1) Letter from the Editor
Seems that we are living out our own little horror story
here in the real world. Somebody, or some dark thing
has stolen our warm weather. It looks like summer is
never going to get here. I'm here in my basement with
the heater on trying to keep the chill out of the air and
the ice off of the floor. The news seems to bear out
that I'm not the only one with this problem.
2) Mything Link
Myths and legends are the stuff of horror stories.
From vampires and werewolves to the burned man in the
sweater who will kills you in your dreams. Even when
they are not the composition of the story itself they can
be strong elements that add flavour, depth, and a sense of
history. Myths and legends in horror represent a
sense of the known that is every bit as scary as the
3) Horror Movie Franchise Discussion #5
In 1968 George A. Romero created an unliving behemoth of a
horror icon, Night of the Living Dead. It stirred up
a hornet's nest of controversy and got many people in an
uproar. It was brutal, it was vicious, it was
gruesome, and it sacred a lot of people witless. It
was bound to be great. By the nature of being
controversial it would gather a loyal following. It
was maybe the first real cult classic although obviously
it became a mainstream hit and is now one the shining
examples of the genre.
4) Will-o'-the-Wisp (Conclusion)
Jenny clasped Leonard's hand as they strolled down the
street in the big city. The sky overhead was a bright
dun coloured reflection of street upon street of arc
sodium streetlights. The clouds seemed to soak in the
light until they were saturated and they glowed with their
own shine well away from the city. On Earth the
streetlights cast everything in shades of brown and orange
corresponding to shadow to light. The world was
5) Building the Perfect Date
Warning: May be unsuitable for some readers. This
story contains graphic sexual scenes and coarse language.
Reader Discretion is Advised.
Dust motes drifted through the air in the shaft of sunlight
coming through a hole in the curtains. The sun
outside was beginning to sink toward the horizon finally.
When George came in the air seemed to be almost a
tangible thing, thick and tinged with gold. Where it
fell, things seemed flat yet vibrant. Inside the musty
garage, heady with the smell of oil and gasoline, the ray of
light seemed like a terrible invader, a spy watching
everything that he did. He watched it over his
shoulder. He waited for it to change direction or
move too quickly. The work was making him nervous and
the rogue light was only heightening the tension.
6) Review: The Gift
The Gift is a superbly directed ensemble cast film from
Billy-Bob Thorton and helmed by Sam Raimi (Evil Dead,
Darkman, Spider-man) who never seems to fail to make
quality films. The story revolves around a woman
going missing and a card reader who has psychic visions
related to the event. Things are further complicated
by a vindictive and belligerent wife-beater who takes
offence to the psychic, and a less than stable young man
who seeks her aid from a problem he cannot explain.
7) Review: Nightbane RPG
Nightbane is a present day to near future horror game
presented by the exceptional folks at Palladium Book.
The game revolves around a global event known as
Dark Day where the sun did not rise anywhere for an entire
twenty-four hours. During that time an opening was
made between our dimension and a dark counterpart ruled by
magical beings of immense power called the Night Lords.
Also people at random around the globe turned into
shape-changing monsters that reflected their brightest
dreams or their darkest nightmares.
8) The Lizard of Hallucination Part 5
He was going to grab the lizard and throttle it, end this
nightmare right here and now. The lizard looked right
up at him and he held it's golden gaze even as his hands
began moving. It stuck its pink tongue out at him
like a snake although it wasn't forked. With an inch
to go to grabbing the thing there was a loud banging at the
apartment door. Paul screamed and threw his arms up
in the air. The lizard, quick as lightning darted
over his leg and disappeared over the side of the bed.
9) Writing in the Dark #5
I write in the dark both literally and figuratively.
I live in the dark much the same. Each is part
by choice and each is part by circumstance. We all
live in a world of darkness. Sometimes though the
dark needs a little help. When creating a piece of
horror fiction not everything turns out the first try.
There can be cracks of light all over in the wrong
places. That is where one of the mightiest of
monsters steps in, Revise-o, err, Revision.