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Post by weirdmonger on Dec 8, 2023 20:04:09 GMT
This has been an enormous shock to me. I had not met up with Mark for some years, but we were friends in the late 1980s / early 1990s, in the South London area, often meeting up in various pubs along with two or three others. He was very young then. I shall write something more substantial in due course after processing this very very sad news. RIP Mark. EDIT (9/12/23): My reflections on the sad passing of Mark Samuels… dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/2023/12/09/mark-samuels-rip/
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Post by weirdmonger on Nov 22, 2023 18:09:06 GMT
Loved listening to Radio Sutch in the 1960s.
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Post by weirdmonger on Nov 16, 2023 10:20:22 GMT
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Post by weirdmonger on Oct 19, 2023 17:01:43 GMT
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Post by weirdmonger on Oct 10, 2023 16:13:03 GMT
If anyone is interested in reading for free a helluva lot of new D.F. Lewis fiction miniatures that I was suddenly inspired to write after a long fallow period, you can pick from the links here! - dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/2023/09/28/mansions-as-miniatures/Loosely connected in order. But can be read separately at random. Please forgive this unforgivable self-advertisement. Please delete this post if it cannot be forgiven.
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Post by weirdmonger on Aug 25, 2023 23:58:51 GMT
There seems to be a healthy market for flash fiction, which many of these could be classed as. I wonder if there are any magazines that deal in horror/ghost flash fiction. There are a few, both online and on paper. Also some publishers put out submission calls for books of flash fiction with horror/ghost themes from time to time - the second person, present tense anthologies from Bag of Bones Press that I mentioned in the "Writing Techniques" thread are an example. In both cases you can be alerted to them either by trawling Facetwit or regularly checking out websites that collate submission calls. A good one is HorrorTree (though it's demand that you resubmit your cookie choices every single time you load a new page to force you to give in and agree to accept them all is a right royal asspain...). My recent spate of ghost stories can be read separately as flash fiction, but also connected as an evolving novella or novel.
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Post by weirdmonger on Aug 25, 2023 10:20:49 GMT
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Post by weirdmonger on Aug 20, 2023 17:17:54 GMT
Indeed, especially when the word ‘gunslinger’ can be made from the letters of that quotation. Were it anyone else I would say "coincidence"! I was trying to match my irony to your sarcasm.
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Post by weirdmonger on Aug 19, 2023 22:39:34 GMT
“There was a ring of black standing-stones which looked like some sort of surreal animal-trap in the moonlight.”— STEPHEN KING What a poet! Indeed, especially when the word ‘gunslinger’ can be made from the letters of that quotation.
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Post by weirdmonger on Aug 19, 2023 16:06:35 GMT
“There was a ring of black standing-stones which looked like some sort of surreal animal-trap in the moonlight.” — STEPHEN KING
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Post by weirdmonger on Aug 15, 2023 13:41:48 GMT
I hope it is OK to link, on this thread, to some brief ghost stories just written by myself in last few days, in case anyone might enjoy them. I mainly review books these days, after some success in the 1990s with some of my own fiction work in several Best of Horror anthologies, and the Weirdmonger book etc. etc. Please delete this post if not OK. The one written today is a sequel to my ‘Digory Smalls’ story in 1989. etepsed.wordpress.com/new-dfl-ghost-stories-commenced-in-later-2023/Pic by Aye Eye
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Post by weirdmonger on Aug 8, 2023 17:02:25 GMT
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Post by weirdmonger on Aug 3, 2023 15:50:05 GMT
THE PHANTOM 'RICKSHAW & other EERIE TALES THEY by Rudyard Kipling“I have never seen the faces of my dead in any dream,” I answered. “Then it must be as bad as being blind.”’ This wonderfully hidden-in-plain-sight, oblique, but not opaque, story is a blend of Walter de la Mare stories as blessed with a gentle kiss for the reader’s hand by much of the English ghost story tradition, as its narrator loses his way in his car near the Sussex downs and finds this large house and a blind woman (“…but we blindies have only one skin, I think”) and the children in the house and grounds … and twice again the narrator does this act of getting lost there. Indeed, his car breaks down “In fifty different ways. Only mine has chosen the fifty first.” Foiled by events (“It was a long afternoon crowded with mad episodes that rose and dissolved like the dust of our wheels; cross-sections of remote and incomprehensible lives through which we raced at right angles;”) in the vicinity of the house, events such as a local child’s sickness and crude business tally-sticks and even speaking the N word to make the story shrink in plain sight instead of merely hiding in it. But that takes little account of the ‘colours’ the blind woman sees. “….distorting afresh the distorted shadows, […] She stretched out her arms to the shadows and the shadows within the shadow.”
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Post by weirdmonger on Aug 1, 2023 18:34:41 GMT
Just reviewed Metcalfe’s THE FEASTING DEAD at above link. Wow!
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Post by weirdmonger on Jul 28, 2023 17:09:11 GMT
A cover I once assumed to be an illustration of my story in it!
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