December

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Is It 2016 Yet?

December has been a rough month for my writing. There was so much going on this month and with the long hours I was putting in everywhere else, my own work took a backseat. This January I hope to really get back into it. I’ve been outlining a new project that I’m really excited to start. Sometimes I find myself with lists of ideas and seemingly not enough time to bring those ideas to fruition.

 

 

I didn’t like the way the Quick Fix Horror story I was writing was unfolding so I’ve set it aside. I’ll be back in January with loads of lovely horrors.

With Screams and Axes,

Mae

Abandoned Places

 

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Basements will always be horrible places. The last apartment I lived in had a basement with a dirt floor. I hated going down those creaky old steps and shuddered to imagine what could possibly be buried there. Basements are places that people try to forget about. The basement is where you put things you don’t really have room for, things you don’t need, and things you don’t want to remember. There’s an abandoned quality to basements, even ones in well-kept homes. They’re eerie in the same away empty houses and abandoned buildings are eerie.

 

When I was in college there was an old dorm on campus that had been vacant and boarded up for years. My friends and I talked about breaking into that old dorm at night to explore it. There’s something scary and appealing about decaying places.

 

It’s like these places freeze in time the moment we stop visiting them, and there’s a sense of history in that. There were rumors that something horrible had happened in the old boarded up dorm, but eventually I found out it was just closed due to lead paint, asbestos and my school not having the money needed to renovate it. Even places that you know aren’t haunted become haunted by a history when they fall into disuse.

 

I’ve been thinking a lot of about abandoned places this week.

With Screams and Axes,

Mae

 

Quick Fix Horror!

“Is this what you want?” She whispered, pushing Adam over the edge and into the reservoir.
He felt the shock of hitting the water, the sudden cold, and the frenzy of panic. Darkness gripped him and he let his mind drift out onto its steady current. When he opened his eyes, he was no longer underwater. He was damp and cold and lying on a mint-green linoleum floor in what looked like a grade school classroom. Overhead lights buzzed and flickered, and the cracked, stained plaster walls were hung with posters featuring Numbers, ABCs and white faces explaining good nutritional and hygiene habits. Small desks stood in rows all around him, the wood soggy and splintered. Everything was faded, and smelled of mildew. Water dripped excessively from the ceiling and pooled into the corners of the room where the floor sloped downwards. Adam rose to his feet and saw her sitting on the desk at the front of the room, still in her sheer white dress, still with her golden mask, perched like a teacher about to give her student a very important lesson.
“Is this what you wanted?” She asked him.

 

 

The Early Riser

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I feel like I’ve always had insomnia. Almost two years ago when I was in my last semester of grad school and trying to write my thesis project (a novel), my sleeplessness was horrible. I would stay up all night, sleep a few hours in the afternoon, and then go back to writing. I was writing some pretty dark stuff, and having to research some pretty dark stuff as well.

Generally, I’m okay with the dark stuff and it doesn’t bother me or freak me out too much. However, there’s something about the hour just before dawn that is eerie and troubling and makes all the horrible things in the world so much worse. It was at these times, when the darkness was fading and there was a strange gray glow coming in through the window that I would start to feel troubled and freaked out.

 

I think the early dawn is the scariest time of the day. Interestingly enough, it was during this scary hour, while desperately wishing someone else was awake so I wouldn’t be alone, that I came up with some of my most creative ideas.

 

Perhaps this transition time from night to day is when we’re most vulnerable, when our minds are able to open up. It was this vulnerability that allowed me to really discover how to write what scares myself the most. I’m still an early riser now, and like to do my writing in the very early hours of the morning.

 

This week I want to post the first part of a piece of short fiction. This story will be posted in three parts. I hope to be posting these short stories regularly from now on. This story also takes place during the creepy hour before the dawn. I hope you enjoy it.

With Screams and Axes,

Mae

 

Quick Fix Horror!

 

The Early Riser

As she impaled the top of Adam’s skull with a long, thick needle, somewhere inside he assured himself that he didn’t deserve this. Then he heard her voice in his head: “Everyone has something coming to them.”

When Adam had met her, it had been the hour before dawn, when the sky turns gray and readies itself to receive the light of the day. It had been cold, and the air had been damp and misty. Adam had been walking around the reservoir near his dorm room. He couldn’t sleep, and walking helped him think. He had stopped to lean over the edge and look at the reservoir waters below. It seemed like a long drop, and the walls were so steep, if you fell in there’d be no way to get yourself out. It was at this moment that Adam thought about ending his life. It was a sneaky thought that surprised him with its appearance every now and then. He hated when he thought it, but during this dawn, he allowed himself to imagine what it would be like to throw his body into the reservoir and let the waters consume him. As he was staring into the water, he spotted the vague outline of what looked to be a door, like a submarine hatch. As he was squinting at it, he realized there was someone walking towards him. She was tall and thin with chalky gray skin. She was wearing a long white dress that was too thin and sheer for the season, revealing her small breasts underneath. A white mask covered her face. The mask had a slight smiling expression that made Adam shiver. She stopped an inch from Adam’s face. He should have been able to smell her, feel her breath, or a slight warmness around her, but there was nothing.

Part 2 of 3 to be continued 12/13/15.

Thankslaying

 

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I got absolutely no writing done last week. It’s impossible to get any work done while in the midst of the noise and chaos of a large family gathering, so I didn’t even try. I suppose it was nice to take a break, eat lots of food and reconnect with family members.

 

Before my pilgrimage to the family gathering, I subscribed to Sanitarium and downloaded a few issues to read allowed in the car. Sanitarium is a horror and dark fiction magazine that I’ve been hearing good things about. Some of the stories I loved, some of them I didn’t, but it’s still inspiring to read what other people are working on. My boyfriend and I had some great discussions about the pieces in the car, and it definitely made me more excited about my own work.

 

Now that Thanksgiving is over, I’m in cranky Christmas mode. I hate shopping, and I wish I had started this whole Christmas present thing months ago. One of my boyfriend’s favorite horror movies is the Phantasm series. I’ve been trying to find the DVDS, but everywhere I look they’re 80 dollars a movie. I guess that’s what happens when cult movies go out of print? The search for the perfect Christmas present continues…

I’m in the mood to write a Christmas themed horror story.

With Screams and Axes,

Mae