Tuesday, September 30, 2014


I guess I gave myself quite an introduction. I'm not particularly shy. Truth is, I do write horror. Yes, I augment my writing with other genres, but horror is my first love.

This will be a different sort of interview, something I saw on Smashwords and really like. I will be interviewing myself.

Here we go. I hope you find some interesting tid-bits about me here.

1. Why are you doing this interview?

This is part of  Rebecca Boucher's month long event going on at http://beccab8.blogspot.com/ .

Calling All Indie Horror Writers.......

It's almost Halloween. My favorite time of year. Not surprising since I write about ghosts, fairies and all manner of things that go bump in the night.

So in celebration I am offering up my blog to all my fellow indie horror, paranormal and fantasy writers. If you have a book or short story in the works. If you have published anything before that falls in those categories, or if you are dabbling in the macabre with your writing, shoot me an email. I can do an interview, feature your book, or let you do a guest post. As long as it's in the theme of horror or fantasy.  I'm hoping for at least one feature a week leading up to Halloween.

In the mean time I will be focusing on horror themed works from The New Visionary Press Collaborative, write More Publications and follow horror blogs. Keep checking back for different frights throughout the month.
Email me at rboucher41@yahoo.com with Halloween in the subject matter.... and keep those creative musings coming.

2. Who are you?

Blaze McRob, writer of over seventy legacy published horror novels. I was a ghostwriter long before anyone had an idea we were lurking about. Through my adventures in the craft, I-or my author alter egos-have won virtually every award to be won. But awards mean little, don’t they? It is the reader we wish to enthrall, and our souls to purge. So now it is time for Blaze to write as Blaze, and time for previous recipients of my tales to write more of their own material. In addition to my dark novels, I write horror shorts, flash fiction, and poetry. Ah, the sweet rhymes of iambic pentameter intermixed with glorious free-style.

I am single and have eight children, my youngest only six years old. They are my life and the reason I fight the demons and the pain.

3.What is your motto?

Mediocrity sucks. Let us all do the best we can to avoid it.

4. How do we do that?

Always strive to do your best in whatever you chose to do. If you write, write the best damned story that's ever been written. Believe in yourself. No one can write your story better than you.

5. You gave a brief description of why you write horror above. Tell me the real reason.

As I explained in a post for Nina D'Arcangela a while back, I write about the Dark because it is the truth. Open your eyes and you will see that the spinning rock we live on is inhabited by some nasty creatures who have the nerve to call themselves humans. It’s my job to tell my readers about it, not by writing mamby-pamby puke pieces that make you gag, but by presenting true horror tales where the truth is spread around. No preaching. Simply good stories (I hope) with a message. Not everyone will get the message – I don’t beat anyone over the head with it – but it’s there. Some folks just enjoy the tales. Hey, that’s okay too. Escapism is a great thing. People have it tough in these times.

By writing about the Dark, and expelling it from my soul, I enable myself to leave more room there for good things. That's if any are floating around at the moment. Okay, so that's a negative, pessimistic comment. I'm a pessimistic guy. I root for the under-dog, but she/he don't always win.

6. So, do you believe in God?

None of your business! Blaze McRob does not write stories you discuss in a church book group. My vision of the hereafter belongs to me and me alone. While I discuss God and Satan, as makes complete sense because they are the consummate embodiments of Good and Evil, in my stories, God does not always win. Neither does the Dark Angel.

7. What about Heaven and Hell?

You are a sneaky bastard, aren't you? I wrote a tale called The Enforcer a while back. This is a past lives trip where the protagonist gets closer to perfection with each incarnation. The problem? With perfection comes a lack of empathy for humanity. Selchor, my hero, refuses to go along with what the High Council decrees and tries to help out humans. In this story, when humans die, they go to Heaven if they believe they are worthy, or they suffer in a Hell of their own making if they know they are evil. Maybe that's what I believe. Notice again, I said maybe.

8. You write often about death and rising again from the ashes. Why is this?

My work on Earth is not finished. I have many tales to get out yet. My health sucks, so that is a thought running around in the gray matter all the time. I refuse to roll over and take the easy way out. I'm even trying to figure out a way to get back into running somehow. I walk a lot but want to at least try a walk-hobble trot-walk routine. I miss the old days when I was an animal at the long races I ran.

So, in a way, you could say I am exploring alternatives within my stories which will allow me to continue writing after I kiss off. That would make me a real ghostwriter. My science background also tells me that the energy within a person is never lost. If you die, it doesn't matter. The power still remains. And before you ask me again, this does not say if I believe in Heaven or Hell. Maybe . . . just maybe, Heaven would bore the crap out of me.

9. What is your upcoming novel '68 Buick about?

Here is a short and longer description of my story which I hope comes out in October:

How does a dead, immortal reaper transport souls to Hell and still wage a battle for good? Read ’68 Buick and find out.

Cover for '68 Buick. Artwork by Sue Midlock
Robert Anderson, a man plagued by a demon trying to get inside his head, is attacked and killed by this evil entity. But is he really? Satan and God are waging a battle for his soul. God loses when Robert kills himself.
Yet, not is all what it seems. A Reaper actually kills Robert, but the Reaper turns out to be Robert himself. Thus, he is doomed to roam in a limbo fashioned by the hand of the Dark Angel, unable to go to Heaven but too good to go to Hell.
This marks the beginning of his new career: bringing the most despicable souls to the portals of Hell in a ’68 black Buick rag top with red interior, dice, and flames on the front panels. This immortal, dead Grim Reaper does what needs to be done through the power of his mind.
’68 Buick has a lesson to teach all of us: it is never too late to do what is right.
Even from beyond the grave.

10. Sounds like a different sort of Grim Reaper tale to me.

That it is. I rather like it. Just saying ahead of time that it has tons of action from start to finish. As you can see, there is a lesson contained within, but I don't attack you with it. My readers are smart people. They don't need a high-pressure attack.

11. Some people say you don't use as much description as other authors.

I do that for a reason. Everything that needs to be described is, but over description bores the living shit out of me and I'm sure it does to many readers. I believe my readers want to become a part of the tales I write, and what better way than to allow them to have their own visual perception of what is happening. Maybe they can put themselves in a room I'm in and can drink a beer as they watch me in action. If I leave out one of the senses, maybe they can find a particular revolting moldy odor that they hate. Like I said above, my readers are smart people.

12. So what's on your agenda?

Plenty. I’m starting to publish some of the hundreds of short stories I’ve written over the years. Some will be stand alones, but others will be bundled into short and large collections. This is mainly to prepare the way for the 47 novels I have written which merely need editing. ’68 Buick, my Grim Reaper novel, comes out in October, I hope;  Mists Of Papoose Pond, an end days, Zombie, action, giant leeches, and more story, will come out in late November; Ghost No More,to be published in March, is another end days novel where the heroes are Autistic children called The Chosen Ones, and all the money goes to Autism Research for children; Quarter Moon Haunts, scheduled for release in May, is about ghosts, death, the evil ways of the mob and crooked cops, how to continue living though one is dead, and The Four Horsemen portrayed like you’ve never seen them before. Plus sequels to all of them.

13. Quite an aggressive schedule.

Like I said, mediocrity sucks. The time for action is now.

14. I have heard that you never keep any of the money from any of your novels or short stories. That has to have been quite a bunch of loot after all your ghostwritten tales and all. Why do you do this?

I'm low maintenance. I have no exorbitant wants or needs. There are many people in this world who are suffering. I try to help as many as I can.

One cause that is new to me, but which is very important is Domestic Abuse. I am starting up a Safe House. I want everyone to know that this is not a message for folks to send me money or anything. It is merely my saying that all of the proceeds from two of my novels will go to the Blaze McRob Safe House For Abused Women And Children. More down the line. I am having an artist working on a logo now. Obviously, Safe Houses are not advertised as to location. We want the women and children to be safe, not advertised. I am also excited that another Publisher wants to jump on the bandwagon. I will allow that Press to make that statement when they are ready.

So, here is what I have in mind in the short term:

1. All the proceeds from my novels '68 Buick and Mists Of Papoose Pond will go to the Blaze McRob Safe House For Abused Women and Children.

2. All the proceeds from my novel Ghost No More will go to the fight for Autism Research.

3. All the proceeds from my novel Quarter Moon Haunts will go to St. Jude, as well as my royalties from State Of Horror: New Jersey. Jerry Benns, the owner of Charon Coin Press, which publishes this great anthology, is matching my donation. Thank you, Jerry.

4. All the proceeds from my short stories Snow Of Blood, Beware The Mold, and  more to come, will go to Intrepid Fallen Heroes Fund. 

5. One of my Halloween shorts and other stories will go to No Child Hungry.

6. The proceeds from more of my novels to come, I have 47 written and just needing editing, will go to a very special friend of mine whose husband has been diagnosed with a very nasty cancer. I don't want to let the cat out of the bag as to who these wonderful people are, but they will certainly need some help for sure.  

15. So it seems as if you have no intention of stopping giving your money away.

I'm not giving it away. It's a mutual sharing of ourselves. I get more than I give. This is my way to get some light in my soul. There is no other way this could come about. 

16. Do you wish to add anything else?

I want to thank Rebecca Boucher, my friend, and co-editor on many projects, for allowing me to take up a bunch of space with my words. I also wish to thank so many people who are fighting the good fight every day. You know who you are. You deserve many blessings. 

Also, I wish to thank all the great people who read my stories. You enable me to do what I must. 

October is a month of Halloween, Horror, and great reading. This could be your month to find a new favorite author. There are many around. Follow Rebecca's website, mine, and many others that I will try to let you know about.

Happy reading, my friends!

Blaze McRob


Monday, September 29, 2014


Let's go tell it on the Horror Mountain! Are you a horror or fantasy writer? Here's a chance for you to spread the word about yourself. Read the post below from Rebecca Boucher and contact her. I will have a post there. Join me.

Blaze McRob

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Calling All Indie Horror Writers....... http://beccab8.blogspot.com/

It's almost Halloween. My favorite time of year. Not surprising since I write about ghosts, fairies and all manner of things that go bump in the night.

So in celebration I am offering up my blog to all my fellow indie horror, paranormal and fantasy writers. If you have a book or short story in the works. If you have published anything before that falls in those categories, or if you are dabbling in the macabre with your writing, shoot me an email. I can do an interview, feature your book, or let you do a guest post. As long as it's in the theme of horror or fantasy.  I'm hoping for at least one feature a week leading up to Halloween.

In the mean time I will be focusing on horror themed works from The New Visionary Press Collaborative, write More Publications and follow horror blogs. Keep checking back for different frights throughout the month.
Email me at rboucher41@yahoo.com with Halloween in the subject matter.... and keep those creative musings coming.

Sunday, September 28, 2014



Fifty shades Of Hay, by J.E Lames, is one great tale! This has nothing to do with horror, but has a lot to do with erotica and humor.

By the way, the author chose not to divulge her/his real name. I have my suspicions, but mum's the word.

Get it now!

Blaze McRob

Book Description

September 21, 2014
When farm girl Analgesia “Geezie” Copper goes to interview handsome, rich, slicked-down Mr. Buddy Blue, a stranger who, for some stupid reason, has come to Wallow County, she knows she must use her special girly skills to get him to spill the beans (among other things). Unable to resist Geezie’s talented toes, fingers, and other body parts, Buddy slowly fills her in on the reasons he’s hanging out in her neck o’ the woods. Geezie learns about Buddy’s job, his family, and some of Buddy’s deep, dark personal secrets. In the grain elevator, down by the river, and up in the hayloft, the two get to know each other about as intimately as is humanly possible, losing a few pieces of clothing and gaining a few splinters in the process.

Throw in some mosquitoes, a pair of Daisy Duke shorts with “Hay, Good Lookin’!” stitched on the ass, a best friend who works at the Puddin’ Pie Diner, a two-toothed mother who shucks corn and sews dog costumes, and a whole bunch of hot, no-holds-barred, graphically-scripted lust-fests, and you’ve got Fifty Shades of Hay. You know, “corn porn.” Not a whole lotta plot but a whole lotta fun!

This novella is for really, really mature (though mature is probably not the best adjective here) audiences only.
5.0 out of 5 stars Zing-a-Ding-Ding! September 24, 2014
Okay, I saw a mention of this on Facebook and decided to give it a read. Funny!!! And when it says hot, “no-holds-barred, graphically-scripted lust-fests,” they aren’t kidding! For erotic humor, it’s really well written and pretty darn clever. Not much more to add except “Boinga boinga!”, “Zing-a-ding-ding!”, and “Bwonga bwonga!”

Saturday, September 27, 2014


Take a peek at Wanda S. Paryla's website and see what she has in mind for October! She plans on being a busy lass!

Blaze McRob


Wanda's Amazon Bio:

Wanda S. Paryla was born in Chicago, Illinois, and raised in Central Texas. She received a BA in sociology from Baylor University. With a life split between two states, and two very different worlds, Wanda's life experiences transmit through her writing. Along life's path, she's met some very colorful people who made various lasting impressions upon her which she relates through her work. She and her longtime feline friend, Ganymede, reside in Illinois.

Wanda's great book. I have an autographed copy!     

Book Description

January 12, 2013
In a comprehensive narrative of courage, passion and forever friendship, sixteen year-old Tessa Price, an orphan with a broken heart, little trust and eyes on the future has one really big wish. That someday she could get out of the lives of her Aunt Kiki and Kiki’s abusive husband, Dino, or just die.

The difficult-to-impress Tessa spends her days theoretically saving everyone. She is a heroine of an unlikely kind who denies her pain and regret by getting wrapped up in the troubles of others to forget her own.

With rock-star sized aspirations, Tessa seizes one moment in time and rolls the dice, taking her teenage friends on a life-changing journey, crashing and burning into someday. That road is wrought with grief and catastrophe and Tessa struggles to keep things together, while denying herself true love and ignoring her limitations until it’s too late.

As she watches her friends spiral to rock bottom, Tessa blames herself for their fall from grace. When the death of a loved one sends her reeling into substance abuse, Tessa, everyone’s champ, falls to her knees and becomes everything she hates. Even the life growing inside her seems unable to deter her from a path of self destruction.

Can Tessa rise, once again, from the ashes? Moreover, will her champion wait for her with a genuine love forever?
A moving tale, made me laugh and cry at the same time. Children trying to grow up to fast facing adult issues but not mature enough to handle the task at hand when it comes to fame and fortune. Very serious issues in this book from child abuse, addiction and many more to even comprehend. The innocence being stripped from these children. A sixteen year old girl and her climb to be a rock star along it's venture she runs into the pits of gritty drama of violence that surrounds herself and her friends. So moving with intense emotions but all in all you just want to hug Tessa and lift some of that burden off of her. "As the tears of a liar flowed down my face." Life made a girl to reckon with tough, but still someone who needed to feel safe and loved. I could feel the raw emotions permeating the air, the author wrote it so well. The length of the story was fine, probably could have made two books instead of one. All in all family became an important plight:) Won this on Goodreads, First Read Giveaway. Thank you, Darlene Cruz

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I want to thank Jeremy Price for his great review of my Zombie mushroom tale Beware The Mold. An author always appreciates a great review. I particularly appreciate the fact that Jeremy got the message I wrote into my story. Yes, it's a bloody Zombie story, but there is heart and soul in it as well. Thank you for seeing that, Jeremy.

Visit Jeremy's website and read some of the other great posts he has written. Tell him Blaze sent you.

Blaze McRob


Beware the Mold (2014) is a short horror fiction story by Blaze McRob.  This dark tale, penned in the first person, tells of the struggles of a man and his family as they fight to overcome the effects of social oppression and zombiism.

The story is set in the mountains of West Virginia where a community of impoverished miners wrestles with their inhumanity after toxic waste has led to their deaths and ultimately their reanimation.  When they were alive, the miners accepted their position in the world.  Even if they were poor, they could still sleep well while reaping the emotional reward of a hard day's work.  However, when greedy strip miners stole their livelihood, everything began to change.

The strip miners unearthed toxins as they ravished the land.  Then, mountain rains spread the toxins throughout the ecosystem when the unemployed locals needed their natural food supply the most.  The effects of the polluted food occurred quickly, turning most of the people into the mindless and hungry undead.  However, there were a few exceptions.  A small number of the afflicted were still able to think and feel human emotions.  This ability proved to be a torture all in itself.

As one man endures the torment of this unnatural state of limbo, he finds hope in his ability to rally his family and his neighbors together in victory over their circumstance as they feast on the wealthy strip miners and eventually the rest of the world.

McRob twists a complex and haunting narrative into the seventeen pages that are Beware the Mold.  Horror fiction's much beloved gore and the Zombie sub-genre's brain eating are plentiful.  Even so, the remaining thoughts and emotions of the narrator in his undead condition are what make this piece so disturbing.  The force of his vengeful, broken heart drives the plot's action while he leads his family to recovery.  McRob not only addresses a powerful value of family with lines like, "Ah, yes, the family that eats together . . . ," but also comments directly on modern social injustices and the idea of a "New World Order."

I give Beware the Mold 4.5 / 5 stars.

Beware the Mold is now available from Visionary Press Collaborative for Kindle at Amazon.  Visit Blaze McRob!

Thursday, September 25, 2014



The statement below is from my friend Benjamin Bautz. Listen to his show tonight: Chaos Descending. You do love chaos, right? Benjamin tells it like it is. The show is tonight at 11:00 P.M. Eastern Standard Time.

Learn the Meaning Of Life. Oh yeah, baby!

Blaze McRob

You want to know the meaning of Life? I will let you in on the secret Monty Python decided you weren't ready for all those years ago. That's the topic of this installment of Chaos Descending. Tonight at 11pm Eastern Standard Time, only at www.sharkradionetwork.com

Wednesday, September 24, 2014


Look at what my friends at Crystal Lake Publishing are doing! Joe Mynhardt is giving Crystal Lake Publishing every chance to thrive and be a huge player in the business. Go Joe go!

Every small Press and Publisher needs to support each other. Joe does, and I do. I wish Joe the best with this new posturing.

Blaze McRob

In case anyone's missed the big news:

Crystal Lake Publishing is looking for NOVELS, NOVELLAS, SHORT STORY COLLECTIONS, POETRY COLLECTIONS, and NON-FICTION books in any of these dark fiction categories: horror, fantasy, sci-fi, supernatural, action adventure, suspense thrillers, and noir.

Check our advance ($200 to $400) and royalty (25% to 40%) details on the website: http://www.crystallakepub.com/submission-guidelines.php

Less than two months to go.
Photo: In case anyone's missed the big news:

Crystal Lake Publishing is looking for NOVELS, NOVELLAS, SHORT STORY COLLECTIONS, POETRY COLLECTIONS, and NON-FICTION books in any of these dark fiction categories: horror, fantasy, sci-fi, supernatural, action adventure, suspense thrillers, and noir. 

Check our advance ($200 to $400) and royalty (25% to 40%) details on the website: http://www.crystallakepub.com/submission-guidelines.php

Less than two months to go.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014


Damned Words 9, a collection of 100 word short stories coming from the members of Pen Of The Damned's visual perception of a photographic prompt by Nina D'Arcangela, is this week's Terror Tuesday. We all look at the same photograph, but all of our tales are different. Yet, they are all Damned Dark.

I have only included the first three stories here. Click our link to read all the great tales this week, and to read many more stories from the Pen Of The Damned. They are all at the price of free.

Blaze McRob

Jon Olson
How long has it been? No way to keep track. Not in here; not in this crypt. I’m sure the humans know. Once, they were prey; I was the hunter, too powerful for defeat. How long since they dug this pit and threw me in? Imprisoning and confining me to this tomb? These stone walls: built to contain; to prevent my escape. Impenetrable; unbeatable. That’s their belief; makes them feel safe; makes them forget. Time will be their undoing. Look there! See the plants? Slowly, they’ve found a weakness; slipping in through cracks. A way in, is a way out.

Stone Cold
Blaze McRob
The time is nigh. He feels it, smells it, tastes it. The rocks encased in the cement binding the wall together tingle with excitement. Leaves growing within the cracks between the rocks turn towards the sound of foot steps.
The fool approaches. Each step brings him ever closer to his destiny.
Anticipation hangs heavy in the air.
The young man is entranced by the wall. Stepping closer, the leaves reach out to him and force him flush against the structure. His spirit and the soul trapped within the wall exchange places.
He walks away, a devilish grin on his face.

Bipedal Meal
Zack Kullis
The grating whisper of movement over rock and stone pull me from my long slumber. Sweet bipedal things, wet and soft, are often driven by curiosity into these cavernous depths.
Warm hands grip the cold rocks as they descend with their blasphemous light. Their tasty meat, covered by cloth and rope, awakens my ravenous hunger. One draws near, its eyes focused on where it climbs, unaware it just took its last breath.
No scream escapes its crushed throat. Through his terrified mind I see my eyeless face and gaping maw until his death closes the vision and my meal begins.

Monday, September 22, 2014


Once more my peepers have found their way to Nina D'Arcangela's website The Road To Nowhere where my friend Jon Olson tells us a lot about himself. He is a great human as well as being a super author and you won't want to miss a word.

I present to you, Nina D'Arcangela and Jon Olson!

Blaze McRob

Meet the Damned: Jon Olson

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Pardon me, would you care for a bit of ‘Fresh Meat’?
Oh goodie, a snack!
The next fiendishly delightful demon to slither his way down our walkway of The Damned is Jon Olson, a.k.a. ‘Fresh Meat’. Sporting the latest in couture Security Checkpoint wear. Let’s see what Jon has hidden under that skirt of his, shall we???

Fresh Meat Comin’ in Hot!
Jon Olson

authorpicMy Twitter account profile reads: Horror/Dark Fiction author. Artist. Father. Husband. Proud member of Pen of the Damned.
It kind of reads like an epitaph, doesn’t it?
Yes, I am all of these things and am proud as hell of each one of them, especially being a father. That being said, it doesn’t really paint the whole picture of just who ‘Fresh Meat’ is. So for the next few hundred words, while not trying to bore you to death, I’ll open up a little bit more.
To begin with my name is Jon “Fresh Meat” Olson. I’m married with a six month old daughter and we live in Eastern Passage, Nova Scotia, Canada. We share our home with 4 cats that at times are lucky to be alive. I work full time at the Halifax Robert L. Stanfield International Airport as a Security Checkpoint Coordinator. It can be a stressful job but constantly meeting and interacting with airport staff and the travelling public has definitely helped to fuel the creative juices. I also graduated from Saint Francis Xavier University (St. FX) with a BA in History.
JonOlson_bballWhile I do follow a number of sports (rugby, hockey, football), the one sport that I love is baseball. The Toronto Blue Jays are my team, as frustrating as it has been in the last twenty years, and I’ve been a fan since I was seven. During a trip down to the United States to visit family in 1995, my relatives managed to get tickets to a Milwaukee Brewers game. Somehow, it worked out that the Blue Jays were in town! My then-favorite pitcher, Pat Hengten, was pitching and the Blue Jays won 8-4! It was a great time. After that I made it a goal of mine to see them play live in the Sky dome (or Rogers Center as it is called now) and last summer I finally made it there. Three games against the Tampa Bay Rays and although they lost all three games, I got to see my current favorite pitcher RA Dickey in action. Great times.
I’m sure most of us get asked, why do you write horror?
For the most part, it’s fun. Coming up with characters that seem real and throwing them into terrifying situations with horrible antagonists is fun. Granted, creating all of the necessary background information to make it seem real can be tedious and difficult, but once that is sorted out, it’s amazing to watch it all unfold as you type or scrawl each word onto a blank page. If you’re the type that doesn’t like to plan a lot of the actual story, there’s a thrill in seeing how your characters react to the situations you place them in, how they get out of it, and quite often, the characters will even surprise you, taking your story in an entirely different direction that you originally thought.
I have Attention Deficit Disorder which makes writing quite challenging. Even though I take medication for it, it still takes a lot of focus just to be able to sit down for any length of time and write. As a result, I’m a slow writer. My daily word count isn’t very high, only 500 words, and that’s for a reason. Initially I had the goal of writing 2,000 words a day but there had been many days where I just couldn’t concentrate enough to write and frustration would set in. It became apparent that 2,000 words just wasn’t a realistic daily goal, and with even less time after the birth of my daughter, I knew I had to cut down. This has worked out quite well and as a result, I have had no problems meeting my goal.
So far in my writing career, short stories and flash fiction have been my main focus in terms of published work. I’m still working at becoming proficient in these areas and am enjoying it so far. I’ve written two novellas but they will most likely remain unpublished, at least for now, and are sitting in a drawer. The ADD I mentioned earlier made writing both of them very slow going and I found that it was actually counterproductive. I just didn’t have the focus or time to work on those while still writing and submitting short stories for publication. I do have plans to write and publish novellas/novels in the not-so-distant future but for now, I’m sticking with shorter pieces.
Another area I hope to branch off into is writing comics and graphic novels. Growing up, I was a huge comic fan and even self-published some shitty black and white photocopied comics of my own. At that time though, I was more into drawing than writing/plotting a coherent storyline. Collecting comics eventually got away from me once I hit junior high and high school, but now I’m back into the game and loving it. Comics have had such an impact on me that if you were to ask me who my favorite and most influential writers are, comic writers would out number fiction writers.
Well, I think that gives you a little more insight into who I am. Writing this was actually one of the most difficult things I’ve written in a long time. It was challenging even though it shouldn’t have been. There’s that little piece of advice that’s often thrown around that says write something that you’d want to read. This was no different. What was hard was the notion that I had to take what I already knew about myself and write it in a way that would make me want to read it, let alone somebody else. With that in mind, I hope you’re not snoring. .
Thanks for taking the time to read, guys!
About Jon Olson: On top of working full time as a Security Checkpoint Coordinator at the Halifax Robert L. Stanfield International Airport and still learning the ropes of being a father, Jon is also a writer of horror and dark fiction. While he writes predominantly about the dark and horrible, he will step out into other areas if the interest is there. He finds enjoyment in expressing his creativity through fiction, poetry, songwriting, painting and thrashing the crap out of his bass guitar.
Feel free to connect with him on Twitter: @jonolsonauthor; follow his blog ‘Monster Lane’; and of course at Pen of the Damned where you can also follow the rest of the talented, dark and demented souls!

Read Jon’s Latest Post on Pen of the Damned

Jon Olson
I hit the ground just like they taught us and immediately go to work separating from the parachute. Echoes of machine gun fire and distant explosions rattle my nerves.
I hope to God they dropped us in the right place. Scanning my surroundings, nothing looks familiar.
Waist-high grass provides me with enough cover as long as I remain crouched. I wish I hadn’t lost my equipment satchel during the jump; all I have is my combat knife.
Although it is dark, I see a tree line not too far from my location and bolt for it. Running, while trying to remain as low as I can, I fully expect machine gun fire to open up on me but thankfully it doesn’t.
As soon as I’m in the cover of the tree line, I get down on one knee and try to get my bearings as well as my breath.
Through thick branches on the other side, I see lights.
Edging closer, I see that it is a small German outpost. A small descending trench system leads into a wider dugout with a camouflage canopy over top. Voices are murmuring to one another and I think there are at least two German soldiers in there. I bet I could…
“What are you doing here?” a man asks in German.
I slowly turn my head and make out the distinctive black uniform of an SS officer.
Without hesitating, I pull out my knife and leap onto him, my blade finding its mark in his throat. Blood comes gurgling out from the wound as I cover his mouth with my other hand; he quickly dies.

Friday, September 19, 2014



Ahah! I am the first person to write a review for Bent Metal, Nina D'Arcangela's super thriller. As you can tell from my review, this is a great read. Nina is a master at what she does: telling psychological tales. Buy and read. It's only .99!

Blaze McRob

Book Description

September 16, 2014
Where does reality end and dreamscape begin?

Woken each night by the sounds of screams and twisting metal, Lauren must relive the panic and fear of discovering her brother’s broken body on the asphalt. But each morning, she finds it’s only a dream… One she doesn’t want to keep having.

At what point does a dream become a nightmare, and what if the nightmare was more than a figment of her subconscious?
5.0 out of 5 stars Bent Metal Will Bend Your Mind! September 19, 2014
Verified Purchase
Bent Metal, by Nina D'Arcangela, is one of those mind-blowing tales that takes twists and turns from start to finish. You know the ending, but you really don't. You are pulled into alternate realities that pull at you from all directions, whispering into your ears that what you are reading only hints at the truth, and no matter how it plays out, there will be deep sadness.

Many people say never to write about dreams. No one cares to hear about them. I beg to differ. Dreams are on a plane of existence unlike our waking psyches. Nina's dream world is interlaced with realities, and bonds itself to the physical reality we try to ground ourselves in.

I have had the same dream every night for 47 years. I keep hoping for a different ending so that happiness will finally wash over me. This gives me more insight into the tale Nina shares with us. I understand. I believe. And I can still hope.

Read Bent Metal. Nina D'Arcangela is a master of psychological horror.



Here is a super review for Yesterdays Children, a book of poetry by Jackie G. Williams. The review is by Rob M. Miller. Once I send this post around, I will buy this great book. The free sample, on top of Rob's review, clinched it for me. Yes, folks, reviews can help sell books. Thank you Rob for writing such a fantastic review, and thank you Jackie for writing such a super collection of poetry.

Blaze McRob

Book Description

March 30, 2012
Yesterdays Children is a book of poetry.
Though there are no hearts and flowers here.
It is a hard hitting read about today's society.
Read it if you Care!
3.0 out of 5 stars A flawed, wonderful work that blew me away. September 18, 2014
Format:Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
Though I'm sure to upset some authors and publishers who, understandably, want five-star reviews, I've my own definition of the five-star system.

*One Star: A crime against God and man.
*Two Stars: Poor, or otherwise not ready for publication.
*Three Stars: A solid work worth the money/read.
*Four Stars: A superior, award-worthy achievement.
*Five Stars: A standard setter, a work to stand the test of time, a work to be studied and read again and again....

YESTERDAY(')S CHILDREN ... a three-star journey of pain and connection and regret and anger and a million other stabs....

Seeing this work advertised on Facebook, I was immediately struck by three things:

1) The fantastic cover.
2) The great title.
3) The missing possessive.

Writers tend to be a critical lot, full of bigotry and discrimination, if not of race (there is, after all, the current hub-bub about H.P. Lovecraft and his not-so-finer characteristics), then of ideas, or of genre, of what makes for good prose, and yes, what constitutes good poetry. Writers are opinionated, which is a good, for they need to have hills worthy of their blood.

And they, like George R.R. Martin, are the cruelest of gods, both old and new. Sadists and masochists. Who, even when shedding tears, hang characters from swaying ropes ... and then throw stones.

They need to.

It's a requirement.

Which is why, a prose writer and/or poet, must, above all--be brave.

Not everyone can do it. Not all have either the skill or the necessary spine. If people did, we wouldn't need greeting cards. We wouldn't worship writers. Or at least I wouldn't.

Jackie G. Williams has both the skill and the spine. A brave writer. And one of those special ones who can transmit humanity, in its glory and pain, somehow, through squiggly lines on a page.

It's a kind of magick. And, without a doubt, Williams is a magician.

First, the cons of the book.

1) Formatting could have been better.
2) Editing could have been better.
3) One might argue that illustrations could've enhanced the book ... but with this, I'm now stretching. The words, without any question, paint many a dark and scarring picture.

In sum, it would've been quite nice if a publishing house, one with skill, had sunk some money, time, and effort into this work to really doll it up.

Am I right?

Why, yes!

I'm also one of those opinionated, discriminating writer/editor types (with his own set of flaws).

But here's the proof of Williams's magick.

On a whim, after seeing the work, I visited Amazon. I noticed the page count, a modest 43-pages, I took in the price, a mere bit of change, and I bought it, immediately adding it to my Kindle where 3,000 other titles sit. But then, expecting to just read a few bits, where I might pontificate on why I almost exclusively read "real" poets, like Kipling or Yeats, I started "Yesterdays Children."

And read it, front to back.

YES--front to back.

Front to back.

And sat stunned.

"Yesterdays Children," primarily deals with the horrors of drug use and abuse, but not just in a drugs-are-bad kind of way, for that would have made the work nothing more than a highly effective sedative. Somehow, Williams managed to tap into the humanity of her referenced victims and abusers, the driving demons, the inherent loss and regret.

I've a loved one living on the streets, a victim of mental health problems, bad decisions, and the death-grip of heroin. Perhaps this made me especially vulnerable to "Yesterdays Children's" siren call. If so, fine. Having this predisposition, though, I also came to the table--great cover and title or no--ready to be skeptical, ready to find, perhaps, another "preachy" writer who just didn't get it.

Author Jackie G. Williams more than gets it. "Yesterdays Children" proved it. I read it front to back. And I will be having other family members read it as well. Will the work entertain them? Certainly. But more important, through Williams's powerful--even if dark--pixie dust ... her words ... these people will find a vicarious and carthartic way to express their grief and to expand their knowledge about horrors which are all-too-often all-too-real.

Poetry is the ballet of writing. The most difficult of writing disciplines.

Jackie G. Williams, amongst other things, is a poet.

I read the book in a sitting.

Will be passing it on to my loved ones. Will "Yesterdays Children" connect with everyone? No. No work does. But at 43-pages, and barely over a buck, this author is all but giving away this work, verily this gift.

Hope she sells a million-plus copies.

To the author:

Dear Ms. Williams,

I'm stunned. Wish I had words. And I'm supposed to be a writer. Thank you so very much for this great piece of work.

All my best,

Rob M. Miller
Image of J. G. Williams
J G Williams was born in Wales UK. She is married with three grown children and seven grandchildren. She has always loved horror and ghost stories. From an early age her father told her tales of ghosts and ghouls. That's when her love of horror began. Besides writing, she enjoys art and looking after her menagerie of pets. There's never a dull moment in the Williams household.
She also writes children's books; Tori-Jean's Busy Day, written for young children, is out now. Also book two Tori-Jean's Clever Ideas. Liam and Storm's Space Adventure is due out at the end of July. Great little books for kids.

Thursday, September 18, 2014


Today, I'm reposting another great Meet The Damned post from Nina D'Arcangela's website The Road To Nowhere. http://darcnina.wordpress.com/2014/06/

Magenta Nero is a very fascinating woman. I am very proud to call her friend and it is my pleasure to say she is a fellow member of the Pen Of The Damned.

Here is Magenta Nero in her own words!

Blaze McRob

Meet The Damned: Magenta Nero

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Who’s next on the chopping block? Ahhh… here we have a fine little lady currently living in Australia. Don’t let her classic profile or the term ‘lady’ fool you! Ms. Nero can get as smoky as any erotic writer I know. I’ve followed her blog since shortly after she began posting on it, and if you’d like to dip your toes into something a bit steamier, be sure to stop by. Magenta is strutting her way over to the darker, seedier side of the alley and sipping the bitter nectar we call horror.

A Tint of Madness
Magenta Nero

MagentaNeroThe first time I was captivated by horror was when I read The Book of Revelation in the New Testament as a child. The apocalyptic visions of St. John were terrifying but also seductive and romantic. It was a graphic introduction to the idea that the universe is a tension between eternal forces of dark and light. Forces beyond our everyday comprehension, that we imagine; dread and worship.
My morbid fascination with the apocalypse was later fuelled by watching a sensational “documentary” on Nostradamus. It had great shots of infernal scenes set to music by Prince (“tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 1999”). Doomsday prophecies gripped my imagination and the next day I was preaching in the school yard. This took place in suburban Australia in the ‘80s; it’s a rather hilarious picture. Nobody knew what I was on about of course, and my social standing as ‘weirdo chick’ was firmly secured. I didn’t mind because soon after came the X-Files, and in the way that only a TV show can, I was reassured and comforted (the truth is out there and we are not alone).
Since then my favourite pursuit has been investigating the esoteric and mystical, the metaphysical and occult, the mythological and anthropological. I have always been interested in scratching the surface, reading in between the lines and playing with taboos. And it seems my investigations have served a purpose after all, forming a deep lucid pool of ideas to draw from when I write.
The next book to have a significant impact on me was American Psycho by Brett Easton Ellis. I love the way authors, like our favourite musicians, become interwoven with our personal memories anchored to a time and place. There are periods of my life deeply marked by Jeanette Winterson, other times strangely touched by Paulo Coelho. I have vivid recollection of living in a hotel room in a strange country town, downstairs the band roared on all night while I curled under thin blankets, enthralled by American Psycho. I was completely blown away by this truly horrifying, mesmerizing and disturbing work. It was the first time I was shocked by the power of an author.
I have many other favourite authors; some of them are Angela Carter, Alice Walker, Anne Rice, Isabelle Allende, Marguerite Duras, Michele Roberts, Michael Ondaatje, and Ben Okri to name a few.
Nothing kicks your ass more than becoming a parent. Your life is never again simply your own. I’m glad I spent most of my life indulging my whims. I’ve had the good fortune of living in different countries and dallying for many years at art school. I have a BA in Visual Arts, a Diploma in Shiatsu Therapy, and have worked an eclectic array of jobs. So I’m fully qualified to tell you there is no more grueling, less glamorous, less forgiving a job than motherhood. Intensely rewarding in unforeseen ways, it strips away at all the illusions you hold about yourself and, though their merciless influence, children help you to clarify your beliefs.
Words have always been my faithful companions but it is recently that they have become a craft. In some inexplicable and subtle way, it is thanks to my young daughters that the earliest of my ambitions, that of being a writer, has come to the fore. Last year I began my blog, not expecting much from it, but I was amazed to find that people out there read my stuff and they liked it! The support and encouragement from other bloggers and writers has been invaluable, very generous and constantly inspires me.
(By the way, end note; when the clocks tipped over into Y2K, I was sitting on a rooftop, far from home, and secretly hoping, that just maybe, apocalyptic flames really would explode on the horizon and dark horsemen would come galloping to collect the heathens. No such luck. The only screams to be heard were drunken cheers.)
About Magenta:
Magenta Nero is a fiction writer, poet and visual artist. She loves to spin dark creepy tales of speculative fiction, weaving the genres of horror, erotica and fantasy.
Her work has been included in Sirens Call ezine #13 and #15, and on various blogs. She is a contributing writer to Pen Of The Damned.
Magenta was born in Italy and has lived in London, Tokyo and Sydney, assuming a variety of occupations. She currently lives in New South Wales, Australia, with her partner and two young daughters.
You can find Magenta on Twitter at @Magenta_Nero or on her blog, Magenta Nero – deviant desires, beautiful monsters.

Read Magenta’s latest piece on Pen of the Damned

Magenta Nero
There is a cruelty unfolding in me I didn’t know existed. The click of my heels on the pavement echoes down the street, turning heads. I wear higher heels now, shorter skirts. I no longer stick to the safety of busy streets. I tempt fate and wander into the gloom of alleyways where the losers of the city huddle and sleep. The drunken, the homeless, the pickpockets. Petty criminals with petty ambitions. I stroll through their lairs of garbage. Bleary, poisoned eyes watch me pass, staring at me in disbelief.
“Stupid bitch,” they growl at me and they lift their bottles to dying lips. I tread holes in their cardboard beds with my stilettos and kick over their little cups of change. There is nothing they can do, they can barely climb to their feet. I hear the breaking of glass and the retching cough of sickness as I walk away. 
You see, there is nothing in the darkness I fear because I know you’ve got your eye on me. And you won’t let anybody hurt me, will you?
How long has it been now? I can’t remember my life without you. The purring of your engine wakes me at night as you cruise by my house. You wait until I come to the window before driving away. The sound of your breath, barely audible, on the other end of the phone. I can’t say a word. Sometimes you whisper my name in a muffled voice. It has been awhile since you last called. I saw you standing by the curb looking up at my office window. I saw you getting off the bus as I got on. I saw you sitting in the coffee shop. You are a formless shadow, your face a blur. Each time you move like lightning, when I look twice you are gone.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014


Make certain to listen to David Schutz II on Blog Talk Radio tonight. 9:00 P. M. Eastern time. For those of you who miss it, I'm certain there will be a recording of tonight's show.

Below I have a post from the lovely Mary G. Fortier-Schutz II

Be there, or be square!

Blaze McRob

ATTENTION ALL LOVERS OF THE DARK! Wednesday night, on Viktor Aurelius' "Whispers in the Dark" BlogTalk Radio. http://www.blogtalkradio.com/viktoraurelius/2014/09/18/david-schutz-ii-and-rick-powell#ixzz3DR3ez7Xt
My AMAZINGLY talented husband (David Schütz II) and my INCREDIBLY talented, dearest friend (Rick Powell) will be together in ONE SHOW!
Not to be missed!
David Schütz II, former Shakespearean actor, screenwriter, producer of independent projects, & Horror Fiction author. Published in several anthologies: “Satan’s Holiday,” “Welcome to Your Nightmare,” “Blessings from the Darkness”, “Temporary Skeletons”, “Shadows and Light Magazine” Issues 1 & 2, and the soon to be released “Cellar Door III: Animals” and “Bones III” from James Ward Kirk Publishing. His work has been featured on Hellnotes.com’s “Horror in a Hundred” series (http://hellnotes.com/horror-in-a-hundred-logan-street-by-david-schutz-ii). David portrays “The Conductor,” and narrates James Ward Kirk Publishing’s “Terror Train” podcast, presenting every story and poem in the anthology, “Terror Train”. http://terrortrain.wordpress.com/ https://www.facebook.com/DavidSchutzIIAuthor
Rick Powell lives in Oak Forest, Illinois with his son, Brad. He is a lover of horror and dark fiction and his poetry and stories have appeared in Radical Dislocations, Wah Lum’s Library, Satan’s Holiday, Welcome To Your Nightmare, Blessings from the Darkness, The Nightmare Engine, Dark Eclipse Magazine, Shadows & Light Magazine, Twisted Dreams Magazine, Cthulhu Haiku II, Temporary Skeletons, and Infernal Ink Magazine. He has just recently released his own book of poetry, My Soul Stained, My Seed Sour. https://www.facebook.com/tenebraerick
Read more: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/viktoraurelius/2014/09/18/david-schutz-ii-and-rick-powell#ixzz3DR3ez7Xt