Skip to content

Tag: action

Secrets In The Walls

Spoiler Alerts: Some descriptions throughout these posts may contain, if not the exact ending, a concluding remark of the outcome. Read at your own risk. Secrets In The Walls   (2010) (TV Movie) Jeri Ryan, Kay Panabaker, Peyton List Ratings: 5.3/10 from 893 users A mother and her two teenage daughters move into an ancient house in a suburb of Detroit, when it is offered at a very low price, much to the dislike of the elder daughter. Soon, the younger child begins to see strange things in the house, but the mother disregards her claims, saying that it is only her imagination. Then the elder child also begins to notice creepy phenomena but does not speak about it. Only when things take a more serious turn and the mother too starts to witness strange events does she realize that something really is wrong with the house. Written by varghesejunior   I found this movie extremely watchable. The setup did not get over-involved or too in-depth, and the creepy scenes didn’t look CGI heavy. The main thing I had issue with is how Rachel, the Mother, still questioned when Molly started seeing the ghost of Greta. The girl could tell you to answer the phone before it even rings. But, when she sees and feels a malevolent entity, it’s just her imagination. I guess it could be interpreted as a state of denial; Rachel has never believed in ghosts, so when confronted with the situation, it must be something else. (Or,…

Leave a Comment

Challenge of The Velah

To see what I have posted for this story, please see my Velah blog here. Update December 18, 2015 Unfortunately, the blog on which the story had been posted has gone belly up. It’s almost funny, for I had just added scripts to the security protocols which should have prevented any piracy, or so it said. Maybe I didn’t install them correctly, I don’t know. It doesn’t matter anyway, for the blog is gone, and the best thing I can do is, as with so many other things that have gone wrong in my life, move on. I’ll post the sci-fi story here after the New Year. Stay Tuned!   A man inadvertently gets drawn into a war between two alien races. The evil Sakalel have set upon the Heskah race, determined to annihilate the peaceful beings in order to culminate their vengeance.  

Leave a Comment

My Author bio, written by Judy Colella

John T.M. Herres was born May 26, 1965 to a military family. His father, a Master Sergeant with the Air Force now retired, and the family moved around a great deal during John’s younger years; which meant a constant change of schools, friends, and circumstances. In his teens he found himself making some decisions flavored by his quasi-nomadic life, decisions that seemed to be taking him down all the wrong roads. He worked hard at getting himself straightened out, however, and now uses his experiences to add a richness to his writing. Influenced by such authors as Robert E. Howard, Stephen King, Dean R. Koontz, James Patterson and Orson Scott Card, his genre of choice became action/fantasy-adventure, populated by a Conan-inspired Barbarian, and set in rich, exotic landscapes. John’s writing has emerged and matured into works with three-dimensional characters, action sequences that read like a movie with great visuals for the reader, and plot lines that pull the reader deep into both the action and the psyche of his heroes. His works-in-progress also include “The Barbarian” and “Barbarian Tales” which he is has managed to merge into one book, and is working toward its eventual publication.    

Leave a Comment

The Barbarian, continued

Chapter 2 A month after the groups were reunited, Shelar bore forth a son. The couple were immensely proud, naming the newborn Senus, meaning “serenity in the midst of chaos”. A stoic child, Senus rarely cried; rather, grunts and one syllable utterances relayed his hunger or any other need. Six months passed. All the families working together had completed their little underground village. One morning, Thelis went out to draw water from the well. When he didn’t return, Rangor sent Kentur to find him. A yell from the courtyard brought all the men forward, each having drawn their weapons. “Father, no!” Kentur tried to warn them before they emerged, but to no avail. One by one, arrows pierced them as they emerged. *      *       *       *       *       * The Nomads had been moving across the sands, double file at a leisurely pace, and were surprised when the scouting slave came running back to inform them of the evidence of a small populace. They’d spurred on, and the slave led them to the edge of the large sunken courtyard. A young man came out of the opening on the south wall, but a quick thinking archer silenced him before he could alert any who could be inside. Of the 50 men, fifteen archers positioned themselves at the rim while seven descended into the excavation. Another youth emerged and was captured, but not before he could call for help. Upon hearing the commotion from inside, followed by the distinctive clang of weapons…

Leave a Comment

The Barbarian, By John T. M. Herres

Chapter 1 The yellow sands of the Shandan Desert stretched from horizon to horizon, desolate and bleak. The hot, arid wind seemed always from the south, sometimes easing the grains of sand across the dunes, but more often hurling them with enough force to feel like tiny pins pricking incessantly at any exposed skin. Five figures moved through the nothingness that surrounded them. The three mules they led forged along, heads lowered, not even willing to voice protest with the granules so abundant. Each beast bore supplies and equipment for the task the men had planned, and each bundle had grey and brown hides covering them. The lead man, wrapped in dingy, white robes adorned with dull red accents, abruptly stopped and fell to his knees, then laid his hands to the scorching ground. His magic had not all been taken away by the forces of the Red Griffin. As he clenched the granules in his fists, another approached and spoke the first words any had uttered in days. “Tambur, is this the place?” They had been traveling due east for two weeks, waiting for some sign to tell them their search was finished. “Yes, my brother. I sense it.” His eyes still closed, Tambur held out his hand to receive a wooden spade. The three younger men, who had been waiting away from them, rushed forward to help begin the digging. “We must scoop out the sand eight feet down and twenty feet wide,” Tambur told them. “There, we…

Leave a Comment
%d bloggers like this: