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2016 already seems like it’s going to be a year of trials and personal tests. I apologize for not posting last week, but I was far too busy experiencing my first illness of the New Year. Usually I’m a much healthier person, but these last few months I’ve been feeling run down and weak. Luckily, Love and I have a week-long vacation planned in March that I absolutely cannot wait for. I can’t remember the last time we took that much time for ourselves.


I didn’t do much writing last week. When I feel crappy all I want to do is sleep and drink water. It’s been difficult lately to find the motivation to actually sit down and write. I have so many ideas, so many projects outlined that are just waiting to be written, and yet I haven’t been giving them the time they need. I definitely need a vacation. I need to recharge.


This week I continue to explore characters in a much longer story I plan to write. This week’s Quick Horror features the Demon I hope will be at the center of it all.

With Screams and Axes,




He had been asleep for so long that he had forgotten his own name. As his mind jolted awake and his thoughts began to race with a million confused questions, he searched his memory for the name. What had his mother christened him when he was born? What had his father called him the last time they spoke? The name was there, in a thousand fragments of memory, hovering somewhere just out of reach. He couldn’t remember. But he could remember mother and father, and as he sat up and peered into the darkness, he remembered they had been bitter and cruel. They had locked him in this chamber. But he was awake now and he felt a calling. There was a man, somewhere in another dimension, a different world, a far off plane of existence, who was calling him. He was being summoned. After all these years lost in the darkness, he hadn’t been forgotten. Somewhere, someone knew his name. Someone was begging him to awake and finish what he had started long ago. He picked up a large spear that had been collecting dust, and thought about beating hearts and the smell of warm blood. He would answer the call.

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