The Horror Writers Association has announced the final ballot for the 2014 Bram Stoker Awards®. We at Nameless Digest are absolutely thrilled to see our own Cycatrix Press anthology, A Darke Phantastique, among many other fine contenders, as well as editor Jason V Brock’s nonfiction book, Disorders of Magnitude (Rowman & Littlefield), and managing editor S. T. Joshi’s Lovecraft and… Continue reading Final Ballot Announced for 2015 Bram Stoker Awards®
The Horror Writers Association has announced the preliminary ballot for the 2014 Bram Stoker Awards®. We at Nameless Digest are proud to see our own Cycatrix Press anthology, A Darke Phantastique, among many other fine contenders, as well as editor Jason V Brock’s nonfiction book, Disorders of Magnitude (Rowman & Littlefield), and managing editor S. T. Joshi’s Lovecraft… Continue reading Preliminary Ballot Announced for the 2014 Bram Stoker Awards®
“The first time it happened was with a penny. Kedger picked it up off a sidewalk and Lincoln started chatting away. Not right off the bat, of course; he moved his mouth around a little, smacked his lips a few times as though getting the taste of copper off his tongue, and when he finally made noise it wasn’t much more than a stutter.
‘Y,’ he said. ‘Buh. Ih. I don’t—I don’t belong to you.'”
“He sees her on the TV and watches her closely for clues. The clues are very important, and she looks back at him intently.
‘Zident Gum,’ she says, and she breathes out and he can practically smell her breath and it reeks of sex and it’s like he’s thirteen again when his dong was so hard at that crisp age that he feared that he would try to put it into anything that moved. ‘Zident Gum,’ she says again, her eyes are brown and dilated, her hair long and dark and silky, her lips full, red-lipsticked, the teeth white, and he looks for the clues and suddenly understands what she’s saying: Hey! Chew this and get laid…”
It was a time of monsters.
A time, leading up to a day, a whole night of monsters. For them to be free, to roam the streets openly.
When I was five years old I had my own motion picture projector which I carried about in my head at all times. With this miraculous contraption kept secret from all of my friends, my brother, and my parents, I could enjoy my own films without the fear of criticism or ridicule.