Life In The Pit

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LIFE IN THE PIT by Pen of the Damned’s Tyr Kiernan

Originally posted on Pen of the Damned:

I stood among chaos.

Bodies swarmed in all directions, screaming. My heart thumped, pounding erratically as if desperately trying to catch its breath. The mêlée—a whirlwind of life and death—churned around me. My clothes were spattered in mingled sweat and grime. The pit was terrifying.

I fought against the swell of sanity-breaking panic every single time I stepped into the pit and faced the sea of aggressors. It always felt like one against a thousand. It was hell. It was my job.

I enriched or ruined lives on a daily basis, my own included. As a floor trader for the New York Stock Exchange, I battled the greedy horde for a greater share of the same pool of wealth. Think of it as planned chaos brought forth by a den of thieves who were jockeyed by self-made Gods. No good would come from it and failure was never an option.

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The Carousel In The Sky, by author Erik Gustafson @Eriktiger

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Erik Gustafson’s latest release THE CAROUSEL IN THE SKY

Originally posted on Spreading the Writer's Word:

The Carousel In The Sky
Erik Gustafson

In the middle of a ErikGustafson_TheCarouselInTheSkyforest of oaks, a mansion sits, inviting the young and old to explore its depths. On top of the mansion, a carousel, but not just any carousel, this one holds secrets that are soon to be unlocked.

From Erik’s blog:

I am excited to announce that my third novel, The Carousel in the Sky, is out! I am pretty excited about this one. The dark fantasy novel is based on a dream that had a couple years back. In the dream, I was in a forest staring up at a mansion that had a carousel revolving around its sharply pitched roof, like a crown.

The novel is a grand adventure, a terrifying journey into a secret world ruled by evil men… in the midst of which we find Alex just trying to find his lost friend. Not a…

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Tid Bits

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TID BITS by Pen of the Damned’s Nina D’Arcangela

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He sits in the bell tower: watching, waiting; scenting the air.

It has been far too long since his last meal, not because he hungers, but because he craves. So many years of eating spoiled meat, the rotted flesh of the dead; so much time held in subjugation, fearing the wrath of a god that does not exist – these things no longer shackle him, he no longer recognizes a master other than his own desire. However, the invasion of his privacy, his sanctuary, after the last frenzy came to light has forced him to stay his hand, to crawl back into the warren beneath the ground to avoid unwanted attention; as well as forced an unnatural silent abandonment of his home. This is his true birthplace – the place he shed the bonds of superstition and started living for himself; he is loath to leave it.

So…

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Winter of Zombie 2014 – A Little Career Advice from Joe McKinney

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Joe McKinney shares some career advice on the Winter of Zombie Blog Tour 2014

Originally posted on gElmerMunson:

Welcome back friends, I’ve got quite a treat for you. It’s always an honor for me to host during the Summer of Zombie/Winter of Zombie events, and this winter is no exception. Today it’s my pleasure to bring you A Little Career Advice from Bram Stoker Award-winning author Joe McKinney. Dive on in, you won’t be disappointed!

A Little Career Advice

 By Joe McKinney

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I’ll let you in on a little secret.  When I got started, I had no idea I was a writer.  None.  I wrote a novel called Dead City about a young patrolman trying to get home to his family on the first night of the zombie apocalypse because, at the time I was a young patrolman dealing with the stress and anxiety that comes with being a new parent.  I kept wondering to myself why anybody in his or her right mind would trust me with…

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Dark Lust

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DARK LUST by Pen of the Damned’s Blaze McRob

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Droplets of water, impure at best, having been defiled by the pollutants above my present sanctuary, drip annoyingly around me. I bounce around like a child trying to avoid becoming ‘it’ in a game of tag. What is this annoying sport I am forced to play? Me, the Dark Angel, ruler of the sky above.

A ruler – that was yesterday, one so seemingly far back that mere remnants of recollection scratch at my mind. We live in the present, no better off for what once was. The future means naught either. The now; the manifestation of what is… that is what we are left with.

Listen to me, pandering on like a pathetic whiner instead of the glorious creature I am. Control! I need to take control of what surrounds me: seize it from the one who is depriving me of my birthright.

The ceiling of my…

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Sightseers

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My short story SIGHTSEERS is up this week at Pen of the Damned

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Becky Dunsworth could not believe her eyes when she and her boyfriend, Thomas Woods, emerged through the thick wall of spruce trees. Just as news agencies around the world had broadcast, Becky saw for herself that the town of Hume, Nova Scotia was dead. Some buildings remained intact; some were just shells surrounded by piles of rubble, and others had been completely demolished. She looked down at her feet and saw the paved street that they now stood on was badly damaged and showed years of neglect.

“I told you it was still here,” Thomas said, smiling.

“So that means their explanation all those years ago was just…” she trailed away.

“It was just a cover story to hide the truth.”

Thomas slid his backpack down off his shoulder, unzipped it and began rummaging around until he found what he was looking for – a digital camera. He took…

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Black Widow

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Black Widow by Pen of the Damned’s Magenta Nero

Originally posted on Pen of the Damned:

The street is alive with festivities but my house is sombre and silent. The neighbourhood knows I am a widow in mourning, that I want to be left in peace, but that doesn’t prevent those roaming little brats from ringing my bell.

“Trick or Treat!” they shout, over and over again until I finally come to the door. In my black hooded cloak I look the part. No harm in playing along. I let out a deep evil laugh, throw handfuls of candy at them then slam the door as they plunge into a frenzy. I hope that is the last of them; it is close to midnight and I have work to do. The veil is thin.

I almost nodded off as I sat through your funeral; the monotonous voice of the priest was like a soothing lullaby. It is typical that you choose to be buried in…

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