Friday, July 29, 2011

Rich Soil

This is my Friday flash for the Vamplit blog. Enjoy your next outing in the forests!

                                                                 Rich Soil

     Night crawlers work their way through the soil towards the protective cover of old decayed leaves which not only hold moisture in the ground below but conceal much from the eyes of onlookers. Sometimes, things are not what they seem.

     Evening approaches. Glorious dampness will present itself to the denizens of the earth who are waiting patiently for the perfect moment. Once the sun drops down over the horizon and the dew casts its net across the forest floor, they will wiggle free and waltz along the landscape, enjoying their communion with the night.

     The crawlers are big here. The forest borders a large lake supplied by many underground springs. Cool, clean water and dark, rich soil combine to provide optimal habitat. This is a hidden place: lost in time and free from the ravages of man. Nature in harmony.

     Tonight, that harmony is threatened . . .

     They approach from the east. Five of them, packing rifles. Shots ring out through the silent night, and a deer drops to the ground, no match for the four bullets encased in its body. Only a fawn, still with spots, there is no reason for its wanton slaughter. Food? It is far too small to supply much venison.

     Laughter fills the forest, and with it the taste of sheer brutality carried on the gentle breezes. The stench of corrupted human values bounces off the trees, permeating all it touches, and the rest of the wildlife retreats from harm’s way, seeking safety.

    Safety: where is it? The men carry huge lights to spot the animals with, blinding them before the kill. How can the poor creatures escape from that?

     One of them picks up the fawn, and they search for more game. They play their lights between the trees, waiting for a shot at anything they see. Some shots are fired, but the animals are more wary now and are trying to steer clear of the hunters.

     An inner voice tells the critters where to go, how to find safety. They have heard it before and they willingly obey. The Master of the forest will not tolerate anymore from the rabble. They are no longer welcome here.

     The hunters’ lights stray from their intended paths and come back to blind them. Trees reach their branches down and whisper into the ears of the invaders, using multiple voices, creating a cacophony of sound which has them turning around in fright. Roots spring up from the ground, causing the blinded men to trip and fall, smaller roots reaching out, wrapping themselves about the transgressors.

     Laughter, gigantic peals of it, bellows out into the night. “Welcome to my world!” a voice shouts out. “You dare to wreak your havoc upon my friends. No more!”

     The roots vanish back into the ground and the hunters leap up, trying to locate the source of the voice, to kill whatever it is before it kills them. They see nothing and run for their lives, unsure of where they are at. Total disorientation, the kind that comes from extreme fear has overcome them. Hoping to go back the way they came, the men scramble forward.

     Left behind in the commotion, the fawn causes the Master’s heart to suffer, and he reaches down to pick it up. Letting out a huge scream, he covers its mouth with his and breathes part of his life force into the baby deer. Within seconds, the little guy starts breathing on his own and once he’s strong enough to walk, the Master sends him off in the direction of his mother who is hovering close by.

     Even the Leader is not immune to the draining of the energy he has just expended. He rests for a short time to rejuvenate, and fueled by his desire to rid the forest of the vermin attacking it, he doggedly pursues them.

     The trees move closer together, forming a thick impasse the hunters can not penetrate. They feel the breath of their protagonist on their necks but still don’t see him. Looming over them, larger than life, he advances, bidding the forest to work with him.

     Oh, the sweet joy of the chase, the classic cat and mouse game, waiting until he has had his fill of taunting and tearing at the minds of his enemy, creates an awesome high for the Master. Forward a bit, only to retreat to warp the brains of this scum is so satisfying.

     The trees create a labyrinth of trails and the chased have to decide which one to take. Their first choice is not the correct one and tree limbs reach down like arms with hands attached and throw each hunter onto a separate path. There is no strength in numbers at work any longer. Each man is alone.

     Farther into the forest they go, not east as they had planned, but west, away from their safety net. There seem to be no more maze of trails, but although the hunters can hear their companions, they can not see them, and know they must simply run. Their weapons were stripped of them by the limb/arms of the trees, and they are defenseless. Yet what difference does it make if you can’t see your target, if all you are capable of is hearing him bear down on you, breathing moist air on your neck, and emitting some unseen slimy substance to slow you down even more, creating a cocoon of sorts, binding your limbs together.

     The trails converged to one, and the men are together once more. Roots form again, taking control of their bodies, fastening them to the ground.

     Before their eyes, the Master materializes into a solid form, hovering over them, dropping immense amounts of slime on them.

     He laughs then says, “My children are hungry, and so am I.”

     Thousands of night crawlers attack the men, squeezing into every body orifice they can find and start to feed. Their father, the Master, waits patiently, then joins them.

Blaze McRob       




Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Carole Gill's Virtual Book Tour

Today, Carole Gill stops here for her "The House On Blackstone Moor" virtual book tour. Yay! I am glad to be able to host today. I always say unabashedly that Carole is my favorite Vampire author, and I mean it. On top of that, she adds the Gothic flair which is no easy thing for modern writers to do, but she does a grand job of it. Here is the synopsis for her fantastic novel.

The House on Blackstone Moor by Carole Gill

Synopsis: This is a tale of vampirism, madness, obsession and devil worship as Rose Baines, only survivor of her family’s carnage, tells her story. Fragile, damaged by the tragedy, fate sends her to a desolate house on the haunted moors where demons dwell. The house and the moors have hideous secrets, yet there is love too; deep, abiding, eternal, but it comes with a price, her soul.

The House on Blackstone Moor
Author:  Carole Gill
Genre: Fiction – Gothic/Paranormal/Romance/Horror
Published by: Vamplit Publishing (December 17th, 2010)
Age Recommendation: 18 + for adult themes & violence
Format(s): Perfect Paperback & eBook
ISBN: 1-907366053-6
Number of pages: 251

As is my wont, I selected some less than ordinary questions for Carole to answer. She did an amazing job of answering them. I know Carole well and sort of had an edge with these, but some I had to ask because . . . well, because I had to know.

1. You were born and raised in New York City and left the Big Apple to move to England where you now reside with your wonderful husband John. Parts of this story I already know, but could you tell your readers why you chose England to move to? Only tell the parts you are comfortable with, Carole.
    Well I didn’t actually choose England; I married my first husband there. It was a terrible mistake (not England, just the husband)! and when I divorced I went back home, but the thing was I found I missed the place; I had become too used to it.
    I had already rented an apartment which I began to furnish but I still went back to England. I was homesick for it!
    Several years passed with me living and working until I met John.
2. When you arrived in England it wasn’t all peaches and cream, was it? What sort of jobs did you have to work at in order to survive?
    Well as much as I wound up liking it, I found I had to get used to it!
    When I first came I found customs a bit strange, like a shop closing for lunch. I mean closing!
    I once went to pick up something I had dry cleaned and the door was locked, I saw the cleaner and she looked at me and shook her head. She finally got up and told me she closed for lunch!
    But also there were other differences that were extreme which I loved!
    Like having dinner in a small, very old fashioned English hotel where the waitresses looked like they stepped out of a Poirot story!
    You’d order your coffee and dessert and it would be served in ‘the lounge.’
    I found that charming really!
    As for employment I had a variety of jobs one of which was checking lingerie for Marks and Spencer’s. Loved that because of the discounts I got on merchandise! Also worked in a hospital (which I wrote about on my blog) found that very interesting, doing catering.

3. John must be an anchor in your life. He’s behind you every step of the way. How did you meet this wonderful man?
    He is. He is really the love of my life. I met him through friends and actually I am very good friends with John’s ex-wife! She’s a great person!
John and I are so well-matched. He puts up with so much that is work related with me, all having to do with stress from my writing.
    He’s calm, laid back and so pleasant I say he’s like a living sedative for me!

4. As well as John and your step-children, you have a couple of little doggies that are not exactly the terror of the moors. The one little guy was quite active in a certain manner before steps were taken. Would you care to elaborate on that?
    Indy (Indiana Jones) was running off on every walk last year! He was like a rebellious teenager. He once took off and ran onto a farm and the farmer had to help me get him. It was exhausting!
    We were told having him ‘done’ would calm him down and it did. But best of all it didn’t change his personality, it just made him a lot easier to live with. But he did father a litter of puppies from next door the week before the procedure, the little devil!

5. Speaking of the moors: I know you walk your doggies there. What do you feel as you walk across them? Do you walk on them at night at all?
    Not at night! There are no lights from anywhere, and the terrain is tricky, besides, it would be scary at night as in An American Werewolf in London-scary, that was a Yorkshire moor they were on you know!
    I go during the day. I love the wind-swept barrenness of it. The fact that you can see for miles. It’s quiet and peaceful and I can easily feel transported to another time. The only sounds are the wind and birds and that’s lovely.
It’s hard to believe I ever lived in Manhattan!
6. England has a rich and varied history. Some good and some bad. What are some of the finer parts of the majesty that is England?
    Well I became extremely interested in how the British coped during World War 2. They were bombed, they were heavily rationed (into the 1950’s) and they coped fantastically. Their indomitable spirit is something to admire. I mean there’s a photo of a milkman delivering as normal during the blitz! You see him carrying his case of milk amongst total rubble! There’s his milk round, so what--? People have to have their milk don’t they?
I love that! Their courage, their pluck is absolutely fantastic and much to be admired.
    If I had to generalize I’d say I also like living in a gentler country, where even in this day and age the police can cope without being armed. Now, that’s something to admire.

7. Conversely, what do you think are some of the low moments in the nation’s history?

Well I always say I wouldn’t have lived here in the 18th Century or before!
Having over 250 crimes punishable by death would have put me off.
Children were executed for robbery, like stealing bread. The ordinary person’s life was very hard and I think utterly hopeless.
Although--!!! There is to be said, the Magna Carta which King John signed in 1215 which gave basic rights to men, removing them from serfdom! They were way ahead of Europe on this, and our own Bill of Rights owes much to this great document.
Also a farmer was able to take King Henry V111 to court when his hounds on a hunt killed some livestock. That’s interesting and one can see why there was no guillotine set up here!
Let me also say this however, I have been to the Washington ancestral home and it is very moving to realize how privileged the founding fathers were yet they gave it all up to found a republic with ideals they believed in, so progressive!

8. I am trying to picture a young Italian-American lass with New York in her blood and in her speech, trying to become a part of a new country with an entirely different people. That must have been sooo hard for you. How did you handle that?
It was hard but the people were so welcoming and warm. “Hey I have a sister in Michigan...”
“Yes, well I’m from New York and...!”
So funny!
As for accents, the roughest for me has been Yorkshire; I still don’t catch every word John says!
I find London and the South easiest to understand, cockney is very easy. I love the sound of it too and can write (not speak) in real cockney!
Here’s a sample:
Miss Havisham woke up with her knickers in a twist. Estella cowered because she knew what a lousy bitch the old bag could be if something didn’t go her way.
Naturally she had reasons, poor old thing. I mean the bloke didn’t show up for the wedding! Inn’t? So she got right cross she did. Turned into a pissed off old cow…

See? I had fun with that btw!
I love the Welsh accent and the soft Scottish and Irish ways of speaking. The only accent I cannot begin to understand is Glaswegian Scottish! OMG! I have some favorite TV. shows that I watch with subtitles!

9. Now my train of thought carries me pell-mell back to Gothic times: times that you write so well about. My head is spinning! Your talents astound me! What does Carole Gill have to do to wrap her head around a whole different slice of the past?

I just transport myself. I don’t know what it is. I have a huge feel for times past, particularly the 19th Century. Having grown up on the Brontes’ fiction and then discovering what they wrote was based on how things really were, well, it just affected me!

The depiction for instance of Helen Burns in Jane Eyre  is based on reality. Helen dies because of the intolerable neglect she suffers in a school. Now this is patterned after the eldest Bronte sister, Maria who died at age 12.

Her sister Elizabeth also died. That horrendous school they both attended inspired the horrific Lowood by the way.

I love history and what I read very often not only stays with me, it haunts me. It just pulls my heart and remains with me forever.

I will write of other places and times but I do so love the 19th Century!

10. You are my favorite Vampire author, but you also write so many other great stories. I love your sc-fi. What does the future hold for Carole Gill’s stories?

Thank you! I think it will mainly be horror. I want to expand my horror too. I enjoy writing gothic and always will but I do want to try other sorts of horror.

I was so honored to have two zombie stories taken by Armand’s Rymfire books! I consider that a great achievement!

I’m also going to look at other legends and myths and see where that sort of research might lead.

Having said that Vamplit and I have already discussed my third book which is very exciting! I will begin that as soon as the sequel to The House on Blackstone Moor (Unholy Testament) released!

11. I’ve asked you personal things no one else has asked because I wanted to get inside Carole Gill the person. Is there anything of this nature you would care to add?

I’ve had a very difficult life—well half of it. It’s been tough, I would consider myself a survivor although we don’t survive without ‘war wounds’ I would say though that looking at the whole picture of my life, I think those sorts of experiences have helped to make me see life in a far more realistic way. In other words, I had a perfect childhood, I was too happy and then one tragedy after another hit.

Experiencing what life can throw at me as has made me feel better able to write a more varied sort of writing.

12. I will close this up by saying we have Carole Gill and Clive Barker, two authors with remarkable talents. I have spoken to Clive Barker before and admire the man greatly. We all know how I feel about Carole Gill. On some day, would it not be a wonderful thing for me to sit in a cozy pub, cold ones in hand, discussing the craft with these two great writers. What do you say to that, my friend? Yvonne and John would come, of course.

I say heck, yes! Wow, to mention me in the same breath! I don’t know—but I do thank you!

There are some great country pubs with cozy fires where we could all sit and hang out. That would be a dream! We will definitely have to do that!

Blaze thank you so much, I am honored to appear on your terrific blog, truly.

I believe these questions and answers reflect well on Carole Gill the person and show insight into why she writes the way she does. As far as how she writes her magical words, that is within her soul. A good place for stories to come from. She believes as I do: forget an outline. Let your story people dictate what happens. Supreme pantser. How wonderful.

My review of this great novel? It is a superb tale of horror, written within the Gothic age, detailing, quite shockingly, child abuse, rape, Vampires, demons, Satan and his co-horts, and love. Yes, love not of the normal variety: one that is wrong but so right. A love pitting good with evil, but not an evil totally the fault of the evil person. A paradox of love and emotions, of good and bad, of black and white and the blurred gray areas surrounding them.  Are you totally confused by my review? Don't be. Buy this great novel and see for yourself the majesty of its words, and the depths of its story. 

Read a little excerpt of this tale.

An excerpt from The House on Blackstone Moor:
They said my father was mad, corrupted by evil and tainted with sin, which is why he did what he did. I came home to find them all dead; their throats had been savagely cut.
My sisters only five and eight were gone as well as my brother who was twelve. My mother lay butchered in her marriage bed. The bed her children were born in.
I discovered him first—in the sitting-room afloat in a sea of crimson—the bloody razor still clutched in his hand.
How pitiful I must have looked, bent down trying to wake him. Calling to him over and over, “Papa please… Please wake-up.”
He could not of course. No more would he open his eyes in this world, had I not been struck mad I would have realized.
Yet madness is sometimes a mercy and when shadows come to take the horror away it is a good thing.
Do not pull away in terror, please. I have much to confess. Just be patient, for I promise I will tell you everything. The only thing I ask in return is for you not to judge me
until you hear my entire story.

That's enough of a tease. Buy this talented authors great novel and prepare yourself for a roller-coaster ride of horror. Carole gill style.

Where you can find and follow Carole Gill:

Official Author Blog
Bloody Good Vampires Blog
Nurture Your BOOKS™ NING
Facebook Page
Facebook Profile
eBook Undead

Buy the BOOK at:

DriveThru Horror
Barnes & Noble NOOKBook



Monday, July 25, 2011

Joann Hamann-Buchanan

  • Joann Hamann-Buchanan hosts a most interesting online radio show which includes music and guests, many who are writers within the horror genre. A lot of the Masters Of Horror members have given interviews on her show. Just recently she added video to the audio. Now, I'm not going to say that everything runs like clockwork all the time: sometimes the sound doesn't come on immediately and such, but I think it adds to the allure of the show. Add in the children scurrying around behind and on top of her and you get maniacal, maddening mayhem! Tres cool. I enjoy the home-spun interviews and laid back style she presents. Don't get me wrong, though, she has very interesting guests with a lot to say. A great thing is you don't have to be there at noon Eastern time, either. Joann runs little blips on Masters Of Horror on Facebook with the link so you can watch it whenever you wish.   
  • Click on some of the little screens to see what I'm talking about. 
  • I'll see you there!
  • Blaze  

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Thomas Scopel's Blog Tour For "Twitch"

Twitch Synopsis:McB is a compassionate carnival owner who understands and cares for his “special” people. When he stumbles upon an attraction known as Twitch—an innocent, stubbed limbed, white eye deformity that has been used, abused and unwanted his whole life—at a competitor, he feels an instant attraction and a compelling urge to acquire. He purchases him and includes him in his “oddities” attraction where, unknown to McB, Twitch absorbs abuse from various gawkers. However, Twitch may seem helpless, but this couldn’t be farther from the truth. For Twitch harbors a dark secret and his retribution is certainly far worse.

This dark and tightly written tale offers horror and suspense that will leave you aghast, frightened, angry, and sad. It is a tale of deserving retribution and a warning for those who view and treat the unknown with ridicule and pain.

I am proud to part of Thomas Scopel's Blog Tour for his story "Twitch." I have all kinds of links here for you to check out reviews, his sites, and such. 

Dates currently being added and will be announced soon

July 13th - Michael Wilson's Read Horror

July 14th - Open

July 15th - TWITCH is released from Suspense Publishing

Fate Radio's The Eclectic Artist Cave - 12 noon

July 16th - TBA

July 17th - TBA

July 18th - Blaze McRob's Tales of Horror - Interview

July 19th - Hunter Shea's Blog

My Road to Horror...the beginning...Chiller Theater

July 20th - Carole Gill Official Author Blog
Creepy Carnivals are a Cool - My Inspiration for Twitch

July 21st - We Love Horror

July 22nd - TBA

July 23rd - Suspense Radio w/ host John Raab and guests
Catherine Coulter and Alan Jacobson

July 24th - TBA

July 25th - The Blog of Scarlet Black
Writing the Tale is the Easy Part

July 26th - TBA

July 27th - The Horror Blog & Dark Home of Tyr Kieran

July 28th - TBA

July 29th - TBA

July 30th - Jezri's Nightmares

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My interview with The Hot Author Report is posted. Read it here

Read current reviews

Gabino Iglesias at Horrorphilia. Read it here.

Ben Franz at Monster Librarian. Read it here

CK Webb at WebbWeaver. Read it here

Scott Shoyer at Anything Horror. Read it here

Sheri White at Read it here

My interview with Thomas is here. I had a blast with this. You would think I was the clown.

1.    Where on earth did you come up with the fantastic idea for “Twitch?” This is so original in every way!

This was a tale that I’ve had in my head since going through one of those carnival freakshows back in my high school days. I wasn’t a writer then and the concept was simply just a pure thought. However, the idea deeply stuck over the years and when I did finally start writing, Twitch was inevitably one of my very first fictional pieces. I continually rewrote this dark tale over the next couple of years before finally becoming content enough to publish. But, I limited Twitch’s tale to just the beginning and the end and in hindsight, I wish I hadn’t because Twitch does have a middle story and recently I have begun to explore and write this very thing.

2.   I know that you are a butcher now due to job cuts in your chosen field (pardon the pun). With my devious mind, I think it would be a natural for you to add your clown persona with that of a butcher and create a super monster. Has the thought ever entered your mind?
No, but thanks for the idea. Heh heh.

3. Where do your thoughts and story ideas emanate from?

Some have been stored over the years in the grey matter like Twitch. Others seem to just come to me especially since I have a tendency to look toward the macabre. For example, at Disneyland or World, you will see Mickey Mouse literally running around. Well, most people look upon him as a lovable harmless rodent that makes you laugh. Not me…I see a serial killer dressed up like a lovable harmless rodent that is only doing so in order to put you at ease and get near you so he can slice your throat. Believe me, I can find a horror tale in places there really shouldn’t be horror. And, those are the scariest tales of all.

4. I know you’re with a new, small publishing house right now.  Do you like working with a small house? Would you perhaps switch houses if one of the big six came a-knocking? Talk about Blaze putting you on the hot-seat!

Suspense Publishing has been nothing less than stellar. I have an editor that is wonderful and accessible and has been sort of like my writing mentor. As I’m sure you know, in the writing world, it is a ruthless business and although we writers want to make a living at writing, writing is not completely all about the money. Personally, I need the trust factor too and the smaller houses tend to appreciate their writers more and offer this, not simply looking at them as dollar signs. So, with regards to being with a smaller publishing house, I like this aspect.

As far as switching if one of the big six came to me, I can’t say and would prefer to wait and see if that ever happens before considering. But I will also say that the prospect of a six or seven digit check does have a certain amount of draw too. (laughing out loud).

5. What is your favorite book of all time?

This is a tough one, especially after recently reading Suzanne Collins’ The Hunger Games. Stephen King’s The Long Walk was my previous top pick, but now I think that maybe The Hunger Games sits alongside it.

6. When you are looking for a new book to read, what grabs you first?

I’m an anthology buff and I tend to seek out those first and foremost. I’m especially fond of Ellen Datlow and Stephen Jones edited versions. Those two are notorious for selecting the year’s best horror. Otherwise, I select according to reviews, word of mouth and what catches my eye. And, I read all genres, not simply horror.

7. Do you prefer ebooks or print?

Right now I prefer prints because I can physically hold them. However, I’ve asked Santa for a kindle and I suspect this will change if I find one in my stocking come December 26th.  

8. What are your writing goals?

I would like to someday just write for a living. But, on the other hand and being old school, I enjoy digging a ditch occasionally too. So, I’m just hoping to find that happy medium and accomplish both. Of course, I’m also no different than every other writer I know and would someday like to read my name on the New York Times Bestseller List too and so I guess that is the ultimate goal.

9. What are your other than writing goals in life?

To read more. When I was younger, I was a voracious reader and as I grew older I sort of lost that. Oh, I still read, but with work, writing and the generally all around rat race of life, time has grown short for those little pleasures. Someday I’ll find a solution.

10. Do you use glue when attaching your clown nose?

Heh heh…yeah….Elmer’s. No, just kidding. I use typical Hollywood FX type of stuff…it’s one of my hobbies. Oh, and I wish that Halloween was twice a year.

11. What’s next for my favorite clown?

I have a number of things on my plate right now. First, it is the Twitch blog tour and then I’m locking myself away to write “Future Past.” A believable sci-fi tale that ties together Roswell, the Bermuda Triangle and the government in offering a company that can show a person what could have happened had they taken different routes in life. But, they can’t change it and there are repercussions. I also would like to put together “The Daily Death: How I Killed My Co-Workers in 30 Days” and include all those little morbid tales I wrote in April. It will be a horror fans’ perfect bathroom buddy book. And, I’ve recently started work on Twitch’s middle tale. And, I have a few tales lined up for submitting to various anthologies. But, Rome wasn’t built in a day…of course, as always though…I’ll try.

Twitch is available for download at Amazon, Smashwords and Barnes & Noble dot com for only 99 cents. For a chance to win a free copy of TWITCH (digital) along with a signed photo? Simply email and indicate you read this on
If you are the winner, I will request your mailing address for sending the signed photo. And, rest assured, I will not use your address for anything else…I promise.

Okay, so I asked my favorite clown some silly questions as well as serious ones, but he is a clown: with a meat-cleaver, so watch out!

I read "Twitch." I love it! The story exceeded my expectations. Thomas is a master story-teller. I write deep, dark, gritty horror tales filled with horror of the mind, terrors pulled from deep within the soul. Nothing should phase me, right? Wrong! I was very moved by this story. Correct me if I'm wrong, fellow horror fans, but we who write and read horror stories are compassionate, understanding people because we feel the horror within us. And so it was with me here. You will be touched as well. Read this wonderful story. For .99cents you are getting one fantastic deal and an awe-inspiring read.

Thomas wants to write more about "Twitch." He should. The story needs to be told.

Read Thomas's other great works listed on his site and blog.

Great man; great author.



Interview With Armand Rosamilia

 Armand Rosamilia was gracious enough to interview me on his website. There are a few nuggets about me you might not have known. Say thank you to Armand for being kind enough to care about his fellow writers. Visit his site and see what else he has to offer. There is much there.

Thank you, Armand.


Friday, July 15, 2011

Forest Madness

This is my slimy entry for Vamplit blog Friday flash. Get the towels ready.

Forest Madness

     Silence prevails in the deep woods.

     Nothing moves. The wildlife knows what’s happening and is taking precautions. As much as possible anyway.

     The fur on a grizzly bear bristles from the electricity in the air. It is afraid of nothing: except this. Many times it has seen other hapless animals disappear within a vortex of power at the same time the air around it is spinning wildly outward . Then the silence is broken, the screams of the victim terrorizing the fortunate forest denizens that this time at least have escaped its clutches.

     A full moon shines down tonight, illuminating tiny water droplets clinging to the presence as it moves down the hillside towards the valley below. The wildlife is safe this evening. Other things are on the mind of the beast within the forest.

     Fresh fish cooking over an open fire send out tendrils of pure aromatic delight to the creature, the taste hanging in the air, pulling him towards the source. The voices of the campers are happy as they joke and swap stories about the day on the lake. For as long as he has been stuck in this area, the being still doesn’t understand the peculiar sounds these things make as they communicate with one another. His kind use telepathic messages which stimulate the mind and bodies of others. Words are not needed. These beings are so archaic.

     The heat from the fire as he approaches vaporizes the water droplets and he can not be detected at all. Four of them are here, all men, and from the heady body aroma, it’s obvious no attention to cleanliness has been taken by any of them. If he’s lucky, he can find better fare for dinner, something easier on his palate.

     But those fish . . .

     When the men reach into their cooler and drag out some bottles filled with a foamy liquid, the creature wanders over to the fish, and hovering over the pans, sucks them inside itself, enjoying the taste and the warm feeling as they go deep into its digestive system.

     “What the fuck!” the biggest guy shouts. “Did you see that? The fish . . . the fish just vanished! They lifted out of the pans, and they fucking vanished!”

     “You’re crazy, John. No more beer for you.”

     “Look in the pans, George. The damn things are empty.”

     George walks to the fire, and sure enough, the fish are gone. The others come over but get too close to the beast and are shocked by sparks of electrical energy flitting around like angry lightning bolts wishing to wreak havoc upon the campers. John catches the worst of the creature’s barrage and falls to the ground, imitating  a wind-sock along a Wyoming highway, whipping every which way.

     The food inside the beast’s stomach, or what passes for a stomach anyway, becomes visible again as green juices come from nowhere and dissolve the fish while the startled men watch in horror.

     “Holy shit!” says Rich. “What is that thing?”

     George reaches for his .38 revolver tucked away in its holster. “I don’t know, but I’m going to blast the fucker!”

     Not a wise move because the creature has seen these weapons before and doesn’t like them. He lets loose with a huge regurgitation of the green digestive juices which land on George’s body and immediately start acting like a super strong acid, burning his flesh and causing him to drop his weapon. He must: there is not enough of his hand left to hold it. The acrid scent of his dissolving body fills the evening air, exciting the visitor, the taste of George as he is consumed compensating for his earlier disdain of the aromatic fishermen.

     The others try to escape, but the green slime catches them all. One by one, they are pulled into the monster until the demon and the juices become one and the same, the creature having the power to dwell entirely within the liquid ooze, shedding the rest of its invisible persona.

     With deliberate focus, the green slime blends all the bodies into itself, making them a part of what he is. John still screams into the night, his head bobbing on top of the slime the only evidence of his humanity.

     Silence returns. All traces of the men have been obliterated. The slime leaves nothing in its wake. Blood, bones, flesh: all a part of the creature, no traces left on the ground. Even the clothing has been sucked in. The men’s souls remain within for a bit before leaving the green mass and going to their new homes. Yes, the dark and the light present themselves to the deceased fisherman. It is an even split.

     The men’s essences leaving him cause a strange sensation in the demon, but he relishes the feeling. How strange these men are, reacting to their own feelings of guilt or innocence before being led to a state of mind: their own created versions of heaven or hell. His kind have no need of such concepts. They are immortal, their evolution zenith having been reached. All life is a part of them and they are a part of all life.

     Voices call to him. The little village in the valley. Yes, they come from there. He tastes burning flesh and knows it is time. As soon as the village residents are assimilated, it will all be over.

     Tortured screams pierce the air, making his body shiver with delight. A feast before departure!

     A huge mass of green slime covers the entire village, partially digested bodies hollering into the evening air, but it’s all for naught. There is no one left to hear them. He joins the mass and becomes a part of the whole, separate but not. One yet many.

     He is with his kind now. Alone no longer.

     Forest madness. The beginning of the end.

Blaze Mcrob



Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Touch The Sky

If you're having a bad day, perhaps it's not so bad after all.

When you think you can't do it, think of this gal.


Monday, July 11, 2011

Virtual Book Tours

I'm not going to try to convince anyone to have a virtual book tour, although I believe it is a great idea and I plan to do them. My point in this post is to suggest that authors follow their friends' tours. Why? Well, you're helping them out for one thing, and you're helping yourself out for another. How is this? Any time you go to a new blog and write an intelligent, relevant comment, people who don't know you are going to take notice. I found this out quite by accident when commenting on Carole Gill's blog stops. By being nice, it will be returned to us. Does that mean they will buy your book? It doesn't matter. It's all part of a big circle with little circles off to the side filled with friends, writers and readers. It's like supply-side economics on a friend level. Friends tell friends who tell other friends.

Become a viable, helpful part of the writing community. We will all be better off for it.


Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Carole Gill's Virtual Book Tour

Virtual Book Tour July 4 - 29th!


I stole this from Carole Gill's blog. The tour has started and I suggest that everyone check in with every stop along the way. You will learn tidbits about Carole you didn't know before. She is a most enchanting and talented lady.



Yes! It's my virtual book tour and it begins July 4th!

Nurture Book Tour - The House on Blackstone Moor Tour!

I will remind folks of each tour stop the day before and on the day, don't worry!

The House on Blackstone Moor official tour!
 Extended Dates – Due to Popular Demand!!

with NURTURE Virtual BOOK Tourz™ NURTURE Book Tour Schedule:


  • July 4th – Bobbie @ NURTURE Virtual BOOK Tourz™ Blog
  • July 5th – Jaidis S. @ Juniper Grove
  • July 6th – Grace E. @ History, Romance and CATS!
  • July 7th – Stephanie G. @ ¡Miraculous!
  • July 8th – Norma W. @ Wakela’s World
  • July 8th – Monica M. @ A Mother’s Touch Book Shelf
  • July 11th – Beverly G. @ Everyone Loves A SiNner
  • July 12th – April R & Wendy @ My Book Addiction and More!
  • July 13th – Farrah K. @ The Book Faery Reviews
  • July 14th – Bobbie @ Nurture Your BOOKS™ Blog
  • July 15th – Grace L. @  Books Like Breathing
  • July 18th – Juliane W. @ A Universe in Words
Nurture Book Tour – EXTENDED – Due to Popular Demand!!
  • July 19th – Sheila H. @ The Dark Circle
  • July 20th – Glenda C. @ Authors Book Corner
  • July 21st – Wendy H. @ Minding Spot
  • July 22nd – Cheryl F. @ Black Diamond’s Book Reviews
  • July 25th – Sue F. @ Books, Books, The Magical Fruit
  • July 26th – Lisa B. (Guest Posting) @ Carole Gill Official Author Blog RIGHT HERE!
  • July 27th – Lisa Hol. @ Jezri’s Nightmares
  • July 28th – Blaze M. @ Blaze McRob’s Tales Of Horror
  • July 29th – Deborah P. @ A Bookish Libraria:The Bookish Dame Reviews

Monday, July 4, 2011

A Review From Thomas Scopel

Thomas Scopel did an interview with me at To Turn Pages. Very nice of him. You can check it out if you wish at the link above.

Don't forget that his new story "Twitch" will be coming out on July 15th. Remember that date!

Thank you, Thomas.


Fourth Of July

Fourth of July. A joyous time in this country. We are free to do so much. Let's not forget the reason we are free: it's because of those who serve to protect our rights. Have fun today and celebrate but pay homage to the great ones: the American Soldiers.


Sunday, July 3, 2011

I Believe In Werewolves
Twenty Stories, eighteen great authors all presenting a feast of werewolf tales that will have you howling at the moon. Rarely does a collection of stories come along that takes you on a journey like these. Enter into their visions of wolfen terror and you too will Believe in Werewolves.
"I Believe In Werewolves" is now up on Amazon Kindle.
"I Believe In Werewolves" is now available at Smashwords and Kindle. Get it now! Blaze McRob is in this anthology with seventeen other great authors. Great short stories and verse.