Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Cleansing Flames

This short story will be presented in 3 or 4 parts. I hope you enjoy it. This story is up on the Graveyard group on Facebook. A new Terror Tuesday adventure from the mind that is Blaze McRob's!

Cleansing Flames

Smoke poured out of the hallway and tumbled into the living room, jolting me from my lethargic attempt to wake. I threw my cup of coffee onto the table adjoining my Lazy Boy and got down on my knees as fast as I could. Time was wasting! I had to rush to my bedroom and get my baby to safety. Everything else was secondary.

The heat stabbed at my head and back, the flames already sending tendrils of horror into the hallway. I had left the door open when I got up so I could hear my son if he started to fuss. Now the doorway itself was totally engulfed by the fire, the crackling sound getting louder as pieces seperated from the wood, floating into the surrounding air.

Damn! Why didn't my wife wake up and grab the baby? Was she overcome by the thick, black smoke?

I surged on, moving much faster now, not caring that I could barely breathe, the stench of my seared skin meaning nothing.

The white walls changed their color to gray, then black, before exploding into flame. Shit, the fire was racing through the house. How the hell was I going to get my baby out of this?

Black smoke and multi-colored flames greeted me as I forced myself into my room. Even the floor was excruciatingly hot to the touch, my hands and knees joining my back and head with fast forming burns. I felt my way to the crib and pulled myself up.

I panicked! My baby was not in the crib!

That's when I saw her: a young, Native American girl, maybe ten years old. She was holding my little Robert in her arms, completely oblivious to the raging fire forcing itself throughout the room. Her long, black hair tumbled down onto her dress, an old garment, like in the settlers' pictures going back to the latter 1800's. A luminescence formed around her and engulfed Robert, appearing to protect him from the flames. Her jet black eyes drilled into mine as she handed him to me, motioning that I should stay close to her.I did as she asked, and we ran out the door just as the fire trucks arrived. After handing Robert to a fireman, I collapsed onto the lawn, seeing my wife at the side of the yard.

The words I wanted to say stayed in my throat, trapped by the smoke and overriding panic still dwelling in me. As soon as they put the oxygen mask over my nose and mouth, I passed out.


I spent thirty pain filled days in the hospital, wondering as to the whys of the fire, thankful that my baby had suffered no injuries at all: not so much as a scratch. My other children, thank God, had spent the night at a friend's house.

But my wife...

The cause of the blaze was attributed to an escaping fire from the wood stove in the downstairs family room. I never used the damned thing; it wasn't safe. The venting just wasn't easy to get right. Janice, my wife, on the other hand, was determined to use it, and on that night, she did. Our bedroom was directly above the stove, easy pickings for the escaping fire. It ran right up the wall: straight to my baby.

Janice had tried to stop the fire but couldn't get the fire extinguisher to work. She panicked, bolted up the stairs, and ran outside. It must have been when I was crawling to our room. One thing that clouded my mind was: exactly when had she gone downstairs? Was I so tired when I got out of bed that morning that I failed to notice she wasn't there? I don't know. What difference did it make? She went downstairs and wham: one fire in the making. It wasn't even her that called the fire department. My neighbor did.

My family moved back into the house a week before I left the hospital. I thought it would be burned to the ground, but the fire department worked a little magic. Shit! They did some major magic.

There was still a bit of smoke-tingued odor in the house, but it wasn't overpowering. My nose, Teutonic wonder that it was, was pretty sensitive and could pick up scents that most other people didn't notice.

Everything else was back the way it had been before the fire, and in some instances, even better.The walls were bright white and the trim was new and freshly finished. No soot tracks were anywhere.

I couldn't understand one thing, though: Robert's crib was virtually untouched. It had been in the middle of a blazing inferno and was unscathed. My bed was trashed and had been replaced, but the crib...

The furniture in my other children's rooms, as well as the rooms themselves, had also been spared.

Janice acted weird when I returned home. No hugs, no kisses, no explanations. In fact, other than cursory conversation, she said nothing. My children were glad I was back and rushed to greet me when I walked in the door, and Janice told them not to jump on Daddy because of the bandages and all, but not much else was said.

No one mentioned my little Native American friend. I must have been the only one to have seen her. There was no way I was going to ask Janice about her: she was already acting strangely and I didn't need her flying off the handle about what a nut case I was for seeing ghosts. She was harboring something weird inside her; something she wasn't going to open up about. This went well beyond any guilt she might have had about starting the fire.

I knew my little friend was real: as real as a ghost can be. She had saved the lives of my baby and me. It didn't matter what kind of stress I had suffered that night. She had been there. Why hadn't I seen her before? Maybe, just maybe, she was only there the one time we needed her. Would she move on now, or was she attached in some way to the house?

Her clothing confused me. My house had been built circa 1950. The dress she had been wearing was 1880 or 1890'ish. Costume maybe?

I was stuck in the house for awhile. Until my wounds were completely healed, there would be no work for me. I had one of those jobs that required crawling around on my stomach in tight places and manuevering on my back as well. All of this would certainly tear the dressings off of me and aggravate the burned areas. It wasn't easy hanging around the house, but I had no choice. My non-stop work ethic had to back off a bit.

There was a bright side to my forced work inactivity: I would get to spend more time with my children. My work usually kept me away from them far too much.

My sleep patterns didn't deviate from my norm. I was used to getting up at 2:00A.M., and my natural alarm clock just kicked my ass out of bed at that time. Rather than try to fight it, I stayed with the routine: at any rate, it would be easier to return to work if I didn't have to adjust back again.

One morning I was sitting in the recliner drinking my coffee, and I saw her again. She stood no more than eight feet away, still wrapped in her veil of luminescence. Once more, she wore her old dress. She was a beautiful child: long black hair and eyes to match, and a beautiful bronze complexion to her skin. For a long time she just watched me, and I have to admit that I was totally entranced by her. I suppose most people would have been freaked out by her presence, but she had a very calming effect on me. It was...it was like she was there for a reason: a very important reason.

She left the living room and walked down the hallway, vanishing before my eyes. I got out of the recliner and tried to follow her path.

I opened the first door to the right - my daughters' room - and there she was, smiling down at my youngest daughter, Mary, only three years old. She looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back, not quite certain what was going on but having a pretty good idea.

We left the room. I allowed her to leave first because I wanted to see where she would go next. My question was answered as she vanished at the door to my sons' room. Once more, I opened the door to find her inside, tenderly looking down on them.

From there we went into my room, and the look on her face changed dramatically. That tender, smiling face changed into one of complete disgust when she looked at Janice. Her entire body shook, and the edges of luminescence turned darker, almost black, the longer she looked at her. It was only when she turned her eyes to Robert that her sweet smile and brightness returned. Obviously, she did not like Janice.

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at the crib?"

I looked at Janice, sitting up now on the bed, staring in my direction.

"Just making sure the baby's okay," I said.

Janice showed no awareness of seeing the little girl, even though she was still in the room, tendrils of black forming once more around her.

"Don't wake him up," she said. "If you do, you'll have to hold and feed him."

I merely nodded at her. It appeared Robert was safe, and that was all that mattered to me, but there was some kind of powerful force at work in this room; a force that made the hairs on my neck bristle with alertness, waiting for something to happen; something that was not good.

Once Janice went back to sleep, I reached down and picked Robert up. It just didn't seem right to leave him there. All the nerves in my body were painfully aware that all was not right here. Everything was okay in my other childrens' rooms, but in this room, there was a foreboding of evil.

My little friend looked at me and smiled, telling me I had done the right thing. We left the room, and I took Robert to the Lazy Boy. When I sat down with him, the little girl was gone, but somehow I still felt her presence.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Katina Solomon

Katina Solomon has sent me another list of movies. This one is great! I'd forgotten about some of these. Now I'll have to see them again. Thank you very much Katina! See the link below and visit her and her buddies at Zen College Life.



The 9 Weirdest Horror Movies Ever Made

All horror movies are weird, when you think about it. How often do you really find yourself fighting a psycho in a hockey mask when you go camping? Or worrying about whether your local hospital will suddenly start spitting out zombies? Not that often. Even so, some horror movies look like documentaries compared with some of the genre's weirder entries. You want a possessed bed? Evil snow? Sentient human waste? Then you're in luck. Here are 10 of the weirdest horror movies ever made, for anyone feeling brave or bored enough to give them a try. Don't say we didn't warn you, though.
  1. Death Bed: The Bed That Eats

    Immortalized in a Patton Oswalt routine, Death Bed: The Bed That Eats offers everything its title promises. There's a bed, and it eats people who sleep on it. Period. Released in 1977 by writer/director/producer George Barry — who is apparently a one-man operation for gems like this one — the film tells the story of a bed possessed by a demon that kills and eats anyone who tries to sleep or make love on it. The production values are, to put it kindly, not very good, but the final product is just crazy enough to be watchable. Just sit on a couch when you do.
  2. Tourist Trap

    The 1970s and 1980s were kind of a golden era for weird American horror. The genre was still considered an illegitimate offshoot of "real" filmmaking, and it took game-changers like The Texas Chain Saw Massacre and Halloween to start convincing people that horror was more than just goofy shocks. That was a tough fight, too, because movies like Tourist Trap were nothing but goofy shocks for 90 minutes at a time. And make no mistake: This is a weird movie. It's all about a group of friends who stumble upon an old man who owns a run-down museum full of mannequins and wax figures that he — wait for it — controls telepathically. He picks the kids off and turns them into plastic monsters to fill up his collection. Creepy, darkly humorous, and definitely worth your time.
  3. Teeth

    Mitchell Lichtenstein's slightly campy, definitely uncomfortable horror movie deals with a teenage girl cursed with vagina dentata. It is every bit as awkward and weird as it sounds — it's not uncommon for the horror to happen just out of frame, only for a severed organ to fall with a thump to the ground — and its unevenness keeps it from working as a thriller or a comedy. It's not straight enough to be scary, and it's not nearly funny or smart enough to play as a satire. It's just off-putting.
  4. Cannibal! The Musical

    Before they got going with South Park, Trey Parker and Matt Stone did what all college students do: They made a musical about cannibalism in the days of gold prospecting. Originally titled Alferd Packer: The Musical and retitled Cannibal! The Musical when it was picked up for distribution, the horror-comedy tells the tale of Alferd Packer, a prospector involved in a cannibalism incident in the winter of 1873 on a journey from Utah to Colorado. The movie is hilarious and bizarre in equal measure, veering from upbeat songs to moments of absurd gore with a glee that Parker and Stone would later bring to their landmark animated series. Watch it for the experience, but don't be surprised if you start humming the songs. (Photo above courtesy of Troma.)
  5. The Baby

    Now this is one for the books. Released in 1973, the film revolves around a social worker who starts working for a family whose patriarch is a mentally impaired man in his 20s who still crawls around and acts like a baby. The man is also regularly abused and sexually assaulted by his mother and sisters (and a babysitter). It's a psychological thriller with a bizarre execution, and it's the kind of insane flick that fell through the cracks of the world and drifted through grindhouses and cable stations in the years after its debut. The ending is the perfect capper to a twisted story. It's a horror movie, yes, but more than anything it's just crazy.
  6. Monsturd

    Monsturd is a haunting examination of man's own inhumanity in a postmodern age. Kidding! It's about a killer made of poop. It's a real movie, too. You can buy it and everything. Released in 2003 to an unsuspecting world, Monsturd is about a serial killer who escapes his pursuers by hiding in a sewer, only to fall into a pool of chemicals that turns him into a monster that's half-man, half-feces. Understandably unhappy about his new form, the Monsturd throws himself into a rage-fueled killing spree. Does Monsturd come up through toilets to get people? Watch and find out! Or don't. Actually, just don't. It's boring, badly acted, and impossible to watch without being dangerously drunk. Just enjoy the premise and move on.
  7. Night of the Lepus

    If you know your Latin, you know that "lepus" means "hare." That's right: This is a horror movie about giant killer rabbits. Based on the comedy-horror novel The Year of the Angry Rabbit, the film loses any hint of satire or social commentary and goes right for awful scares and laughable effects. The mutant rabbits that do the killing are played by real rabbits set against miniature sets or by humans in rabbit costumes, which makes the film about as scary as an episode of Yo Gabba Gabba! and twice as surreal. All silly, no scary, and weird as can be.
  8. House

    This Japanese horror flick from 1977 has a considerable cult following and even earned a recent remastering as part of the Criterion Collection. But don't be fooled: It's deeply, bravely weird. It will break your brain. The plot very loosely deals with a young girl who travels with a few of her classmates to her aunt's home, only to find herself doing supernatural battle with a sentient house that wants to kill them. That description actually sounds somewhat normal (ish) until you see the actual movie. It's a masterpiece of WTFery that can never be topped.
  9. Mystics in Bali

    Cheap, Indonesian, and not at all worried about making sense, Mystics of Bali is in the running for weirdest of the weird. The story follows a woman who heads to Bali to investigate the locals and their history of witchcraft; yada yada yada, she befriends a demon queen and transforms into a variety of animals before eventually terrorizing the village as a severed head on a stump of organs. You know, as one does when one goes to Bali. The film's straightforward presentation of twisted images and gore make it a surrealist's dream come true, and it relies more on sheer bizarre ideas than typical shocks and scares. Not for the faint, but a must for the curious


Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Stacey Turner-CEO

What do you do when a publishing house started up by Yvonne Bishop and Blaze McRob takes off like crazy, and the work load intensifies to a point beyond insane? The solution is simple: you make your highly qualified Editor, who is doing so many things besides editing, your CEO. Stacey Turner is taking on this huge responsibility immediately. She is the to-go-to person. In addition to her CEO duties, she will be our Chief Editor. Yes, the way things are going, we will need more editors, I'm sure. Stacey will be handling so many facets of Angelic Knight Press' business.
Does this mean Yvonne and Blaze will sit back and take it easy? No way. The owners have work to do. We have to pay the bills. Stacey needs a raise, we must keep Rebecca coming out with her fantastic art work, and Kathy Rowe needs to buy hay to feed her horses. For too long, Blaze has not had a chance to do the marketing and promotional work he so wants to do. Today, he actually got out and did some non-online things to boost sales for Angelic Knight Press authors. What did he do? He set accounts up with two Indie book stores in town to take our books. Yes, he had to sweeten the pot a bit, but it works for all of us as well as the stores. Book-signings are being set up. He has also contacted some big Indie stores in the Boulder/Denver area to take our books. And, he just happens to be friends with one of the top editors for the Wyoming Tribune-Eagle in Cheyenne who is fascinated with Angelic Knight Press. When Cindy Keen Reynders' novel "The Seven-Year Witch" comes out, we are going to get a big spread in the paper. Cindy doesn't know this yet. Will she ever be happy! 
So, my friends, let us wish Stacey the best with her new job and responsibilities! She is very capable and loves the Press as much as Yvonne and I do. Angelic Knight Press has exploded out of the gate, and Stacey is a huge factor in this great growth. We will have to update our what's coming up list very soon so everyone can see where we are going.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Tim Marquitz

Tim Marquitz is the featured author in The Writer's Chatroom tomorrow night, October 9th at 7:00 P.M. Eastern time. You don't want to miss this!

  The Writer's Chatroom http://writerschatroom.com       Chat with Tim Marquitz From gravedigger to horror author...
Raised on a diet of Heavy Metal and bad intentions, Tim Marquitz  has always been interested in writing, but it wasn't until about 1995 the urge became a compulsion. However, it would be many years later before the ability matched the interest. Fortunately, the two have reconciled...mostly.

Writing a mix of the dark perverse, the horrific, and the tragic, tinged with sarcasm and biting humor, he looks to leave a gaping wound in the memories of his readers like his inspirations: Clive Barker, Jim Butcher, and Stephen King.

A former grave digger, bouncer, and dedicated metalhead, Tim is a huge fan of Mixed Martial Arts, and fighting in general. Involved in the Live Action Role Playing organization, Amtgard, since he was fifteen, he derives great pleasure from bashing people into submission.

He lives in Texas with his beautiful wife and daughter, a neurotic dog and their finger-crippling cat. WHEN? Sunday, October 9, 2011
Eastern USA Time.....7 PM
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Sunday, October 2, 2011

State Of Horror Series

Check out the new group on Facebook that my friend, Armand Rosamilia has started up. Being an old New Jersey boy, we can only guess which state will be first on my list!
Rymfire eBooks has decided to do something a bit different…

We’ll be opening up our

State of Horror

series all at once, to include a block of States that we’ll be doing a reading for…

Effective Immediately the following States will be Open for Submissions:


North Carolina

New Jersey


Washingston state






Reading period will be Until Filled with 5 – 7 Horror Tales for Each Release
Length and submission…

We are looking for tales in the 2,500-7,500 word range. Nothing more, nothing less. We will return (unread) anything not within these guidelines. You can submit a story as either an attachment to the e-mail address in Word (NOT docx) or in the body of an e-mail. We do NOT accept snail mail. Please put “State of Horror: (respective State)” in the subject of the e-mail (and it MUST have the State listed or it will be deleted unread!) and give a word count in the e-mail itself, even if the story also has it listed. Our reading time is usually 10-12 weeks NO multiple submissions, NO exceptions. Reprints accepted.

Payment info…

We pay $3.00* for each story accepted via PayPal. That’s it. We are a brand new eBook-only publisher looking to get the name out there and get some quality releases under our belts without making the mistake of so many other small-press publishers and overdoing it in the beginning. We pay everyone once the anthology has been officially filled and proofed. If this is acceptable, kindly submit to us.

* Our eBooks will generally sell for $2.99… we offer the $3.00 flat rate, but an author can earn royalties after each 150 eBooks sold as follows:
~ 1-149 eBooks sold = $3.00 flat advance
~ 150-300 eBooks sold = an additional $3.00 per author
~ 301-450 eBooks sold = an additional $3.00 per author
~ 451-600 eBooks sold = You get the idea…
ADDITIONALLY, we will be publishing a PRINT version as well, and for every print book sold it will count towards THREE sales to reach each 150 level


Saturday, October 1, 2011

Darren Frey

The Writer's Chatroom http://writerschatroom.com  
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Darren Frey was born in Belleville, Illinois and lived in St. Louis until just before his tenth birthday. He then moved to Virginia where he began writing short fan[Image] fiction stories. When he was just thirteen years old his mother bought him a computer which he used to write short stories and poetry.
After graduating from high school, Darren continued to write poetry and song lyrics due to his love for heavy metal music. In 2004 he met his wife Angela and got married on February 11th, 2005.
In 2009 Darren began work on his first book, The Blood Reapers. Nearly a year and a half later he finished it and submitted it to Damnation Books where it only took three days to hear back from the publishing company. His book would be published! 
As if that was not enough good news, Darren and his wife Angela discovered that their first child was on the way.
The Blood Reapers was released September, 2011.
WHEN? Sunday, October 2, 2011
Eastern USA Time.....7 PM
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Check this out! Darren Frey will be on Writers Chatroom tomorrow night. He'll be certain to have some great things to say!