Monday, April 30, 2012

Scares That Care

You like horror? Sure you do. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.

Well, listen up folks and let me tell you a tale.

Scares That Care is a group that uses the genre that we all love to do something very noble. It's a charity to help children. They are good people who do fantastic work. Please drop by their website if you'd like and see what they have to offer. They have some pretty cool stuff! Plus it gives money to the kids! It's win win.

I just added a banner to the bottom of this page and it will be there for as long as this page is active.

Also, please feel free to share their link on your site, blog, twitter, facebook, bathroom, cemetery, etc.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Audio Books?


I'm toying around with to see what developes. If all goes well, Sticks And Stones will be the first. It's already listed and looking for producers and a voice. This is a test run and if it pans out, there may be a few more down the line. We'll just have to see.

On the note of Sticks... it just picked up it's 6th 5 star review. Swing by and give it a read if you'd like. Hey, it made me smile.

A quick word on ze paperback. I've been talking to David Naughton-Shires (a fine Irish fellow) over at Knightwatch Press and I'll be sending in stuff soon. I've got 15 or so tales lined up. Most of them are new stuff with my Kindle and anthology titles mixed in. I'll post a list of the final lineup when I can.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The Lowdown of Being Down

I've been in a bit of a funk with writing as of late. This is partially due to being hunched over a keyboard all day plays hell on my back. On May 23, 2005, I broke my back in a car accident and have been having battles with it ever since.

If you have back problems, you know that when it flares up, you don't feel like doing much. I've been working on taking it easy for a while and trying not to piss off my spine. I think things will go smoothly as I move forward into new territory.

My phone has been one of my saviors when it comes to writing. I wrote Sticks And Stones on an office app and only used the computer to do edits and publishing. In fact, I'm doing this post on the little bugger right now. Yeah, I fuss at it and say horrid things about it's mother, but it's been a useful little rat bast... nevermind.

There are many stories that I want to tell and a few that I need to tell. Within the coming months, I'm hoping to dive in, pound the keyboard (or phone) to death and get them out.

I will be starting my first of two collaborations very soon (hopefully this week) and with any luck, it will kickstart the creative juices.

Another plan I have is to begin work on something that is a step away from my normal path. It will NOT be a horror story. It will be based on something that I wrote about ten years ago and have kept filed away for a rainy day. It won't be the same but it will be the driving force behind this project.

Even though it's not horror, it will be dark and violent as it's based on some pretty harsh events.

I'll post more details later and discuss some more about the collaboration with Sean M. Thompson.

The idea was to write something that is twisted, disturbing and balls to the walls scary. With this fellow, I believe that's possible.

I'm also in the process of putting together a collection for a paperback release. Most of the stories are finished and that should be landing in the near future.

Now that my insomia fueled rant is drawing near it's end, I'd like to toss out a "feel better soon" to a fellow horror writer. I feel your pain... literally. Here's hoping it all goes well and you're back to your old, smelly self again.

P.S. If they can't attatch a scorpion tail, see what they can do in the neighborhood of a gatling gun.

I also want to give a special thanks to Elizabeth Stahr for allowing me to borrow her laptop to do edits, covers and so forth.

I also want to give a thank you to David James Edney, Glen Morgan, Dave Lightfoot, R. Phillip Roberts, the fine folks on my Facebook page, The Dungeon and Moody's Survivors for keeping me sane with insanity fueled antics.

Best to all of you.
- Charlie

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Inspirational Trip

A night at The Orange Peel to see Cannibal Corpse in concert. Pretty awesome stuff. The opening acts were fantastic as well. One of the bands (Exhumed) had a guy come out dressed as a surgeon. He was wielding a chainsaw the first time we saw him. The second time, he held a severed head then dumped gunk onto the audience just before stage diving.

Cannibal Corpse, of course, kicked massive amounts of ass and delivered 20 songs that were thunderous, nightmarish visions. All in all, a great night that should lead to some interesting writing (I'm doing my first collaboration soon so this should be a hell of a lot of fun).

One more thing. "A Brand New Hell" is now live on Amazon, Amazon UK etc. Here's the deal on that... from April 11 - 15, it will be FREE. If you have Amazon Prime, you can get it free now. I'll post the link after I've had some sleep.


Anywhoo, I'll be posting some of the concert pics and talking more about the bands on my Facebook page tomorrow.

G'night folks.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Zombies are on the way

"Birthday Wish" was my first published zombie story and I was quite proud of how it all turned out. During that time, I had several ideas brewing that will see publication soon. One of them was "Kingdom of the Dead", one is a highly emotional tale that is yet to be titled and the other... "A Brand New Hell."

"A Brand New Hell" sees the outbreak through the eyes of a minister and his wife as they take shelter within a supermarket breakroom.
Armageddon has arrived and the dead are knocking at the door.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Check these guys out

Trying out my phone and really hoping this works.

Anyway, if you're looking for some creepy decor for your dungeon, give the fine fiends at a visit. They have some really cool stuff!

I'm planning on getting a few of these for my embalming hut.

Brian Keene's "Ghoul" on Chiller Network

Friday, April 13 (nice timing) will finally be the night that myself and many others have been waiting for for many moons. Ghoul was the first novel that I had the pleasure of reading from Brian Keene and it really blew me away. I've always loved a good "coming of age" story that's set in a horriffic universe and I have to say, Brian Keene's is scary as Hell!

This book made me an instant fan. What lies within is a nightmare ride into the darkness that haunts a small town. The suspense is stellar and the characters feel real. The book has a heart to it that drives the story and makes the terror all the more powerful. This is something you shouldn't miss. Picking up a copy of Ghoul (or any Keene novel) is a good bet.

Have a look at the trailer. 

Be sure to catch this one on Chiller on Friday, April 13 at 9 pm. You won't regret it!

Friday, April 6, 2012

Just for fun... an early draft of "Birthday Wish"

Here's a very early draft of my zombie story "Birthday Wish" under the original title "Belated." As you can see, it evolved quite a bit. The version that was published in Soul Survivors: Hometown Tales is my favorite, however, this version does have a special place in my rotting heart.


Had I have known then what I know now, I would’ve taken the barrel of this shotgun, placed it under my chin, pulled the trigger, and split my head right down the fucking middle. That was my mistake. Judging by the blast I heard earlier my neighbor had not made that mistake.

I’m getting ahead of myself; I should really start at the beginning.

I am crippled. I have been for about five years now, ever since a car accident claimed what life resided in my legs, now they just hang there like the useless pieces of meat that they have became. I still don’t remember too much of the accident, just brief glances into my memory of a speeding car racing toward me being driven by some idiot who wanted to test the muscle of the V8.

I survived the crash. I guess in some ways you could say that I was lucky. But after looking out the window over the past few days I’m not too sure that “lucky” is the right word.

It had all started on Monday afternoon. At least that’s the best that I can figure. I know the first time the news mentioned anything about them was on Monday. The first reports were of attacks at the airport. Some initially thought it may be some kind of terrorist attack when a 747 crashed on the runway. I, along with the rest of the country, watched as the plane burned and could hear the screams in the background. The terrorist angle seemed to make sense in a way. There had been all sorts of similar reports happening all over the world; along with riots and murders in the streets. It really seemed to make sense. That is until the reporter ate her cameraman on live television.

That was two weeks ago.

Today, things that would normally cause my stomach to turn and knot are common. I have seen things that no human being was ever meant to see. A toddler walked out into the street the other day. He was wearing an old dirty sleeper suit that was covered with either dirt or blood. He was too far away to be certain but it was obvious that he was crying. I could see his shoulders jump with each racking sob and he chewed nervously on his sleeve. It was not long before one of them heard him. A middle aged woman stumbled out into sight. She had half of her stomach dragging along behind her like a dog’s leash, and an eye dangling from the socket like a goddamned tetherball. She came from the front of the building next to mine and quickly snatched up the crying boy. I closed my eyes and forced myself not to watch. Perhaps that was the scariest part of the whole event, the part when the crying stopped.

To say that I felt useless was an understatement. Could I have built the courage to run down the stairs, out into the street and scoop up the child in my arms like some caped comic book superhero and raced him to safety? No. If my legs were still functional I would’ve still sat here in silence with my head buried in my hands and cried along with the boy.

There is no help anymore. To call out for it is futile and only alerts them to your location. No. There is no help. There are no heroes. If there ever were any they are now out there walking the streets in search of their next meal or cowering behind the walls of an old dilapidated building hoping to die before the things come.

It’s getting harder to see the outside. There is an ever-growing haze filling the street and the sky has become an alternating strobe of black, red, and gray.

I honestly have no idea how long I’ve been sitting here in front of the window. I know that it has been a while since I have moved due to the stains on the carpet from where urine spilled out from the seat of the chair.

My daughter had been staying with me over the past couple of months, ever since my hired lady had gotten sick and had to take some time off. My daughter’s name is Gina, named after her great-grandmother.

She had volunteered to come over and help me out while things were getting straightened out. I had begged her not to go out.

During the first days of the event, Gina had heard the reports. However there were none in our area at the time and things still seemed to carry on as usual. We needed supplies just like everyone else and Gina was ready to make the trip. I told her that things were looking bad. But she insisted. She truly was my daughter because she had my stubborn nature all the way. It was my birthday, she said. And she thought that some ice cream would do just the trick.

I saw Gina today. She was shambling around in front of my building wearing the same dress that she wore when she left. In her left hand hung a slightly ripped plastic bag, which, no doubt, contained a quart of melted, mint chocolate chip ice cream, my favorite.

The streets are growing more and more populated, there is no living in sight, only the dead. I know that it will not be long before I expire from one way or another. I am very hungry and thirsty, and the door is only held by the lock on the doorknob and a small deadbolt.

I can still see Gina down there. She has barely moved since I first saw her. As if presenting the belated gift, she raised the arm with the bag into the air toward my window. A stream of thick green goop oozed from one of the tears.

I told her thank you, and I love you.

Within moments, Gina had disappeared from sight as she moved back toward my building. The others in the street seemed to follow her.

Heavy banging sounds are filling the halls and the downstairs lobby. They will be here soon. My daughter is bringing a gift along with the rest of her friends, which are enough people for a wonderful party. I wonder if she is bringing a superhero up as a surprise.

They are knocking at the door; I can hear the wood splitting.

I’m taking one last look down at the shotgun resting across my lap.

The door has popped open. My guests are here.

Make a wish.

It’s time to blow out the candles.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Cover Facelift and a Tease

Looks a little more hellish and apocalyptic. Zombies are coming!

I'm also going to be co-writing something (possibly a couple of somethings) in the near future. Details to come soon.

International Best Seller

#45 on Amazon UK
I'll take it!

Best Seller!

The picture isn't great but I'm pleased to announce that my novelette, Sticks And Stones, is now #65 on Amazon Kindle's top 100 in horror!