Holomorphs, by Brian Moreland on @PenoftheDamned @BrianMoreland

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Holomorphs

by Brian Moreland

Eager with excitement, I downloaded the new app. It asked to connect with my friends and followers on social media, and I accepted. I filled out the detailed profile, answered a questionnaire that recorded my voice, and linked my Facebook and Instagram accounts.

Within minutes of completing my profile, my first holomorph friend appeared! I stood speechless in my living room as light beamed from the ceiling. Swirling particles formed into my best friend, Dane, from Seattle. Not the real him, but a vivid, life-sized hologram. He was partially transparent, like a Technicolor ghost, but somehow the illusion felt real.

“Oh, my God, this is incredible!” I said.

“I know, right? Like the Starship Enterprise beamed me here.”

We half-embraced, bro-style. There was actually a supple texture to his three-dimensional form, like hugging someone made of thin rubber. Dane was shorter than expected. I’d never actually seen him in person. We’d met on Facebook and became instant friends in a group that discussed sci-fi horror movies. For years, I’d only known Dane through typed-word conversations on a screen, along with his stagnant profile photo—a plump face with a beard.

“The hologram you looks different from your photo,” I said.

“I kinda lied about my weight on my profile,” he chuckled. “I like the holo-me better.”

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Double Feature, by Hunter Shea on @PenoftheDamned @HunterShea1

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Double Feature

by Hunter Shea

The moment he stepped through the door, Diana’s guts went sub-zero. His hair was matted down and wet and he smelled like pencil lead laced with a badly wiped ass.

Today he wore his stupidest grin, the one where he looked mentally challenged (though Diana knew full well he wasn’t), along with dirty jeans that could probably stand up on their own and a Texas Chainsaw Massacre T-shirt.

“Big night tonight,” he said, breathing heavily. Something was wrong with his lungs. He always sounded as if he’d run a mile, even if he’d just been sitting around for hours staring at the TV. She kept hoping it was something fatal, yet here he still was, labored breath expelling tuna and gingivitis in her face.

Diana eyed him coolly.

He lifted a plastic yellow shopping bag.

“It’s double feature night,” he said, chest puffing up.

God, he loved double feature nights.

“I even got popcorn and Mild Duds.”

Diana stared hard into his stupid, anxious face, wishing she could be like one of those people in that movie he loved. She thought it was called Scanners. The one where they could blow your fucking head up with just a thought. Now that was a super power she’d give both legs for. She might even thrown in one of her arms just to know she could splatter his greasy, bowling ball head all over the wall.

His shoulders sagged, the bag dropping onto the coffee table that had more rings than twenty Saturns.

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Honored Guest, by Christopher Liccardi on @PenoftheDamned @CLiccardiAuthor

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Honored Guest

by Christopher Liccardi

The light hurt and his head swam. He wanted to cover his eyes.

A hand floated in the corner of his view; it belonged to a woman.

“Nobody ever hears about us, the quiet ones; the little ones. The slight ones.” The owner of the voice caressed his neck. He shivered and tried to crawl back into the darkness that kept all the bright pain away. The voice and the hand moved off to his right.

The blackness crept up, this time without much of a fight. He faded away to the sound of her voice going on about being invisible in society.

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“Awake again? I’m pleased to see you’re back. Can I get you something, water perhaps?” The voice purred with conviviality that wasn’t quite real.

He heard a sound so distinct that it couldn’t be anything other than what it was; a set of high heels walking across wood. She kept talking to him but it was nothing more than background noise.

“You’re going to be groggy for a bit longer I’m afraid.” The voice was close now. Something cold caressed his lips. She rubbed it around his mouth, and when he opened she slid the ice chip in. Too numb to miss the bitter cold on his tongue, his thirst was as painful as the ache that was developing around his chest and gut.

He was fading again, spittle drooled out of his mouth and into his lap.

“Oops.” She said.

Blackness…

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Death Should Be Remembered, by A.F. Stewart on @PenoftheDamned @scribe77

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Death Should Be Remembered

by A.F. Stewart

When I arrived, the gate to the graveyard was open, wrought iron swinging on its hinges. I hesitated. I didn’t like company when I visited. I preferred to be alone, to stand at the headstones in the silence.

Should I go in?

I looked over my shoulder, back down the road.

I could go home. Come back another day.

No. I needed this. Needed to remember death, relive what happened, hear the screams again. It would help ease the pressure until…

Yeah. Take a chance. Could be someone just forgot to fasten the latch properly. You can always lie if you meet someone.

I passed through the gate, shutting it behind me. I decided to visit Patricia today. Her family buried her in a secluded spot on the east side of the graveyard.

Less chance of being seen.

A silence settled on the place, and the crunch of my feet on the gravel roadway sound like the crack of bone. A familiar sound, but I shivered. It unnerved me for some reason and I was glad when I turned off onto the dirt path. Nothing but the crunch of the occasional leaf there. Not even the chirping of the birds, or the swish of the wind.

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Pup by Nina D’Arcangela on @PenoftheDamned @Sotet_Angyal

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Pup

by Nina D’Arcangela

I scrambled through the woods at break-neck speed. I had no idea which direction I ran, I only knew I had to escape the beast that attacked me. A clearing in the trees ahead revealed the flicker of a fire’s glow. As I stumbled into the mudded tract, I realized I’d come upon a gypsy encampment. Two men immediately rose in defense, but a hunched old woman shushed them away. She guided me to a rough-hewn bench. I sat in the brisk night air, chest heaving, lungs still gasping for breath as the crone examined my scratched torso, the gouges left upon my arm by the beast’s maw.

Heavy drapes at the rear of a nearby caravan parted. Concealed behind a voile sheath loomed a tourmaline eyed creature of exquisite beauty. She held my gaze for but a moment before her eyes crept down toward my bare chest and further still to the ruined forearm. The old gypsy woman tending my torn flesh immediately bowed her head and began to back away.

As the black veil unfurled, I saw the illusion for what it was; the alluring countenance of the creature’s face belied the grotesque malformation of its body. A withered arm snaked its way forward, grasping the rail along the stairs in its elongated hand. The exposed flesh covering it resembled nothing more than flaking mica. The body that followed was near indescribable. Multiple legs, in varying size and stage of abortion, dangled beneath the tattered rag it wore around its distorted midsection. One hip jutted upward and away from its body while its engorged abdomen bucked in sway with something yet unseen. I tried to avert my eyes, to look away from this aberration, but fear and revulsion would not allow it.

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A Slithering Offer by Lee A. Forman on @PenoftheDamned @LeeAndrewForman

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A Slithering Offer

by Lee A. Forman

My body and soul—the feast on which it would satisfy its cold, unbiased nature. It would make me a brittle husk in no less than six months. I contemplated the Kevorkian way, but could never garnish the result with enough good reason to commit suicide. Besides, I didn’t want to die.

I received the news only three weeks ago. Considering the good doctor’s estimate, it was a significant portion of my remaining life. But not enough time to come to terms. Fantasies of futures never to come, crushed repeatedly by the forceful hammer of reality. The dreamer could dream, but ultimately his awakening was inevitable.

I wondered how I’d face the reaper alone. Would I possess the courage? Without Eileen’s warm touch, without her kind words, I was devoid of human nourishment. My inner-self was bad company.

Our marriage had once been a vibrant green leaf on a tree, swaying gently in the breeze, taking in the sun’s light. I played the parts of autumn and winter; the leaf fell, all color disappeared, and its surface became pockmarked with decay.

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Unfortunate Legacy, by Jon Olson on @PenoftheDamned @JonOlsonAuthor

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Unfortunate Legacy

by Jon Olson

The demon stood in the snow.

Fergus saw it standing in the knee-deep powder through the small window of his front door.

“Don’t try to do too much out there,” his wife Nancy called from the kitchen. “Just take your time.”

“I won’t, don’t worry,” he answered distractedly.

“Amber might join you out there in a little bit if that’s okay.”

Fergus could hear his daughter playing upstairs and nodded.

With his winter jacket, boots and gloves already on, Fergus pulled his toque down over his ears and with a deep breath opened the front door.

It wasn’t very cold although the wind packed a sharp bite as Fergus grabbed the shovel leaning against the house. Ignoring the demon, he began tossing snow from the driveway onto his lawn.

Not much time had elapsed when a burning sensation erupted in his chest.  Damn acid reflux.

The demon spoke. “It hurts, doesn’t it?”

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HorrorAddicts.net Press presents…Clockwork Wonderland – An Anthology @EmzBox

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HorrorAddicts.net Press presents…
Clockwork Wonderland

Clockwork Wonderland contains stories from authors that see Wonderland as a place of horror where anything can happen and time runs amok. In this book you’ll find tales of murderous clockworks, insane creations, serial killers, zombies, and a blood thirsty jabberclocky. Prepare to see Wonderland as a place where all your worst nightmares come true. You may never look at classic children’s literature the same way again.

Edited by Emerian Rich
Cover by Carmen Masloski
Featuring authors:

Trinity Adler
Ezra Barany
Jaap Boekestein
Dustin Coffman
Stephanie Ellis
Jonathan Fortin
Laurel Anne Hill
N. McGuire
Jeremy Megargee
James Pyne
Michele Roger
H.E. Roulo
Sumiko Saulson
K.L. Wallis

Foreword by David Watson

 

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Behind the Scenes on Anderson Wake – Cast, Crew and Production Stills @DemonAuthor

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Behind the scenes on the short film, Anderson Wake
written and directed by Dan Dillard.

Anderson Wake goes home to settle his mother’s estate and reasons behind their rocky relationship. The answers he finds will haunt him for the rest of his life.

 

The Cast:

Hauke Bahr – Anderson Wake

Ever since he saw his first movie in the movie theater at the age of 8 – Disney’s “The Black Cauldron” – Hauke fell in love with movies and knew he wanted to be on the silver screen some day. It only took him a measly 25 years to get serious about it and pursue his passion of acting. In 2012, he landed his first small gig in a car commercial in Los Angeles. He then moved to Germany for a few months, where he guest starred in an episode of a daytime TV soap opera. In 2013, life took him back to the United States, this time to Bloomington, Indiana. Since then, he has starred in several independent productions and commercials all over the Midwest, steadily building his portfolio and regional presence.

 

Gabrielle Bousum – Georgia Wake

Gabrielle Bousum has been in love with acting since she was a child.  Between plays at school and writing/performing her own plays for her parents–which she really appreciates them tolerating–she found a love for the arts that became a passion and obsession throughout the years.  She quit acting for a few years because she was told “she needed to get her head out of the clouds.”  She has tried a million jobs but always came back to the thing that made her heart beat faster. She couldn’t be happier that she told the negative people to get out of her way and really decided to go for it.

Annalese Poorman – Ruth Wake

A daughter of fine artist parents in northern Indiana, Annalese moved to Bloomington, Indiana as a young woman to study photography and journalism at Indiana University. With her degree in photojournalism, she worked many years as the chief photographer for IU.

She then started her own business, Poorman Photo, shooting portraits, events and scenes for many different publications and slideshow productions. Her great love of travel, and a British travel-embracing husband, took her many places in the world, capturing artistic images around the globe, keeping her fine arts background alive.

Raising two beautiful children has been the highlight of Annalese’s life, and not quite an empty nester, but close, she now takes time to revive a long-standing passion for acting AND holistic healthcare.

Now, Annalese works on BOTH sides of the camera, shooting still pictures, and is acting in films and commercials.

And after a long career as photographer and mom, she is once again a student, pursuing a healthcare degree while also student teaching in Anatomy & Physiology at the Bloomington Ivy Tech college.

Additionally, being the anchor person for Bloomington Community Access Television, delivering the weekly community news is a real focal point to feeling part of her local Bloomington life.

And introducing Ben Allender as Young Anderson Wake and G. Hooie as A.J.

Production Stills 

 

Behind the Scenes with the Cast & Crew 

 

Anderson Wake, a short #film written and directed by Dan Dillard @DemonAuthor

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DEADLIGHT FILMS ™ presents

Anderson Wake

Anderson Wake follows its namesake as he returns to his childhood home after his mother’s death. Anderson is looking for answers to questions about his upbringing, why he was shut out by his own mother, and clues about his father who he never knew.

Shot in Bloomington, Indiana over five non-consecutive days in the fall of 2016, the film was a volunteer project written and directed by Dan Dillard with cinematography by Brett Pittman. It stars Hauke Bahr in the title role. Gabrielle Bousum and Annalese Poorman play the supporting roles of Anderson’s wife and mother, respectfully, and Ben Allender and G. Hooie make their debuts. Musical score was composed and performed by Josh Beck and Sean Campbell. All cast and crew are Indiana residents.

 


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