Those who know me are all too aware of my ability to not only home in on the disturbing, but to make people afraid of things they never even thought about before.
For years, the forces of light have conspired to keep my long fiction from infecting the minds of good, wholesome folk such as yourself. Sure, several of my short stories slipped through the cracks, but my most dangerous works have been suppressed. And with good reason.
A sinister force known as D & T Publishing has conspired with me to unleash a flood of shadows this April in the form of my forthcoming novella, MALINAE:
In the quiet oceanside community of Beachcrest, Ward Ayers watches in dismay as his wife Malina slips further into dementia. As her behavior takes a turn for the disturbing, he uncovers a dark force behind her decline.
Like a predatory beast stalking the night, I can only do what I was born to do. That being said, I still have enough humanity left in me to pity my prey-to-be and warn you to get your affairs in order before it’s too late.
So, I urge you to rejoice in your few remaining months of innocence and sanity before my literary jaws close down on your silky, delicious reader’s throat. Finish the projects you’ve been putting off, tell those close to you how much you love them, and prepare for the end.
My deepest condolences,
My latest short story, “Handgina,” is now available on the evil Amazon for a mere 99 cents (cover art by the RïpRöck)!
A bitter man reeling from a breakup is convinced women have it easy compared to men. When a part of the female anatomy starts growing out of the palm of his hand, he faces a series of ordeals that help him see things from a new perspective.
Read my flash fiction story, “Long Strange R.I.P.” in issue #5 of the Rock N’ Roll Horror Zine along with several other gnarly horror writers for a mere $4!
Here’s a teaser:
“Long time no see, Mr. Garcia.” Satan slouched on his throne of charred ribcages and femurs at the center of a vast dim obsidian hall. “Whatever can I do for you?”
The heavy-set, white-haired and bearded man—basically Santa Claus in glasses and a black T-shirt—stood with his feet planted wide on the ashy stone, sulfurous gases twining around his legs like friendly cats. “You know damn well why I’m here,” Jerry said.
“Written any new jingles?” Satan’s black lidless eyes oozed like tar as he scratched the mushroom head of the ghoul squatting to his side. “I still get a kick out of that one song. How does it go? ‘Set out running but I take my time, a friend of the devil is a friend of mine.’”
“It’s gotta stop.”
“Is my singing that bad?” Satan flashed hundreds of tiny, immaculate teeth and the thing beside him tittered. “I forgot to congratulate you on the Hall of Fame induction. Quite the honor.”
“Leave Vince alone.” Jerry stuck out a trembling pointer finger, the finger beside it absent.
“Ah, yes, how is Mr. Welnick? Still tickling the ivories to your satisfaction?”
Jerry shook his head, spraying droplets of sweat that evaporated in mid-air. “You can’t keep killing them.”
The Grip of It
by Jac Jemc
Farrar, Straus, and Giroux (2017)
FAIR WARNING: THIS IS
NOT YOUR TYPICAL HAUNTED
HOUSE NOVEL. GOOD LUCK!
Horror authors Stephen Graham Jones, DeAnna Knippling, Chris Phillips, Effie Rose, Thomas C. Mavroudis, Linnea Linton, and Josh Schlossberg unveil their psyches, recount the battles they’ve waged against their own personal demons, and share the stories these clashes inspired!
Presented by Josh Schlossberg and Atlas Obscura Society Denver
Filmed at Lighthouse Writers Workshop in Denver, Colorado on October 25, 2018
Video by Jeamus Wilkes
Video editing by Josh Schlossberg
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My short story, “The Cat’s Meow,” received a Silver Honorable Mention from the L. Ron Hubbard Writers of the Future Contest!
What does this mean? Not much, really—simply that my story beat out a few thousand other entries to be selected for a category slightly above the ordinary, non-metallic Honorable Mentions, but far, far below the actual winners, finalists, and semi-finalists.
(What’s more important is that “The Cat’s Meow” will be published in Disturbed Digest by Alban Lake Publishing in June 2018.)
One thing that’s been keeping me up at night: If I’m a writer of the future, does that mean I’m not a writer of the present?
This Friday night @ 5 pm PT / 6 MT / 7 CT / 8 ET come to the online release party for Demons, Devils and Denizens of Hell–which includes my borderline blasphemous short story, “There Shall Be No Night”–to enter contests and win free giveaways from Hellbound Books!