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Ninja
The warrior waits. . . Waits for his war. . . Waits for his enemy. . . Waits for someone to test his blade. . . A fear I have is that of the unfulfilled purpose. Living my life, whether it be long or cut short, I fear dedicating my life to an endeavor that…
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It Goes on All Fours
When I was in high school in Southern California, I made friends with brothers who recently moved to town from Gallup, New Mexico. At one point, they told me a story about driving in the desert at night near Gallup. They saw a coyote-like animal come out of the bush and run alongside the car.…
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More Monsters from Texas
I’m back with a few more interesting monsters from the great state of Texas. Ottine Swamp Thing East of San Antonio is the Ottine Wetlands. They are a relict ecosystem believed to be 12,000 years old. And in case you’re wondering, a relict ecosystem is a particular habitat that exists in geographic isolation from an…
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THE DEVIL WENT DOWN TO CAROLINA
I decided to hop on the ‘haunted homelands’ bandwagon this time around, as several other posters did before me. My subject is the U.S. state of North Carolina. Although I no longer live there, it’s a special place to me. I still visit there occasionally, mostly at towns on the islands of the Outer Banks,…
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Mike Flanagan, Pick My Book!
Mike Flanagan, choose my book to adapt and turn into a miniseries! Oh wait, I forgot to include the supplication in that sentence. Mike Flanagan, please choose my book! I daresay that seeing your book adapted into a movie, miniseries, or TV series is a dream of the overwhelming majority of authors, no matter the…
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Horror vs Picture Books (or Good vs Evil)

When my old friend Jack Tyler invited me to join Threads That Bind, I hesitated. The truth is, it’s been a while since I’ve written horror. My writing career began with dark fantasy, dark steampunk, and gothic horror. I later edited the dreadpunk anthologies DeadSteam and DeadSteam II, contributing short stories to each. But since…
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Repulsive
Horror has no boundaries. Most times, horror takes the form of ghosts, an unsolved murder, or even a possessed nun. In this case my idea of horror is an infant left helplessly in the glare of Chernobyl, the blast of a nuke, some form of radiation or infection that gives rise to this three-headed monster.…