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I was planning on doing a video today for the Daily Grind, but this new lap top and me are just not meshing well, so, videos will have to wait until I work it out. I guess it’s a throw back to when I was writing full time for Fear In Fear Magazine as it helped…
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Back when I was really hitting my stride while writing for Fear In Fear Magazine, I was introduced to an artist who had contacted the magazine due to being inspired by a few of my stories, his name was Gareth Wilkinson, we struck up a friendship instantly, and from that point on every story I…
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My lack of human company has created a black void around my life, one that seems to suck many things into it, and, every once in a while, strange things occur around the house. I know, this sounds like the start of a story, but as this seems an outlet for my life at the…
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I remember the day we were told Fear In Fear Magazine was mo more, I was sitting in a Sydney coffee shop with good friend and fellow writer Sam Melton. We were both more than surprised, we were shattered. Three days later, after a phone conversation I still to this day can’t remember, Sam took…
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Yesterday I talked about dreams, and how they inspire the stories that slip out of ones mind and onto the paper in front of you. Today, I want to touch a little on how another’s work can inspire. I know I mentioned fan fiction the other day, but this is deeper than mer fan fiction,…
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Do your dreams have a way of weaving their way into your stories? It’s a silly question I know, as an author I know a lot of my dreams turn up in some form in my stories, In fact some even push through so powerfully that the dreams force the story to be created. Where…
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Hello dear readers, Marty here, it’s been almost 24 hours since I took control of the blog, and as you can see, I have changed the name, but kept the posts running as they were when Matthew had control. I know you’re asking why, I myself asked that same question, but the reason is a…
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I don’t know when I first noticed it, the coldness, outside the air was warm, beautiful in fact, I could’ve stripped down to nothing, and still felt like I had too many clothes on, but, inside the house, it was cold, and I mean dead cold. Nothing I could do would make it anymore than…
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“Damn it Damien, let them go, they’re innocent!” “Never, no one is innocent, everyone of these fucks has sin on their souls, and they’ll all pay the price, so is my word, so, it shall be!” He says, gripping the blade tightly as he slashes it into the air violently, coming to a stop in…
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“You have to trust me,” he says, as he stares into her hopeless eyes, she nods her head, biting into her lip as she does. “With everything I have,” she says. He smiles, “Good, because, what we’re about to do, requires you to do exactly what I say, when I say it. You can’t stop…
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“You seriously brought this piece of shit from there?” He says, holding up the unusual looking goblet, the rim of it cracked and chipped, the base, the same. “Fuck, it won’t even hold any liquid in it, how much did you pay?” “Two hundred,” she says quickly. He looks up at her, his eyes wide…
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“What is, what is,” she says proudly, standing over the bloody and beaten man, who kneels before her. “P-Please, Aurora, can’t you see what you’ve become? There’s st-still time, we, we can still sa-save them,” he says weakly. “Don’t be a fool brother, it’s over. I’ve chosen my alliance, and, we have been victorious. Why…
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I met her by accident, well, okay, that’s not entirely true. I did mean to met her, but I didn’t go THERE to meet her, it happened. I guess you want some understanding, sure, I can see how that makes sense, so, let me start at the beginning, or, better yet, let’s start it from…
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It was hell waiting for the results, I knew everything would be okay, well, I hoped it would, one slip up is nothing right? When the doctor came into the room, the look on his face made my bladder lose control of itself for a few moments. He ran a sweaty hand through what little…
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“Three years, three fucking years and not a fucking word, nothing. And now, you come here, to my home, and expect me to give you money. Well, I won’t do it Conrad, I just won’t!” “You completely miss-understand where I’m coming from Mortimer. I’m not giving you a choice in matter, this is not a…
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“A fragile heart, is an easy thing to break. I give you fair warning, it won’t be as simple as you think to win him over.” “I’m well aware there’s more than one way to a man’s heart, not just through his rib cage,” she says with an evil smile. He grabs her, and they…
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“Powerful stuff, I like how it twists and turns its way through reality, quite a clever concept, it could really work in a weekly episode format,” Jacob says as he looks up from the tablet at Suzan, she leans back in her chair, looking up at the ceiling with a smile on her face. “I…
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“You’re kidding me?” He says as he rolls around on the bed, the phone pressed firmly to his ear. “Why would I kid you? It’s true, it’s everywhere. God I can’t believe you haven’t heard, it’s like all over the news and social media, haven’t you seen any of it?” She says with a giggle.…
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Inspiration again from another of Yazgar’s drawings for Inktober and Drawlloween, you can go HERE to see the awesome picture, and then, read the story. I promise, no clown’s this time. “So what, you think it’s him?” “We’ll know more once we get the fabric carbon tested, but, I think we’ve found him,” he…
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Twenty seven years on the outside, twenty seven years of living a life on borrowed time, the headlights flash past me and I shield my eyes, I know, too much description? Well, I’m not paying you to read this so why don’t you just piss off if it’s not working for you. The car comes…