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Demons, Devils & Denizens of Hell Anthology

Demons, Devils & Denizens of Hell I have been tagged on Facebook to participate in this Anthology by one of my Facebook Friends, Becky Narron. As I have written a few other shorts for such calls, I figured I’d give this one a try, too. *** Just to update, since it has been too long I haven’t, I #amwriting, #amediting, #amrevizing. I’ve been working on restructuring and filling in blank spots on The Barbarian (the story on the blog is now outdated), making his story more complete. It’s going to take a while. I decided I’d take a break and make something new, then I’ll go back to editing, if you want to call it that. For this story, though I haven’t come up with a title yet, I figured I’d make another serial killer, as I did with Hell’s Beginning (sub’d to Azoth Khem Publishing, which is still waiting in the Editor’s pile.)   Without further ado, I give you a small teaser for the current work. In hopes that it will whet your appetite and cause some small anticipation for the completion. Untitled (I’ll edit that when I do think of an appropriate heading.) Agent Herman Schmidt had never seen such vicious crimes. In his 30 years of service, he had witnessed some of the various atrocities one human could do, either to another person or a group of people. However, the mess left by this perpetrator outdid anything he’d had to bear investigating. Schmidt knew this criminal.…

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4TH Word Of The Day

Word Of The Day Sunday, February 12, 2017 on Dictionary.com calliopean [kuh-lahy-uh–pee–uh n] Word Origin 1855-60, Americanism; calliope + -an adjective 1. resembling a calliope in sound; piercingly loud: a calliopean voice. I know, I know, it’s been a while since I made a new WOTD post. If anyone knows me on FB, you would know I have finally finished my story “Hell’s Beginning,” and sent it to the publisher, Azoth Khem Publishing. I now await their response with editorial suggestions. (See me sitting here tapping my fingers on the desk telling myself to be patient. They waited for me, the least I can do is wait for them.) I have also started a new story. About Werewolves, but set in a fantasy world of my own making. There will be Humans involved, but not as enemies, per se. At least, not at first. I don’t want to go real far into what I have planned, because as we all know; “The best-laid plans of mice and men” and all that. (citation follows:) [the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry. Dictionary.com. The American Heritage® New Dictionary of Cultural Literacy, Third Edition. Houghton Mifflin Company, 2005. http://www.dictionary.com/browse/the-best-laid-plans-of-mice-and-men-often-go-awry (accessed: February 12, 2017).] So, anyway, them’s the plans at this point, so on with the show! I Saw Her In A Dream Genre: Paranormal Fantasy As I sat upon the dais, I thought of the specter that came to me in my dreams. She had lovely green eyes, golden hair…

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3RD Word Of The Day Challenge

3RD Word Of The Day Challenge The “rules.” For this installment, I opted to not go with the actual Dictionary.com word, which they have as igneous. Didn’t resonate with me, so I looked to some of the lists that are there. I went through 4 groups, and happened upon absquatulate. How’s that for a word? I has an easy meaning. Here’s how the website defines it: Absquatulate [ab-skwoch–uh-leyt] verb (used without object), absquatulated, absquatulating. Slang. to flee; abscond: The old prospector absquatulated with our picks and shovel.   Funky old word, ain’t it?   But, first, a word from our sponsor: As a grammatical rule, I have been taught that most two-syllable adjectives, when written in comparative or superlative form, would use “more” and “most,” respectively. It would appear, however, there are exceptions. For instance; Stupid VS Stupider. I cringe when I see the word “stupider,” as I’ve always known “more stupid” is the correct writing. By this article, I have been mistaken. Oh, well. Since each can be correct, I’ll just go with how I use them and suffer others to use which one they wish. I’ll still cringe, though.   On with the show!   Jesse decided he needed to leave town. His girlfriend had dumped him, his best friend basically disowned him. As it turned out, the two had found they got along better together than they did with him and had been running around behind his back. Jesse never saw it, though. His attention usually focused on trying to get something for nothing. He would steal from others and sell the…

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The Barbarian versus The Nomads

Here is another excerpt from my WIP The Barbarian. In this section, the Barbarian, who is still unnamed, has just returned from scouting with his trainer. The main Shandan Nomad (Shandan is the desert they are in charge of ruling with tyrant abandon, if you will) is resting, as is his second-in-command, and the one left in charge, Shenkar, hates the boy more than the other two do. In the distance, they can see a cloud of dust, and the Nomad who has better long range vision sees the group of Wizards riding hard toward them. It’s a bit rough, as it is still 1st draft, but I’m sure you can get the gist of it. Well, have a look:   Nomads No More Shenkar saw the scouts returning at a leisurely pace after exploring the route to the east. Bolthed and Akheem left him in charge when they retired to one of the wagons for a brief respite, with orders to be called only if needed. Two days prior, a scout from the Wastes had brought them news of the annihilation of their allies, the Destined Ones. He also told of the warning relayed that the Nomads would be next. Bolthed immediately put the band on alert” “The way is clear for the next league, my Lord,” the older scout reported. “Get some rest, then prepare to go back out.” As they turned to leave, the trainer pointed to the north. “My lord, Shenkar; look.” A cloud of dust…

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Guest Post by Sam Gregory

I extend a warm welcome to Samantha “Sam” Gregory, here to tell you about her Inner Daemons series of books. There is also an Event page on Facebook. So, without further ado;   Inner Daemons Book Event Guest Post By Samantha Gregory I started writing the Daemon series back in 2010 and it was published in 2013. Mackenzie Murphy pretty much walked straight onto the page. I wanted a tough character, who despite having a difficult childhood and upbringing, is still a decent person. Mackenzie had to deal with her mother going to jail when Mackenzie was only eleven, and then being put into the foster system. As a child she discovered her ability to control demonic shadows and have them do her bidding. She was terrified of her gift for a long time, but gradually learned to use it when she needed help. I have had the story, which runs across four books, mapped out for years. Daemon Battle and Daemon War are books three and four in the series and are out in the Fall 2016 and Summer 2017 respectively.   The event I am hosting during July 2nd and 3rd, will offer several giveaway options including a $25 Amazon Gift card and the chance to win a Kindle Fire 7” tablet. Participants can take part in the event by Clicking here. The giveaway runs through my website too. And as a special treat, book 1 – Daemon Persuasion will be FREE during the event.   Thanks, Sam!…

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Haunt Jaunt #ParaDayParT

#ParaDayParT   Paranormal Day 2016 Party Invite   I originally wrote this story for a weekly challenge called #BlogBattle and hosted by Rachael Ritchey. Though I don’t participate every week, the ones I do play a part in garner some comments to my writing, which is always helpful. I did some camping, hiking, climbing action in my youth, either with my older Brother or Sister, or both, so draw from those experiences to pen some of my stories. So, as this is the third time I’ve used this story for a group post type of deal, I’ll just get it posted and let others decide if it is worthy of the Haunt Jaunts theme.   Genre: Thriller/Horror The Rope (c) 2016 By John T. M. Herres Look at it, just swinging there. Like it’s offering a fun time, just like children have. He had a hard time accepting the sight, as it looked so incongruous. He hiked all day through the National Forest, backpack loaded with provisions for a week, and had seen nothing strange. Until now. He trudged the thickest parts of the woods, where very few signs of humans showed. He didn’t like the paths that other people followed, as there would always be residue of sorts that they had passed. In the rough, most people knew how to keep their evidence to a minimum. He knew his journey’s end as only a point on a map. While planning, he tried to find areas that had not been…

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#BlogBattle Week56- Indiscriminate

Time for another #BlogBattle   Indiscriminate is the word prompt for this, the first week of April, 2016. First order of business: Rules: 1000 words max fictional tale (or true if you really want) PG (no more than PG-13) Content – let’s keep this family friendly! Your story must contain the word(s) from the theme and/or be centered around the theme in a way that shows it is clearly related Go for the entertainment value! State the Genre of your story at the top of your post. Post your story on Tuesday, by 11:59 PM PST Use the hashtag #BlogBattle when tweeting your story, put a link back to your #BlogBattle Short Story in the comments section of this page, and/or include a link to this page in your own blog post (it creates a “ping-back” which will alert me and our friends to your #BlogBattle post) Have fun!   So, I am really trying to get with it. I’m still so far off base, I am having trouble organizing all I need to do. Of course, now that warm weather is catching the tail of the rainy season, grass is growing at a near exponential rate… Not really, but it seems so at times. So I’m having to work mowing (which is horrible to my physical damages) into at least a day every week. Then at least a day for recovery. Serious. This week, I think I’m going another new direction. I shall, once again, ask you all to be the judges.…

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#BlogBattle Week 55- Leviathan

#BlogBattle Week 55 Howdy, all! ‘Tis time once again for a weekly writing prompt, hosted by Rachael Ritchey. It has been a while, not just since I participated, but since I’ve felt well enough (?) to write anything anywhere. I had been invited to join a blog hop with a Spring Time theme, but had to renege and withdraw from participating. Something is going on within me, and I know not what. Be that as it may: I’m here this week to offer another Thriller of a tale, but this one could be said to have a happy ending. You be the judge, and let me know in the comments, if you please. Evil In Technology By John T. M. Herres, (c) 2016   Evil. Most people think they know about Evil, but in reality, they only have a vague idea. They also think the Evil is elsewhere. It’s not. Case in point:   The day started as most every other day in recent memory. Joseph awoke alone, made a pot of coffee and sat at his computer to begin his daily routine. Quiet reigned, and he noticed even the outside noises were absent. While he waited for his favorite game site to load, he walked to the window and pulled aside the curtain to see what type of day he would face. Utter blackness met his gaze. The sun should be out by now, he thought, or at least a slate grey sky warning of impending rain. He squinted…

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My Story for Kreative Kue #63 by Keith Channing

Kreative Kue #63 As per his instructions: Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; and either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithkreates@channing.fr before 6pm on Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here – pingbacks don’t seem to be working, and I haven’t yet figured out why. A Little Help Sandy couldn’t help it, sadness caused her to be able to do nothing but cry. She took little Chico, her rat terrier/Chihuahua for a walk. In his excitement, he had gotten tangled up in his retractable leash, and when she unhooked it, he took off after some imagined sight or sound. She tried to follow, calling to him even as he disappeared into the woods. She kept looking, continued calling, but she couldn’t even hear him anymore. So, she stood there on the side of the path and cried. “Why you cry, Human?” The voice startled her, as she thought herself alone. When she didn’t see anyone, she returned to her grief. “Human…?” The voice sounded a bit gravelly, high in pitch and a bit hurried. “Who… who’s there?” she stammered. “Up, Human, look up.” She turned her head up and saw a bird in the branches. “Did…

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Silent Screams- a Short Poem

I wrote this little poem back in Oct2014. Goodness, that long ago? Anyway, it began as most of my writings do, something started me thinking about a silent scream, and this is what came out of it. It is a bit dark, as my Sister told me at the time, but there’s a certain… relatability to it. I think, anyway. So, here it is again, for all to inspect and/or pick apart:   Silent Screams Life behind these padded walls, as surreal as a dream     A dream where even silence screams, but only silent screams         Silent screams of ancient Queens beheaded on a stage   The stage, surrounded by noisy throng     Some hawking wares secured with tongs         Some yammering of someone else’s wrongs One standing above, above any reproach     Heralding merits and valiant deeds like a coach         A coach who stores the team behind padded walls   Yes, life behind these padded walls. wishing t’were a dream     For here, unlike in dreams, the silence screams, but not silent screams         Not silent screams from ancient Queens beheaded on a stage.

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