“Invitation to Dance – It’s a Dance. And sometimes they turn the lights off in this ballroom. But we’ll dance anyway, you and I. Even in the Dark. Especially in the Dark. May I have the pleasure?”
“Even a zombie lurching through the night can seem pretty cheerful compared to the existential comedy/horror of the ozone layer dissolving under the combined assault of a million fluorocarbon spray cans of deodorant.”
13 tales of terror.
13 tales that will have you reaching for the nightlight before you go to bed tonight.
THE LIVING SAND
The waves roared onto the shore, pounding and tearing apart the coastline. The night was calm, cloudless, but the waves seemed to be agitated and angry, like they were being stirred up by a hurricane.
The moon above them painted the beach with a soft light, but this light was unnatural. It was too bright, too shiny, and too yellow.
The grains of sand under their feet seemed to move as they stepped on it, and they were just a little too white, a little too squirmy to be just regular grains of sand.
The cliff walls seemed to be wet with something dark, blood or water, who could really tell, and Seth thought he saw things lurking just under the creepy overhanging trees with the limbs that seemed to be reaching down towards them. Was that yellow eyes, lots and lots of yellow eyes staring down from up above?
Seth turned away before he lost his nerve and bolted for home. He turned his face up to the sea breeze, and let it cool his hot clammy skin.
I honestly just feel like spilling out hate upon hate towards Amazon’s new EBook Giveaways. The main reason is that if you don’t get enough people to enter then the prize goes unclaimed. That just seems so unfair to me to those who entered the contest. If 1 or all 250 people have put in their time and effort to follow you and join this contest then someone should get rewarded no matter how many have entered. I love Amazon for all they have done for self-published artists, but I don’t like the way they are handling their EBook Giveaways. I think there is a lot more tweaking to be done before this is the perfect system it needs to be. Don’t you think?
Anyway, the contest for The Dead of Winter has ended and the prize has once again gone unclaimed. Frustrated by this of course, but I thought I might make a good out of a bad. If you would like to receive 3 free short stories and don’t mind leaving me a review then click the link below. Thanks again for reading and following this blog.
Will they be food for the zombies?
This is a long book, very long book, but don’t let that stop you from reading it. King has crafted another master piece with “Under the Dome”. It really shows his talent not only as a writer, but as a man full of creativity. I thought how could a book be this long when it is just about a town trapped under a dome. Turns out, the dome isn’t the real driving force behind the story. The driving force is the characters, their lives, and how they all are effected by this sudden life changing event. How do they react in a crisis? Who rises to the top? Who doesn’t? That’s what this story is all about. The length is daunting and the book probably could have been trimmed to make the story tighter, but as a King fan I honestly didn’t care about that. I would read his grocery list if he published it. The guy just has that something, I as a fan, can’t get enough of. This story is just another example of why I read his work. He just knows how to bring it. I can honestly say that I think this is one of my favorite’s by him. It just has that certain unique quality that King does so well. I can’t recommend it enough.
The TV show on the other hand, well, not so sure on that one. I watched the Pilot a few days ago and found it to be aggravating. I don’t expect book adaptations to be spot on, but to completely change the entire story, characters, and even how the dome arrived shows me they really missed the mark. I am hesitant to watch the show any further. I’ve read what they put in and it just seems laughable. They truly didn’t try to make this book into a TV show. They took the dome idea and just made something that was completely their own. That’s a shame, because I did want to watch it. Not sure I can now.
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4 Stars out of 5
King once again delivers with a strange and unique story. I honestly don’t know how he isn’t out of original ideas by now. This is just a great short story from start to finish that will have you second guessing yourself when it comes to helping people in need.
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“This is easy. I could do this all night.” That was Bob’s first thought, as he strolled with the slow pace of the belt underneath his new running shoes, which were springy and cushy.
“Let’s go a little faster then,” the floating head replied, as its eyes squinted in a bit.
The belt underneath Bob’s feet picked up some speed, and the mileage counter jumped without warning from 1 mile to 10 miles.
“Hey buddy. I think your mileage thing is out of whack,” Bob replied, trying to stay with the current speed of the belt. He was starting to struggle, as a pain ran up his side, across his heart, and down his left arm.
“Just a minor glitch. I’ll slow it down a bit. Guess that was a little too fast to last. Too many doughnuts and beer does not make a heart healthy I hear. Ain’t that right, Bob?” The floating head replied with an evil chuckle, and slowed the moving belt under Bob’s feet down to a crawl.
Bob, for the first time, kind of got spooked. Twenty dollars or no twenty dollars, he was starting to think that maybe getting onto this thing was a bad idea, maybe the worse one he had ever had.
Bob reached out for the rails, and gripped them tight. He held onto them, and tried to get his breath back.
The rails, man he shouldn’t have grabbed onto those rails, because the minute Bob grabbed the rails the treadmill had him where it wanted him.
A burning feeling suddenly took hold of Bob’s hands, and then a smell of burning flesh reached his nose. It felt like his hands were holding a burner on a stove top turned up to high heat. He could feel his skin starting to melt and burn as he tried frantically to remove them; but no luck, his hands weren’t going anywhere.
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He reached down and pinched the gigantic roll of fat around his waist. “You, my friend, have to go,” he replied, as he ran his hand through his middle-aged hair. That hair along with the rest of him use to be in tip top shape, now it was just a sad pathetic mess. He couldn’t do anything about the hair, which was receding faster than some of the world’s beaches; but he could do something about his body, so he picked up the phone and dialed the flashing phone number on the ad.
The other side of the phone rang a few seconds later.
He held on a moment longer and just as he was about to hang up, someone picked up the other line. It was an old sounding voice; no not old, creaky is the word I am looking for. It had the feel and sound of one of those old doors that would swing open in a scary house. You know the kind, the doors that need some oil and screech like a demon because of it. The ones that make the goose bumps rise, and the hair stand up on your arms.
“I’m calling about the treadmill,” Bob replied, nervously.
“The one I posted online?” The voice screeched.
“That’s the one. Is it really that price?”
“Do you have twenty dollars?”
“Is it in your hands?”
“Can it be in your hands?”
“Yes, I guess. I need to get my wallet.”
“Get it then,” the screechy voice replied.
“Hold on a minute.” Bob went downstairs and got his wallet. He then went back upstairs and picked up the phone. “Okay. It’s in my hand.”
“Thank you for doing business with me Bob. You will find your treadmill in the garage.”
Bob paused for a moment. “Wait, how do you know I have a garage? How do you know my name is Bob?” The phone line went dead as the money evaporated from his hand. A second later he heard a large bang in the garage. Something had just crash landed on the floor.
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A short story about five students on Halloween night who discover the secrets and terrors of the town’s most infamous haunted house.
It was one of those old houses, the ones you see in all the scary films or the ones that are among the scary stories told to you when you were just a kid, a ramshackle Victorian home centuries old, vacant, empty, haunted.
Legend states: “There’s an Imp who lives in there, and if you survive his challenges riches will lay at your feet.”
Of course, that’s just a legend, right?
The car pulled up in front of the house and stopped. Its’ lights spread across the weedy overgrown lawn, and the dead landscaping. This light also highlighted the large front porch. This empty porch was sagging in all the wrong spots.
Inside the car, a late sixties RT Dodge, are five people, aged 18 – 25, Kevin, Scott, Robert, Suzy and her girlfriend Nancy. They all attend the local college together and are studying very similar subjects. It made them instant friends.
They were out on this night, and at this house for one reason, Halloween. The only reason anybody other than bums would make the trek up the broken half mile asphalt driveway.
“So, who brought the beer?” Kevin asked, as a breeze filtered in through the car window and blew back his sandy brown hair. The hoop earring in his left ear twinkled as the moon moved into and out of a dark cloud. He wore pretty much what everyone else was wearing, jeans, shirts, jackets, tennis shoes, casual clothes for casual kids.
“I got, I got it,” Robert replied, as he opened a cooler and handed one to Kevin. Iron Maiden’s “Fear of the Dark” started to play, and he leaned over so he could crank it up. Robert banged his shaggy black hair, as the music blasted.
Intense waves pounding
Shoreline buried by water
Back to sea it goes
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Stephen King returns to the character and territory of one of his most popular novels ever, The Shining, in this instantly riveting novel about the now middle-aged Dan Torrance and the very special twelve-year-old girl he must save from a tribe of murderous paranormals. AMAZON
I’ll have to admit this, painful as it is, that this book didn’t grab me from the start. I loved “The Shining” and it is one of two books by King that I have read twice – “It” is the other. I say that only to let you know how psyched I was to read this sequel to “The Shining” and probably why I was so disappointed it didn’t grab me right away. It started out disjointed, random, with multiple story lines that seemed to not connect, and then one moment changed all of that. Once I saw what he was up to, I was not only on board, I couldn’t wait to read the rest of it. By the time I pulled my eyes from the last page, I was a bona-fide fan of “Doctor Sleep.” King may have written close to fifty books, might have aged into his sixties, but the man’s imagination hasn’t wavered.
This is a great book, highly recommended, and I can’t stress this enough – read “The Shining” before this one. You’ll miss a lot if you don’t.
Your thoughts. Have you read “Doctor Sleep”? What did you think?
Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading
. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:
• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page
• Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
• BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
• Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!
Another one from “Doctor Sleep.”
“She’s the Queen Bitch of Castle Hell.
If you mess with her, she’ll eat you alive.”
Stephen King returns to the character and territory of one of his most popular novels ever, The Shining, in this instantly riveting novel about the now middle-aged Dan Torrance and the very special twelve-year-old girl he must save from a tribe of murderous paranormals: Amazon