David would never have gone to Camdigan by choice. When he realized his mistake he pulled into a driveway, backed out again, and retraced his path down Strauss Street. After four or five blocks, he came to a dead end. He went over one street thinking he'd turned off somewhere but again he came to a dead end.
Horror author C. Dennis Moore’s third short story collection is 45,000 words of intense, hard-hitting horror fiction that refuses to let up until the bloody end. Nine stories make up this bloody collection, and each tale is built on a deadly premise wherein the things and the people you interact with every day really are out to get you. Nothing is safe and DANCING ON A RAZORBLADE illustrates that point with a very fine and dangerous edge.
Yahto, running from his part in the massacre at Little Bighorn, seeks solitude in Canada when he stumbles upon the mysterious Yoko in the snow. She too is on the run, and the men hunting her carry weapons that shoot fire and machines that talk. How can he save the woman he has grown to love and her unborn baby?
This omnibus gathers in one place C. Dennis Moore's three short story collections, Terrible Thrills, Icons to Ashes and Dancing on a Razorblade. Over 350 pages of short horror fiction from the author who Cemetery Dance Magazine called "an author worth keeping an eye on."
In a time when the undead bloodsuckers of legend have become a shadow of their former selves, C. Dennis Moore returns the icons to their former glory with his collection of 6 short stories in the vein of the traditional vampires we love and miss. No sunlight sparkling or vegetable eating here. The real deal.
Todd doesn’t expect the isolation when he breaks his leg far from home after moving out on his own. The isolation gets worse when the man in the window shows up, a small somehow familiar man who only stands and stares. The worst part is Todd’s the only one who can see him. But this is no imaginary playmate....
Hell is spreading like an infection on Earth. Unfortunately it’s inside that infection where Geoffrey must go. His epic journey takes him through The Garden, The Cavern of God's Silence, the Island of Wails and
Jim and Monica have just moved into an apartment to start a life together. Everything’s going well until one of the residents in the building is murdered. With the security lock on the front door of the building and Jim the only one in the building without an alibi, he is the only suspect. Then more bodies turn up in the building.
In this debut collection takes readers on 25 brief, terrifying, but deeply satisfying journeys which clearly prove that C. Dennis Moore is a master of the short form. One reviewer compares these 25 tales, filled with death, murder, disease & resurrection, to those of Edgar Allen Poe, the father of modern horror.
Welcome to Angel Hill, Missouri, a town that shot blood from the ground at its own groundbreaking. There are only two roads in or out of Angel Hill, and everything within those borders is subject to the whims of reality. Jack and Liz have just moved here, but for their young son, Joey, it's like coming home.
Originally intended as a segment of CREEPSHOW 2, Stephen King’s story “The Cat From Hell” was dropped from that line-up, but eventually resurfaced three years later as part of TALES FROM THE DARKSIDE: The Movie, which is considered by most the “unofficial” third CREEPSHOW movie. While my initial reaction to the movie was okay--I’ve seen it a few times, so I obviously didn’t hate it--my initial reaction to the King story was less than good. In fact, when I first saw “The Cat From Hell”, I thought Wow, that was just dumb.
Of course I didn’t say it out loud, it was a Stephen King story, dammit, and I pretty much worshipped King. So it’s GOT to be a good story, right? I’m just not well-versed enough in classic horror to really appreciate all the nuances of the story.
No, I was right the first time, it’s dumb.
The story itself centers around a hitman, Halston, played by David Johansen, who is hired by the very very incredibly wealthy Drogan, played by William Hickey. Drogan wants Halston to kill his cat. As the story unfolds, Drogan explains how this cat has been responsible for the deaths of several family members, but always seems to elude every attempt to put it down. Which is why Drogan has taken the step to hire a professional. No problem, Halston says. Unfortunately, it actually does turn out to be a problem, culminating in one of the dumbest, most ill-conceived and badly-executed special effects I’ve ever seen.
The problems with “The Cat From Hell” stem from several sources, the first of which is the story. I don’t know what King was thinking when he decided this was an idea that deserved to be seen to completion, but it’s basically a throwaway idea that has built into it the exact opposite of suspension of disbelief. It’s more “cutesy” than anything, and in an anthology of horror stories, cutesy gets you beat up.
Another problem stems from the first and is a downfall of many film adaptations of similar stories: the protagonist is a cat, and in the days before CGI, to get it to look like a cat was attacking, they basically had to strap a fake cat onto an actor’s head and the actor would then shake their head around violently, as if they were being attacked by a dozen tiny claws and a mouthful of sharp teeth. The problem is it has never in the history of film looked convincing. And “The Cat From Hell” is NO exception.
In fact, given how basically cheesy most “Tales From the Darkside” stories were, the effect here isn’t bad, it isn’t laughable, it’s just shameful. Especially that final effect, which I won’t reveal here, but which I’m sure most of you know. God, that was bad.
Having read the original story upon which this adaptation was based, I can’t help but wonder why the details of the location were changed. Given what happens to the hitman in the story before the cat does what the cat does, I think that situation would have provided a load more tension, which would have gone a long way in selling the effect, a lot further than the way it played out in the film version, anyway.
Not that it would have helped; at the end of the day “The Cat From Hell” is still a pretty dumb story.
Hickey and Johansen are decent in their roles, at least as far as anyone has ever been in a “Tales From the Darkside” story, which isn’t great, but passable. We have to remember the rules for television acting aren’t the same for movie acting, at least they weren’t in the 80s and 90s, and while this is the theatrical version of this title, it’s still just a TV show getting the big screen treatment.
To me, “The Cat From Hell” is just more proof that people are so desperate for a King story to adapt to film that they’ll take any old thing he has laying around. But when the source material is as lame as this, it’s a sure thing the adaptation is going to be even worse. And in this case, it is.
The new, still untitled, Angel Hill novel is nearly officially a novel; I reached 45,000 words today. Only 5000 more to go. That's still far from having a finished first draft, though. This thing will easily be closer to THE THIRD FLOOR length than THE GHOSTS OF MERTLAND. In fact, if it runs longer than THE THIRD FLOOR, that won't surprise me, either. There's plenty of research to do on the finer details, though, but it's nothing that can't wait until I've finished the first draft.
This year definitely hasn't turned out anything at all like I thought it might. For one, I had a whole list of projects to work on, old stories I'd never finished or hadn't written, comic book scripts, a few novellas I was never satisfied with, that were supposed to take up this year, along with the Holiday Horror stories. Instead I've spent this year, almost entirely, working on novels. i used to think I wouldn't make a good novelist, because I have neither the stamina nor the patience for it. But here I am reaching the midway point on my second novel of the year and I don't feel like it's time wasted when I could have been writing things I had a better chance of selling. For a lot of years, it felt to me like novels, especially as slow as I've always been at them, just didn't make sense to focus on when I could be turning out short stories much quicker, and selling them a lot easier. But things are different now. I can publish a novel on my own, sell directly to the readers, and in doing so, spend an entire year making my house payment on money from writing. This is the first time--other than one Christmas a long time ago when I managed to buy every present I needed to with money made from various writing-related jobs--that I've been able to put anything I made from writing to real, good use. My house payment is getting made and I was done with my Christmas shopping on December 1st. This is the first time that's ever happened.
I like this new publishing world. But what does that mean for all those unfinished projects I was so keen to get into decent shape? I'm still going to get them done, there's no question about that. But I do have to finish this novel first. Especially now. As long as I don't have a day job, I have to do the writing I know is going to pay off, and as a self-publisher of the past several years I can say, in my experience, short stories don't sell. Not that many, anyway. I gotta keep paying my bills, so I have to do the writing that will better enable me to do that. Plus I'm loving this story and can't wait to see how it turns out.
The new Angel Hill novel is now up to 41,023 words and still going strong. I figured out this morning why it's coming so easily. Well, one of the reasons. The first and most important reason is that the story came to be pretty much as a whole and it's just a matter of getting it down in words. But another reason, an important one to remember for future novels, is that I'm working with a main cast of four characters this time. So when I've run out of something to say with one character, instead of piddling around with other stuff for a week or two while I figure out what's next, I just move on to a different character and catch up with them.
When I started this novel, the idea of multiple main characters seemed like it might be a roadblock, but I knew it was the way the story needed to be told. I've worked with multiple main characters before. In THE THIRD FLOOR, I split my time between Jack and Liz, but there's no mistaking Liz was the primary character in that book. But in REVELATIONS, THE MAN IN THE WINDOW and THE GHOSTS OF MERTLAND, everything was seen through one POV throughout the majority of the book. And that can hinder progress sometimes--at least for me--when you feel you've hit a dead end between how to end THIS scene and transition to THAT one. I'm not having that problem with this new book, and it's helping greatly in keeping me interested in the story.
Hopefully I'll keep up this momentum and be really really close to a finished first draft--or better yet have a finished first draft--by the end of the year.
Only one month left of this year and it's got me thinking about how different everything is from last December 1st. Last December I was working a day job I had been at for, by then, 9 years, and working a part-time job at nights and on the weekend, too. I hadn't published THE THIRD FLOOR yet, and was just waking up every morning, checking sales on my Kindle dashboard just hoping I'd sold something overnight, and more often than not, I hadn't.
Within the last year, I quit my part time job--thanks to THE THIRD FLOOR and everyone who bought it--and have been laid off from my day job. I'm currently looking for a new job, but when I'm not looking, I'm writing all day, working on a new Angel Hill novel, which is currently at 40,000 words and I would LOVE to have the first draft finished by the end of this year, but since I'm not sure how long it's going to be, I don't know how realistic that is. I'm going to try, though, because I love this book and I'm really excited for it to be done and for readers to see it. Hopefully it's as well-received as THE THIRD FLOOR.
The other thing that's changed in this last year is THE THIRD FLOOR. Since publishing it last December 12th, I've sold over 30,000 copies of it worldwide and made enough money to get myself out of debt and, when that lay-off came, it kept me from freaking out and panicking. So for that I have everyone out there who has bought something to thank. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
If all goes well, this next year will be even better. I guess we'll see.
Once again, my son cleaned up while my daughter and I got almost nothing. Okay, he didn't CLEAN UP, and if not for those ZERO YEAR tie-ins, he'd have only gotten twice what we did. As it is, he came away with four, while she and I got one each. He got:
High on a bluff looking out on the ocean is an ancient shack--the secret place called Neverland. Here on Gull Island, a misbegotten spot of Georgia coast, young Beau Jackson joins his cousin Sumter in strange, sinister games...rituals that grow into a sickening explosion of pure evil. Soon a tide of blood fury will rise, swamping the island in a raging, all-engulfing sea of merciless terror...
The new novel is coming along still, VERY well. I'm currently at 32,102 words and the thing is nearly spilling from me. it's damn creepy, too. I'm really enjoying both the writing of this one, and inhabiting it for a brief period every day.
Meanwhile, today was new comic day, so here was today's haul. I got 1, my daughter got 2, and the rest are my sons:
I finished the Simon Clark novel this morning, so next I've got a novella to proof for Dave Barnett, but first I'm going to read my comics, the Masters of the Universe and G.I.Joe #10.