Saturday, August 25, 2012

Carcass 2 is HERE!

Carcass: Bloodstorm

A storm is coming. A dark cloud hovers over the town of Oakdale as Ervin Dennison continues his search for his daughter. An ancient evil lurks within the forest... hunting the hunter. Soon Ervin will encounter something more dangerous than he could've ever expected.

The thrilling, long awaited, conclusion to the Carcass story. Prepare for battle! Hell is coming.

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Tuesday, August 14, 2012

David Moody returns with the re-issue of Trust!

Hey, folks! David Moody has an awesome new book out. It's a re-release of one of his early books and Trust me, this thing is AWESOME!

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Thursday, August 9, 2012

Ghosts of Memory - a poem

Violent flashes of my screams
Of the demons ripping from my dreams
I will not hold back
It's time to go
To face the ghosts of long ago

Twenty three days awaiting me
Coming forth to try and take away
All that I've done and all I'll ever be

The road winds on like a serpent in coil
It's venom eating at my soul
I try to forget but it returns ten fold
Everyday I wait for the bell to toll

It's time to stand up
and face my fate alone

Violent flashes of my screams
Of the demons ripping from my dreams
I will not hold back
It's time to show the ghosts I'm not a broken soul

The dreams, they come like a thief in the night
Raging from the past and looking for a fight
Stand or fall, I'll give it all my might

Violent flashes of what's lost
Of the light that was taken
It was the cost
I will not hold back these tears
They fall
These Ghosts of Memory
Show me all there is to see

I condemn you for what you caused
Goddamn you for all that I saw
You took my life and fled away
I hereby command that you will not win this day

Welcome to the Land of the Dead
Where no prayer can save your head
Come and collect what is due
in the Hell that I have made for you

Monday, August 6, 2012

5 am Surprise

 I can honestly say that I was floored this morning. It had been a long night without any sign of sleep. I busied myself with my usual round of insomnia fueled adventures (browsing YouTube for new music, lessons on how to play instruments that I don't even own, pranks, fart jokes, etc). Then it was on to Facebook to see what was going on in the world of my friends... then I saw something.

If you look at the top, left portion of this page, you will see a banner of an angry looking chap by the name of David Moody. Clicking on this picture will take you to a Facebook group called Moody's Survivors. Within this group are fans and authors. Many of the authors are up-and-comers while many are also some of today's heavy hitters of the horror genre. This all boils down to an event called “The Survivor Awards.” As I checked the results to see how my picks did, I saw my name on the list. Best Horror Novella: Sticks And Stones by Charlie Morgan. I had to check and make damn sure that I wasn't asleep.

This means a great deal to me because of what I said earlier. The group is filled with fans and authors. Many of the authors are part of the reason that I write these things to begin with. Sticks And Stones was voted on by the readers. The very people that I do this for. And that, my friends, makes it all worth it.

In closing, let me just say this to the fine folks at Moody's, thank you so much. I'm glad you enjoyed it and helped me turn a very dark portion of my life into something positive.

You can view all of the results by clicking HERE.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Lakewood, North Carolina: Fun Facts

The setting of the sleepy village of Lakewood appears in most of my stories. I figured I'd take the time to point some fun stuff out.

First and foremost, Lakewood is a real place... well, sort of. I live in a little inkblot on the map called Tuxedo, North Carolina. It's right on the state line with South Carolina and is bordered by the Greenville Watershed. Originally, Tuxedo was called Lakewood. I really liked the name and figured it would be the ideal setting for the horrors that have played out in my stories. Lake Summit rests in the center (I also took it's original name -Lake Edith- and used it as well). Like when you have a dream. When familiar locations pop up in a dream, you know exactly where it is and all the details even though the dreamworld tends to take on different forms. Lakewood is the Tuxedo of my nightmares... and I have plenty of those.

The Lowe Road is real too and is pretty much exactly how it sounds in the stories. It's mostly a long, winding, dirt road and has many old buildings scattered about. Now it's mostly paved and housing developments are filling space. The actual name of the road is Pinnacle Mountain Road. I renamed it Lowe Road after the character Rev. Lester Lowe from Stephen King's Cycle of the Werewolf.

Birthday Wish was written for my little buddy. My nephew Dakota. I don't have children and he was pretty much the closest I've ever had. My wife and I pretty much raised him for the first two years of his life. He's a sweet boy and all around goofball (just like uncle Charlie). We spoiled the shit out of him. Sadly, I don't see him much since the split.

Just In Sight came about during a trip to town during a snowstorm. We were on a, somewhat, isolated road and I began wondering what would happen if we hit the ditch. That story was also inspired by my wife at the time and was dedicated to her and my nephew Dakota.

Later on, she would again inspire another story... Sticks and Stones. It was during the beginning of our separation and I had a lot of frustrations to let out (and believe me... I let 'em out to play!). The story would later become my first Best-Seller. So in an odd way, I suppose I should thank her for that one.

Now, onto another reader favorite. Carcass is actually based on a true story of sorts. During the 1960's, at the very farm I am sitting at now, my great-grandfather came home and found his family in fear of something that had been lurking around outside. It made strange sounds and had frightened them to the very core. He laughed at them. To prove his point, that there was nothing to fear, he walked outside into the night without a gun and tried to find what had startled them. He made it to an old apple tree where he sat and listened to something moving around the field. He could hear the sounds and, according to him, it sounded as if it had been circling him. He made it back to the house and apologized for making fun of the family. It turns out, there were other people who lived around here who had spoke of similar incidents that occurred around the same time. To my knowledge, nobody has ever figured out what it was that had passed through that night. I will say that it wasn't the last time it happened. It comes through every year.

All of these stories can be found in my newest paperback collection. You can get your copy by clicking HERE. Also be sure to have a look at the "Letters from the Author" section in the back of the book for a piece called "The Legend of the Mountain Devils" for more details on the real-life spooky events that inspired some of these tales.

Campfires: A Collection of Horrors

I hope you've enjoyed this and come back soon. Tell your friends, enemies, pets and victims to swing by as well.