Love splatter horror?
Seriously, what are you waiting for? 😉
Love splatter horror?
Seriously, what are you waiting for? 😉
Good news for fans of splatter horror! Our editor, Fox Emm came up with this awesome idea!
At January 1 (8am EST) to Jan 2 (8am EST) Bad Neighborhood will be a jaw dropping $0.99 That’s an 81% discount!
January 2 (8am EST) to January 4, 8am EST the book will be $1.99.
Thank you and Happy New Year!! ❤
Hi! The paperback version of Bad Neighborhood is now available on Amazon. 🙂
This splatterpunk anthology is for extreme horror fans. It includes a reprint of my story, “Hitchhiker”.
“It’s a little too extreme for our tastes…”
For writers of Splatter Horror getting stuff like this from editors can be really depressing. I’m a fan of extreme horror myself. I love reading the works of Jack Ketchum, Clive Barker, Poppy Z. Brite, Edward Lee, Joe Lansdale… I’m not turned off by gore, as long as it’s done right. This is why I got really excited when I saw the open call for a Splatterpunk anthology by editor and blogger, Fox Emm. A reprint of my story, “Hitchhiker” will be appearing in this collection.
Kindly support our Kickstarter Project. You can choose among a variety of package options. You can be the proud owner of Original Horror Artwork, or own a signed copy of the book, or have your name mentioned in the book, etc.
More info here: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/fox-emm/bad-neighborhood-an-extreme-horror-anthology
Bad Neighborhood by Spooky Words Press is a themed anthology for extreme horror fans. In this chilling horror collection, 29 writers and poets have come together to share tales of the grotesque, the supernatural, and more. Their words will pluck you from your comfort zone and leave you for dead, or worse. Have you ever considered where evil bides its time when it’s not outside your door? What disturbing locale could make it feel safe? We’ve all heard that home is where the heart is, but alas, that heart is sometimes racing… We hope you live in a good neighborhood.
Release Date: Early December, 2015
John L. Davis IV
Kathryn M. Hearst
Matthew J. Hockey
Adam S. House
Riley J. Pierce
Donald Jacob Uitflug
Hey! 🙂 Floppy Shoes Apocalypse, with my story “They Died Laughing” is free on Amazon (this weekend only) 🙂
It’s currently sitting on the #1 spot of the free Best Sellers list in Horror Anthologies. Yay!
Floppy Shoes Apocalypse consists of several of the finest, most unique, and most extreme clown horror. Greasepaint and gore… sick sexual fetishes and silly shoes… crazy circus acts and a little bit of cannibalism too! Certainly not for the coulrophobic! 😉
PS It would really mean a lot to me and to my fellow authors if you could write a review for the book. Thanks! xx
COMING THIS MARCH!!
You stir early, removing your head from the beaten pillow. Your home is silent. The familiar, everyday noises that introduce you to the beautiful morning are absent. The dog barking, the neighbour’s irritating car alarm, the flush of the toilet – all missing. After stumbling down your hallway, stepping into your slippers and avoiding the rug that always attempts to break your neck, you open the front door, adjust your eyes, yawn and…
The world before you is chaos, mayhem, absolute anarchy. No…it’s an apocalypse. A zombie apocalypse, where the living dead rule and humans are a tasty, but pesky afterthought. You look to your left and see a group of the undead. Your dog is massacred, mercilessly shredded between them like a sloppy, gore soaked entrée. Their eyes lock onto you. You’re dessert. You gulp, piss your pants, panic…what do you do?
From JEA Wetworks comes Undead Legacy, an anthology of undead horror. Featuring 23 stories and poems from some of the best writers in the genre today. Whatever your view on the undead – modern, old school, classic, fast, slow – there’s something for everyone in Undead Legacy. With two very special forewords from Terry M. West and Richard Laymon artwork aficionado Steve Crisp, Undead Legacy looks to cement its place in horror literature for years to come.
After all, a Legacy is timeless…
edited by Stuart Keane and Scott Essel Pratt
Cover art by Mark Kelly
with my zombie tale and stories by brilliant authors Roger Cowin, Magenta Nero, T.s. Woolard, Doug Rinaldi, Dona Fox, Anthony Crowley, Lori R. Lopez, Kent Hill, and many more.
UNDEAD LEGACY isn’t your regular zombie book. This collection is sure to deliver several of the most original takes on the walking dead.
New from J. Ellington Ashton Press and Wet Works: EXTREME CLOWN HORROR AT ITS BEST! I’m very proud to have a story in this anthology.
What happens when a man finds out mid-fuck that his wife had caught the Clown Clap? Find out in my story, “They Died Laughing”.
I’ve read the book and I can honestly say that it blew me away.
Jim Goforth’s character, the Mangler is guaranteed to give you nightmares and Dona Fox’s story will definitely touch your smokin’ cotton candy heart. In T.S. Woolard’s story, the damn clowns are everywhere! Lose yourself in Magenta Nero’s frightening yet fabulous Temple of Clowns… Meet Lisa Dabrowski’s the Clownfather, Essel Pratt’s Yolo, Stuart Keane’s Bobollocks and many other colorful and demented characters! Roger Cowin couldn’t have said it better: The Clownpocalypse has begun.
Edited by Alex S. Johnson and John Ledger, with introduction by professional clown and author Magan “Lovey” Rodriguez
with original stories from Mary Genevieve Fortier, Thomas M. Malarfina, Jeff O’Brien, Michael Fisher, Essel Pratt, Lisa Dabrowski, Sebomai Thaumiel, Dona Fox, K.Z. Morano, Stuart Keane, Magenta Nero, T.S. Woolard, Kent Hill, Kyle M. Scott, Aaron Besson, Jim Goforth, and Roger Cowin
By K.Z. Morano
The cellar door is a wound, a break on the earth’s skin. It is a gash in the ground where malignant thoughts trickle like blood into the cesspit of my filthy brain. The cellar door is a mouth… the wooden lips of a whore whispering obscenities into my ear, sticking her spectral tongue into my acoustic tunnels and to the roof of my skull to caress murderous designs into being.
She tells me what she wants me to do.
She tells me what I want to do.
She speaks to me even with her lips tightly shut, bolted with heavy metal.
The cellar door is hungry. And her cries follow me even to my sleep, soft fragmented sobs that swell into angry screams as midnight approaches and the moon’s fat face pales from the anticipated terror.
I try to fight her, I swear, every single time.
But then there’s the scratch… the sound of sharp fingernails raking against the door, creating deep cuts into the sensitive sheath of my sanity.
Feed me, she says.
I can hear the seismic growling of her empty belly, persistently reminding me of my duty. I walk towards the door… that other door. I turn the knob cautiously as if the monster were on the other side. The rusty joints creak to reveal the sacrificial lambs, their eyes floating towards me, terror blanching their faces.
I have learned to ignore their fright. It is merely a job that must be done. I pick one, a little boy, this time. As I free him from his shackles, a tiny whimper of protest issues forth from dry cracked lips. But he comes with me, nevertheless, the beautiful bleatless baby sheep, with his skin smooth and tight over his fragile skeleton.
I take him to the kitchen where I carve off that skin. I do it with a blank face, with studied precision. Then I stare into my work—that amorphous figure of glistening pink flesh. Peeled of all pretensions, he is nothing but meat—a sexless, lifeless substance, her evening meal. I take his flayed body outside where stars always over-sprinkle the sky… falsely festive, my co-conspirators, for they have witnessed me doing this for years and years.
I unlock the cellar door, cautiously, reverently. Now that her lips are parted, I can hear her voice more clearly, murmurous sounds of pleasure sliding back and forth in her muddy throat. Her malodorous breath reaches my nose—the smell of the earth’s intestines, the stench of digested matter, of pulped flesh, of decaying bodies.
The meat sticks to my flesh, clings to me as if seeking protection. I drop it into the cellar door, into that gaping mouth and into that throat… that tunnel stretching into eternity. It may take a while to satisfy her. Yes, it may take a very long time. And I have devoted my entire life simply for that purpose. I replace the locks on her lips… those wooden cellar lips, knowing that she’ll be quiet, pacified for now.
Often, I wonder what would come of this, sure that someday, they—all the children that I have fed her—will return, resplendent in their new skin. Will they come for me then? Will they be grateful? Or will they exact their vengeance? Only time will tell.
How long, I wonder, will the locks be able to hold the door?
How long before they come crawling out of her pestilential hole?
My sleep becomes plagued with all these thoughts, my pillows always bloody like butchered sheep. I wash my hands often, over and over, until they are raw. Right now, there is only one thing I know. I serve that voice in my head… the voice of whatever unutterable monstrosity that dwells beneath the cellar door.
Copyright: © 2013 K.Z. Morano
Note: First appeared in Cellar Door Volume II: Words of Beauty, Tales of Terror, JWK Fiction, December 2013 and
Reprinted in Best of Horror 2013, JWK Fiction, August 2014
Sooo… 10 days until Halloween and it just occurred to me that I don’t have any scary stories coming out this month! 😦 However, some of my stories will be appearing in various anthologies in November, December, and of course, early 2015. I’ve been receiving some invitations to write for various anthos and the themes are just so sooo awesome that I find it hard to resist! 🙂 In the meantime, I hope you enjoy some of my previously published pieces. The rights have reverted back to me so I can now post them here on my blog for everyone to read. Thanks for reading the story! 😉 xoxo
Just a quick note: You can now purchase 100 Nightmares (epub version) on Google play!
If you haven’t read it yet, now is a great time to grab a copy. 😉 Tell your friends.
And reviews are always greatly appreciated.