The Countdown to Halloween 2014

What in the blue Hell?!?!  Once again, I wrote a post and forgot to schedule it!  Publishing this one now, which should have posted at 1:00 am EST this morning.  In about an hour, my Halloween treat will publish.  Apologies for the back to back blog posts.


 

Tomorrow is the big day, so you have to wait one more day for a post! (Don’t look shocked.  Tomorrow is Halloween and I am a horror writer – enough said)

‘Tis the season when I start dancing around my house singing a macabre rendition of “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year”.  There are dead bodies in my window, blood on my tables, and body parts sprinkled around my abode… oh wait – my house looks like that every day.  Ok, that’s an embellishment.  During the “non-Halloween” season the body parts and other creepy things are restricted to my office, the rest of my house is “sterile”.

So if you haven’t picked up on this: Halloween is my favorite holiday.   I can spread my love for the macabre to everyone in the world and most non-horror enthusiasts accept it with a smile.  They say, “Aw, look at how much fun she is having, celebrating Halloween.  Isn’t that just precious?”… such a contrast to them running away, screaming in terror in the “off-season” (though I usually prefer the latter).

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This is a time for celebration, mischief, and mayhem!

To start off the party, here are two cool treats.  The talented Drew Chail has been super busy in Satan’s Workshop.  He and his mischievous demons – ahem, I mean elves – have been cooking up a Monster Mash.  And it is such a graveyard smash…

The Monster Mashup: Classic Monsters Gone Wrong

Monster Mashup Part 2: Monsters taken out of their Element

 

Until tomorrow… muwhahaha

The Waking

Peter Nena’s story, The Waking, is absolute brilliance. This is one of the best short stories that I have ever had the pleasure of reading. The Waking forces the reader stop to contemplate the meaning of the human existence. Life that is in essence the most epic horror story told. He drew from my writing prompt, The Companion, which I posted about on September 25th. And damn, he took that prompt to a place I never dreamed! The Waking, gives a new meaning to the “Circle of Life”. Bravo, Peter!!

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A Range Rover flew past him like a whizz-bang and he had to swerve dangerously in panic. He called the driver a fucking bean soup.

“I hope you choke to death!” he cried in the cruellest, most vehement voice he could muster. “I hope you choke to death!”

His voice vibrated shrilly like the stridulation of a cricket.

After the vexatious Range Rover had vanished into the estate, and Ochise’s heart was once again calm, he pondered over whether he had cursed correctly or had blundered like a man drunk on bean soup. What if it was interpreted that he loved bean soup so much that he daydreamed about it? Ah, fuck it! But that wasn’t what he had meant—no, ma’am, sir, it wasn’t!—and any misinterpretations could be shoved up the shit duct!

“Shove it up the shit duct!” he squealed, and then grinned like death.

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Losing Robin Williams—The Dark Side of Those Who Make Us Laugh

Due to the passing of Robin Williams last week, I am reblogging this post because it perfectly captures and describes the feelings that may be hiding behind the laughter.

Depression is a debilitating and ruthless disease. It should never be taken lightly. Many people do not allow their depression to externally manifest and they lock it deep in their hearts.

For those who do not suffer, always remember to spread kindness and show love to everyone. Leave no stone unturned.

In each passing day, tell someone who you may know, or a complete stranger, that you appreciate their presence and place in your life. Let them know that they are not alone nor do they have to hide their suffering.

Never allow anyone to feel so alone. It can take something as small as a smile to save someone’s life.

For those who do suffer, know you are not alone. There is always somebody who has his or her hand out to you, ready to pull you from that dark place to make you safe. Do not hide. Know you are loved.

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Suicide. It’s a topic that’s been on most of our minds as of late. I was BROKEN when I found out about Robin Williams. It’s like this bright shining star just snuffed out, leaving only a black hole of crushing emptiness behind. I feel terrible for taking him for granted, selfishly assuming he’d always be around.

I haven’t yet cried because I’m afraid I might not stop. My fondest childhood memories involve Mork & Mindy. Growing up, I’d watch Williams’ comedic acts over and over and over, studying his timing and how he could do what he did, because to me? It was MAGIC. In fact, I can honestly say he was my earliest mentor. I learned to laugh and make others laugh, and, since home and school were living nightmares, laughter was my lifeline.

I’m no expert aside from having suicide issues in the family. Also, years ago, I…

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