The Lycaning
This is not your traditional wolfman tale. An inventive and original take on a horror classic, THE LYCANING creates a new breed of the monster and a society transformed by a Werewolf Apocalypse.
The Wraith
A woman becomes intrigued by a brooding figure in one of her poems in this short story from Lori R. Lopez, author of The Dark Mister Snark, Odds And Ends . . .
Some Thing
A tongue-in-cheek tale about a man who drank the water, another man and his Bazooka, and a lady with a loaded gun. Brought together in a showdown between paranoia and reality . . .
An Ill Wind Blows
The witty novel AN ILL WIND BLOWS whisks you inside the belly of a storm who would be king. There an oddball bunch of nutty characters encounter a nonstop marathon of the bizarre . . .
Poetic Reflections: never a dull moment
Life is full of contrasts and paradoxes, things that add up and things that don’t. Things that fall into place, and things that contradict themselves. Take the brightness of dull, for example.
Bad Mood
A fictional small town in Wisconsin is the scene of widespread craziness that affects both animals and humans in this humorous sci-fi thriller. A mysterious corporation could be the culprit.
Macabre
A young woman's dream for independence is challenged when her parents depart and she must anxiously face both days and nights of solitude. Yet she is never completely alone . . .
Bloodpath
After striking something in the road with his truck, a man follows a trail of red drops through the forest to a mysterious settlement. Will he be able to save the young woman . . .
Poetic Reflections: stark raving mad
Is there a level at which one can be considered “stark raving mad”? Some mark on a graph or meter that measures the drop-off point of sanity? Or does it vary . . .
Fossil
It will be a memorable evening for ghosts and guests summoned to a mansion occasionally stalked by a wicked caveman. Be sure to R.S.V.P. Or is it R.I.P.?
Poetic Reflections: horror she wrote
“It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light . . .
Poetic Reflections: envious
In a movie I just watched, one woman cut off the face of a younger woman who was like a daughter to her, then wore it like a mask to fool the guy both women wanted.
Creep
What terror lurks behind the fence in an ordinary neighborhood? What manner of monster will you see if you peek through a knothole? Something ugly. Something angry. Something with a very large appetite.
Poetic Reflections: being off
This time of year there is much talk of Seasons and Greetings and Winter and Weather. Especially if your T.V. only gets The Weather Channel. And you leave it on day and night.
Bedeviled
A delightfully skewed series of disasters as an ear demon hops from head to head, leaving chaos and twisted lives in its wake. Two happy-go-lucky friends . . .
Heartbeat
After the Zombie Apocalypse, civilization adapts to troubled times. But can the living and the undead co-exist in peace? A zombie defender must question his principles when a hunter becomes infected . . .
Unleashed: Tail One
Would the tormented pet of a psycho, after witnessing countless abominations, begin to exhibit disturbing behavior? Find out in “Unleashed” what happens when a cat is driven over the edge . . .
Poetic Reflections: the little things
We have all heard it said that “the little things” mean a lot, “the little things” are most important, and when we are in a thankful mood we should appreciate “the little things”.
Poetic Reflections: chocolate-covered eyes
When presented a box of bonbons, has it ever crossed your mind that the center might not be what you expect? Of course, it’s anybody’s guess what hides inside a mixed assortment of chocolates!
Chocolate-Covered Eyes
Lori R. Lopez will tingle your spine while tickling your funny bone in six peculiar tales from two of her story collections: OUT-OF-MIND EXPERIENCES and THE MACABRE MIND OF LORI R. LOPEZ.
Poetic Reflections: serendipitous
What if you are minding your own business and a curious stranger passes you by, carrying a sack that wafts a fragrance that strikes a chord — reminiscent of an intangible emotion . . .