Wednesday, 27 October 2010

Dark New Things

The Witchcraft Museum in Boscastle, Cornwall has relaunched its website at www.museumofwitchcraft.com. Both the site and the museum itself are well worth a visit. I've been there several times, danced outside and sung in The Welly round the corner with the lovely museum staff.

They have a massive historical collection with many rare artefacts and books.  Very highly recommended.

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New dark fiction magazine, erm 'Dark Fiction Magazine' launches on 31st October. It will be a collection of audio short stories.

Its press release says "This is a free service designed to promote genre short fiction to an audience of podcast and radio listeners. A cross between an audio book, an anthology and a podcast, Dark Fiction Magazine is designed to take the enjoyment of short genre fiction in a new and exciting direction..." Looking forward to this!
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Monday, 25 October 2010

Hidden Beast by Lily Childs

Here's a shortie I posted over at Cafe Doom. Could be bigger... Mifkin's got history.

Hidden Beast

The Weeping Beech hung its boughs to the ground. Mifkin loved its tresses, watching them dance in storms as he lay hiding, waiting in the hollow of its trunk. It was the best of places, warm inside like mother’s womb.

Wind howled across the darkening grass as the day drew to a close. Mifkin clung to his prey; knowing its dying scent would tease the snouts of the arboretum’s nocturnal predators. He rubbed at his face, still bleeding and unhealed from the last encounter.

Mifkin sniffed the air. They were coming. He bent over the young man lying beside him, his feet and wrists bound together. Casually Mifkin placed one hand over the lad’s mouth, pinching his nostrils with the other. Beneath his hold the youth bucked and twisted, screaming a suffocated mewl. The eyes popped and bulged in the emaciated face.

“Won’t be long now mate,” Mifkin said. “Give in and it’ll all be over soon enough.”

Outside, leaves whirled in fury as the tempest grew stronger. Mifkin shuddered, soaking in the primal energy.

“Don’t you just love it?”

The man on the ground didn’t respond, dead already.

“Look at you. Isn’t this better than sleeping on the streets?”

Mifkin caressed the corpse’s hair. His fingers trailed through strands of grease, stopping to pick at scabs and lice. He nibbled at them, getting the taste.

“It’s so beautiful here at night; feels like we’re in a forest miles and miles from the rest of the world, but see...”

He pulled the body into his lap, facing it outwards. Its eyes stared, taking nothing in.

“See the smog from the city, that yellow haze?” Mifkin inclined his head to whisper in the man’s ear. “That’s how close you are to home.”

Drawing the lobe to his lips Mifkin began to chew, tasting the blood before it cooled and congealed. He snapped bones as he ate, throwing torn-off fingers to the gathering creatures outside.

The feast prepared, Mifkin dragged the broken body out onto the grass.

“Here you are, my friends. Let’s clean this up before morning.”
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Sunday, 24 October 2010

Esoterica? Oh yes.

Original artwork by Laurence Ranger
Hubby Laurence, being an esoteric artist, has been a long-time follower of Robert Ansell - who is obviously immortal because he looks younger now than he did 30 years ago. Hell, that's alchemy for you. And he's still only twelve.

Ansell's extraordinary Fulgur Press produces exquisitely bound, limited edition books containing words from wondrous minds and artwork by, or inspired by Austin Osman Spare, Michael Bertiaux, Steffi Grant, Andrew Chumbley, Orryelle Defenestrate-Bascule and Barry William Hale, amongst others.

We came across news of Fulgur at the 2010 Esoteric Book Conference at Ouroboros Press' blog - The Serpent Bites Its Tail - and wished we could have gone along.

Laurence, a printmaker by desire, was particularly taken with an older post from March 2010 showing the print process for Tabula Lunarium. "Sniff it", he said. "I'm there."

Laurence's own artwork will be online soon.
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Saturday, 23 October 2010

13 Days of Horror features Mark Anthony Crittenden

Red Skies Press founder and editor, Mark Anthony Crittenden graces the brilliant bloglight of Erin Cole's 13 Days of Horror today.

Mark's deliciously-told tale Fourteen Ounces of Vinegar is also a taster from the eagerly awaited horror anthology Their Dark Masters, which will be available in December on Amazon.
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Friday, 22 October 2010

Lily's Friday Prediction

The moon draws full today, here in the south of England. Last night I watched her pendulous glory rise in the red sky. From now until mid-November the veil is at its very thinnest - and I for one can't wait to go exploring.

Well done to Sulci Collective for winning last week's challenge (see previous post). Today's words plucked from my battered encyclopaedic dictionary are:

  • Doom (honest!)
  • Throne
  • Intrusive
100 words max, please - flash fiction or poetry using all of the words above. You have all week to enter. Winner will be announced next Friday. Please tweet about your entry, using #fridayflash if possible.

Is it safe to invite you in...?
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Prediction Winner

I've decided to announce the winner of last Friday's challenge on a short post before today's Friday Prediction starts.

Last week saw two newcomers Sulci Collective and AidanF who both gave us stunning little flashes, so thanks to them.

I, and other contributors commented fully at the time, so here is a summary:

  • Sulci Collective's torrent of words took us into the primal fire of destruction and rebirth.
  • Chris Allinotte's The Final Sitting playfully mixed art and demons - as is only right.
  • AidanF captured us with a magickal dark fairytale of blood and mirrors.
  • My piece Burning Shame saw a neglected toddler reaching for her smouldering baby-doll.
  • David Barber's Peace, At Last painted a haunting picture of a living portrait.
  • Joleen's The Victory Bonfire declared vengeance with execution by fire.
Excellent flash fiction, all. And whilst each and every piece evoked emotion and atmosphere the winner is Sulci Collective. Sulci's words had me bathing in primordial energy, raging fire feeding the salamander as man-made creation died all around. Congratulations Sulci!
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Wednesday, 20 October 2010

Oh, The Mission Predicted It All

One of my fave old (true) Goth bands The Mission wrote a fantastic, vicious, hateful song Mercenary. It's full of invective, spitting anger and lots and lots of 'F' words (ooh!) It was written in 1990 - when I left the UK after Thatcher screwed the country and sent it to its knees.

After today's Spending Review in the UK this is the song I've been playing all evening. Indulge me and view it below if you fancy joining me in a rant. No proper vid I'm afraid but it helpfully provides the marvellous lyrics to sing along to. It so helps when chopping the veg...

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Lily Childs is a writer of horror, esoteric, mystery and chilling fiction.

If you see her dancing outside in a thunder storm - don't try to bring her in. She's safe.