Hitchhiker

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PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Roger Bultot

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Roger Bultot

Hitchhiker

“Ran away?” the driver asked.

I wanted to tell him to fuck off but he was kind enough to give me a ride.

I nodded.

“Have you found salvation?” he asked. The speedometer quivered to ninety-five.

“What the fuck…” I reached for the door but his heavy fist collided with my jaw.

“It’s alright, son.” His eyes were vulturine, burning with zeal as he blabbered something about the Lord and lost sheep. “I’ve come to take you home…”

Then I noticed the rosary made of fine hair and deciduous teeth and a shiny plastic crucifix dangling from the rearview mirror.

Vote for 100 NIGHTMARES!

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Hi guys! So, um, I need your help… There’s this book cover contest at AuthorsDB and could you please please please vote for 100 Nightmares?

All you need to do is to go to this page http://authorsdb.com/books/2014-book-cover-contest/horror-2014 and click on the 5 stars under the 100 Nightmares cover!

You don’t need to register/log in or whatever. Simple.

But if you’re an Indie author with a book to promote, it would definitely be a great idea to join the directory too. :)

Thanks a lot!! I appreciate it. xo

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Author Interview at THE INDIE VIEW

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Hi everyone! Read my latest author interview at THE INDIE VIEW

http://www.theindieview.com/2014/08/14/indieview-with-k-z-morano-author-of-100-nightmares/

We talked about my struggles in writing 100 Nightmares, where I got the idea for the book, and why I decided to go Indie. :)

THE INDIE VIEW is a real gem. Check it out! It’s a very useful site for indie authors, readers and book reviewers.

xo

Words and Whispers

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PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

He rarely left that desk.

For years, he ensorcelled the public with haunting stories spawned from his imagination yet refused to bask in the brilliance of his fame.

Some dismissed it as cheap tactic, speculating that there was no single mysterious author but a group of ghost writers.

Fans camped outside his fortress. The media met only with agents of glib tongues and swollen pockets.

They said he answered to disembodied whispers.

His last words were jumbled letters carved into the ancient desk, engraved into emaciated flesh…

Indecipherable, except for the words: “Free us” penned shakily in sick, diluted blood.

Visitors

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PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright-Björn Rudberg

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright-Björn Rudberg

Beneath the aching moon, she sighs
as I read the poetry of her thighs…
Fingernail tracing syllables,
I tap on her fragile spot
and the veins beneath her skin become visible
like cracks on glass.
Once severed, they’re like moist lips, gaping, sputtering…
as if dying to say something.

I peel her body from the floor.
Her head adorns the door
like a grotesque knocker,
mouth agape in a perpetual roar,
as if to ward off visitors.

Still, they come pouring in,
intrigued by my chalk-white skin
and the euphoric sting…
Lonely, desperate souls
gutting the night with their screams.

JWK Fiction Best of Horror 2013

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Now available on Amazon!

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JWK Fiction Best of Horror 2013

This is a collection of the very best horror fiction and poetry published from anthologies and collections in 2013. Including my story, Wooden Lips from Cellar Door Volume II: Words of Beauty, Tales of Terror

FRESH FEAR

Scathe meic Beorh God of the Winds
Anna Taborska Out of the Light

SERIAL KILLERS ITERUM

Paula D. Ashe The Mother of All Monsters
William Cook Return of the Creep

GRAVE ROBBERS

James S. Dorr The Sidewalk
Chantal Noordeloos Angel’s Grave

HELL

Paula Ashe Because You Watched
A Henry Keene Justine

SONGS FOR THE RAVEN

Julienne Lee The Gate
Paula Ashe Bereft

CHILDREN & OTHER WICKED THINGS
Pinprick Scathe meic Beorh

RICH ORTH POETRY GIRLS

Facsimiles! To My LoraLee
Wisping Words! 10/04/12 11:07pm

SEX DRUGS & HORROR

K. Trap Jones Chalk
Michael Lindquist Ashtray Kiss

BARNYARD HORROR

Greg McWhorter The Horror at Engle Farm
Kerry G. S. Lipp Misery

ROGER COWIN SUCCULENT FLESH

BELLA

SERIAL KILLERS TRES TRIA

Glenn Rolfe The Neighbor
Mike Jansen Brood Carnival

INDIANA CRIME REVIEW 2013

William J Fedigan Happy as Cotton Candy
Greg McWhorter The Twilight of Men’s Lives

BONES

Lily Childs The Ossillatrice Shift
Philip Harris The Bone Boy

CELLAR DOOR

Michael Randolph Luminescence
T. Fox Dunham Moving Past the Ashes

UGLY BABIES

Dan Dillard Henrietta’s Skirt
Essel Pratt Immaculate Deception

INDIANA HORROR REVIEW 2013

A. Henry Keene Delores
Glenn Rolfe In the Basement of the Amazing Alex Cucumber

CELLAR DOOR II

Dona Fox The Door
Dona Fox Me and My . . .
Dona Fox Magur
Dona Fox The Wonder Cave
K. Z. Morano Wooden Lips

Check it out! :) xo

Interview at Festivale Magazine

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Festivale is an arts and entertainment magazine from Melbourne, Australia. Festivale aims to encourage and support local and international artists and writers and promote interest in Melbourne and Victoria. The page contains movie reviews, info on upcoming films, as well as interviews of various great authors from George R. R. Martin and Anne McCaffrey to unknown indie writers such as… well, K.Z. Morano. :)

Check out my interview here http://www.festivale.info/questions/kz_morano2.htm

Magazine editor Ali Kayn asked a few fun and quirky questions! Find out about my favorite authors and TV series, what I would like to achieve from my work and why you should avoid getting stuck in an elevator with me. ;)

xo

Bento

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PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

“Honey, I brought sushi.”

She picked a juicy morsel with her bare fingers.

Dinner was fresh as our relationship was stale.

“Really, honey, you ought to learn how to use chopsticks.”

Threads of saliva and meat juice dribbled down her chin.

“Fuck’s sake, Judy, you’re acting like a beast!”

“You’re ashamed of me? Is that it?” she growled, her expression savage.

We stared at our dinner…

The organs sat neatly inside the ripped torso… like a nice bento box.

I handed her a napkin. “We’ll dine out tomorrow. Promise.”

Finally, she smiled, strands of Japanese flesh dangling between her teeth.

Hi everyone! I’m late… again. :) Well, as I mentioned in a previous post, our city was affected by the typhoon and we have no electricity for at least 1 week. But though my time on the PC is extremely limited
(thank God for diesel generators! lol), I’m glad that I didn’t miss this week’s challenge. :) Well, stay safe and tc. xo