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5 Discovered Writers #1: ObscureWriter.com Finds on Twitter

Published by ObscureWriter on December 13th, 2011

Hello everyone and thank you for visiting ObscureWriter.com again.

In the past few weeks the site’s Twitter follower count has gone over 150.  I’m very happy to have each and every follower (one especially!) because when I started, I didn’t want to use any artificial methods for growing my follower count.  Over that time, I’ve found a few amazing writers, but let a few go by the wayside just from the sheer press of constant info that is Twitter.  I hope this post will bring you a writer you like.

Please let me know what you think of this feature.  There are enough writers out there to keep this going until the end of my life so I can definitely handle 5 a week!

Starting with my first followers, here is a listing.

The Memory Eater Anthology: A curious anthology, 90% complete as of this writing, about a device that purportedly takes away unpleasant memories… and sometimes more, sometime less. By Casper Pearl @TheMemoryEater.

Urbanweird: The Visual and Textual City, by @bwoodkoiwa.  Speculative fiction and urban commentary from a gay perspective by writer Brian Reed Wood.

The Glorified Lollipop Tree: A blog by creative artist and aspiring screenwriter… Zac (@GloryLollyTree).

The Diary of a Chess Queen:  An autobiography on the rise of chess player Alexandra Kosteniuk, who has also lived life as a model, wife and mother.  Part travelogue, part memoir, and part game collection, this book features a selection of 64 games.  The introduction is by Anatoly Karpov.

Horror Writer Jeremy Bishop: Author of both light and dark horror, and two books, Torment and SentinelTorment combines zombies and nuclear devastation; Sentinel is a lighter read stuffed with Vikings, zombies, vampire lore and Arctic survival.  Find Jeremy on Twitter @BishopHorror.

That’s it for this week’s five writers.   Hope to see you again soon.   Your feedback is welcome too; please leave a comment to let me know you stopped by. :)

 

 


Lavagal: Aloha From Hawaii Kai

Published by ObscureWriter on October 22nd, 2011

I like other parts of the country.  It’s great to see how people appreciate different things, and do and enjoy things they don’t around here.  Sometimes I like how people have less attitude.  Sometimes I like when they have more.

I made it to Quebec City in 1988, and North Carolina in 1991.  During the 1990s a girlfriend in Massachusetts helped bring me to Gloucester and Essex occasionally, and these days when I can’t travel very far, all it takes is a trip across the border to Rollinsford or Portsmouth, New Hampshire.

So for a low-budget, low-bandwith taste of Hawaii, I’m basically limited to browsing YouTube and drinking Hawaiian Punch.  Or at least I was until I discovered Paula Bender, aka Lavagal.

Her blog is not like some I’ve made, consisting of one well-crafted post ready to die of loneliness.  Instead, she’s taken life in Hawaii by the horns and is running, even surfing with it.

As a wife, mother and writer in this one-of-a-kind state, Paula’s blog is always on the move.  One day she reflects on body image, another day on swimming in Hawaii, and another, on the loss of Steve Jobs.  Her most recent post as of this writing is on an idea I wish I’d had in my office when I was a manager, the Mahalo-Gram.  It’s always been a pleasure to read Lavagal and get a different perspective on life in America, one that doesn’t center around coffee kiosks, donuts and a couple of sports teams co-branded to the point of cultural obliteration.

Mahalo Lavagal for your unique blog!

Visit the site: http://lavagal.net.

 


Thomas James Brown: A Student of Horror

Published by ThomasJamesBrown on September 30th, 2011



Christmas lights stretched the length of the city’s high street, flickering like tiny balefires into the wintry night. Fog clung to the shop fronts and wrapped around lamp posts, a hesitant breath on the chill air. Artificial reindeer ebbed and waned through the pearly wreathes and a Father Christmas flashed above the entrance to West Quay, luring the evening’s last few desperate shoppers into the centre with promises of tack and festive frivolities.

Tammy Becks was no such shopper. She struggled through the cold, past the intermittent lighting, the German Market – closed down for the evening and eerily quiet – until she might not have been on the high street at all anymore. There, just before the corner, down a little side-street filled with fog, she found it again.

The coffee shop.

Excerpt from Revive; Chapt.1

 

Thomas James Brown is an avid writer of horror fiction. A graduate of the University of Southampton (BA English 2010), he has since returned to the institution for a Master’s degree in Creative Writing. He is thoroughly enjoying his time there and has tailored the course to suit his darker interests. His niche is the exploration of contemporary/socially relevant themes through the manipulation of classic horror tropes/characters.

Thomas’ short stories have appeared in both print magazines and e-zines. He won the University of Southampton’s Flash Fiction Competition 2010 for his story ‘Crowman’ and has since self-published his debut novel, Hell’s Water. His upcoming horror Revive is due out this December:

Christmas is coming. It is a time of celebration, of goodwill and the sharing of gifts… Especially the sharing of gifts. But when Tammy Becks takes a part-time job at a coffee shop, she is faced with that commercial appetite head on – and when blood is spilled, coffee stains become the least of her worries…

The book explores issues of commercialism, ‘cappuccino culture’ and the modern meaning of Christmas through a quiet, back-alley coffee shop and its undying patrons…

Thomas is currently working very hard to promote his writing and is most appreciative for all the support and encouragement he has received to date.

Author’s site: www.tbrownonline.com

Twitter: TJBrown89

Revive‘s prologue: HERE


Obscure No More #2: Florida Award Winner DL Havlin

Published by ObscureWriter on July 29th, 2011
Author DL Havlin

Author DL Havlin.

“When I read another’s work, I can tell when the author isn’t totally immersed in what’s finding its way to the paper.  I feel cheated.  My heart and soul are in what I write.  I endeavor to “not hold back, let it all hang out.”  You may disagree with my words, but you’ll know the voice is mine and you’ll also know that I respect anyone who thinks differently.  We’re all entitled to our definitions of life, of right, of wrong…I see denying another person these convictions even in a literary sense as a most serious transgression.  I’m mindful of that in my work.”

 

- DL Havlin

 

When a writer’s work finally pays off to the point of recognition, I enjoy reading that writer’s accolades online.
DL Havlin, a writer of mainstream fiction, suspense, history, humor and horror, is one such achiever.  His book The Hangin’ Oak is a tale of a husband and wife forced to live with two ghosts from 140 years in the past.  Humor, heartfelt moments, drama and suspense all come together in this novel, which exceeds the scope of a traditional ghost story and reaches out to recapture the vanishing history of old Florida.

September on Echo Creek portrays a socialite’s exodus from, and final realization of, an intimate’s betrayal.  Accompanied by a CD from the singer whose lyrics are found within, this book is explores a life both in transition and danger, written wonderfully:

“Her paints mixed and lodged on the pallet, Gaylynn set upon the task of making each stroke, each daub of paint a perfect reproduction of what her eyes saw.  Her feelings for the spot would not allow her to do otherwise.  She wanted to remember every rock, every fern, the exact structure of the rock formation creating the falls, the way the water cascaded down to the clear pool below.  These objects, stable as the streambed Echo Creek’s waters flowed through, were dear to her, reverent parts of a new life she hoped for.  The place and its people were fresh and honest—symbolic of the life she sought.

In attempting to make the painting precisely what she saw, the scene on the canvas and the murmuring waters revealed another truth.  As there had been changes within Gaylynn during her September on Echo Creek, there were subtle changes to the stream’s surroundings.  Summer’s lush green was evolving into fall’s old olive with the first hints of gold, tan, red and orange soon to follow, appearing in the foliage.  The best she could do was catch a fleeting image and record it, for Echo Creek was a never-ending work in progress.  These changes would continue until time ceased to exist for this magical spot.  The falling waters told Gaylynn she must understand life is the same.  And content in that knowledge, Gaylynn resumed painting, her heart holding the brush.”

For those who like a touch of fear and tension,  “A Place No One Should Go, Keana-eno-pa-watchee” is Havlin’s darkest work.  Centered on Ben Callison, a family man with a streak of dark iron, this book takes Ben and his family to a forbidden part of his boss’s private vacation land.  Despite receiving a warning from a old Seminole who arrives near their tent, the Callisons stay, but doing so sets the stage for confrontation with a centuries-old evil.  Or so it seems… are there other forces at work? With an open-ended twist at the end, it’s for the reader to decide.

The most amusing book I saw from the list of available books is the one I’ll probably buy, Story Time-R.  Interspersed with one-liners, this book’s premise is simple: pick the number of minutes you have free and read a story whose reading time matches.

DL Havlin’s works span a decent spectrum of moods and I’ll look forward to checking out one or more of his books in the near future!


No Longer Obscure #1: Epitaph for Coyote by Bryan R. Dennis

Published by ObscureWriter on July 23rd, 2011

I enjoy the extra perspectives that recently discovered writers bring to my task. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to live in Hawaii, or experience the environs that haunt a British horror writer.  I’ve even examined hope in the face of illness.

One of the most fun reads I’ve discovered, aside from EO Hatterpol’s riotous blog, is Bryan R. Dennis’s Epitaph for Coyote.

Launching in the desert with a smashing depiction of two goofy western rednecks in an outing gone horribly wrong, Epitaph has laugh-out-loud descriptions of these, uh, well-fleshed characters, known synecdochically as Fat and Hat.

Then the book switches gear.  Enter Henry Pluck, simmering bachelor and office type extraordinaire.  Henry begins his day in contention with a business villain reminiscent of the whispery heavies from the old spooky radio series Beyond Midnight.  Little details keep the efficient office plot from going threadbare, including mention of a receptionist’s wild daily hair color changes, like “Braunschweiger with radioactive-sludge highlights”.

Throughout, Epitaph is peppered with such brilliant metaphors, similes, and descriptions.  I still laugh as I type this, thinking of how he compares an old man’s hands to a phyllo dessert.  No understated Hemingway here either; sentences start with original adornments and flow smoothly.

For those who ease into a heartless day of acquisitions and takeovers by conjugating subjunctives in Latin, this book may rankle.  I’ve picked up my old English teacher’s habit of inflicting merciless edits as I read others’ works; I found a few sentences in this otherwise professionally written book kicked up dirt for a moment before gaining traction.  There are also microscopic grammatical bobbles like “further” versus “farther”.

Still, this doesn’t bother me.  I’m finding this book an exuberant and enjoyable read, and the original turns of phrases are admirable.  At 99 cents for 400+ pages of entertainment, I’m sold, and looking forward to finishing the book.

I think all Mr. Dennis will need to carve out a Kindle kingdom is to keep more books coming and just hire a second set of hands and eyes to add polish to his well crafted books.

Buy it on Amazon: Epitaph for Coyote

Follow Bryan R. Dennis on Twitter, Facebook or BryanRDennis.com.

http://www.amazon.com/Epitaph-Coyote-Novel-ebook/dp/B00522PIQ2


Peace From Pieces: Pandora Poikilos

Published by ObscureWriter on July 19th, 2011

I tend to stay away from discussing illness, or thinking or reading about it. Having neared forty years of age, I’ve gotten a few hints here and there about life down the road, and I’m finally addressing the possibility of weeks, months or years without good health.

Though some years younger, author Pandora Poikilos has already taken on illness in her book Excuse Me, My Brain Has Stepped Out, and gained a sizable following at her website PandoraPoikilos.com and Peace From Pieces, her Blogger site. Two of the pieces I like most are her romantic poem “I Give You” and “Great Expectations“, advice for people who are down and out.

It’s been a pleasure to showcase and learn about this writer, and if you’d enjoy a graceful author who’s worked her way out of the chaos and frailty of the human condition, I think you won’t need to look any farther.

 


Queen Of The Desert: Writer Sonia Rumzi

Published by ObscureWriter on July 19th, 2011

Sonia Rumzi writes relationship fiction and has her own site at SoniaRumzi.com. Her first novel, Simple Conversation, is about Salma, a woman in her late forties who meets and falls for Merrick. All is not well in paradise; his ex is still in the picture. Will Salma fight for her new-found love, and at what cost?

Simple Conversation is available at Amazon.com.

Sonia’s website is a comfortable melange of information on her literary accomplishments, free goodies like recipes for hot and cold moussaka, reviews, and more. I admit that women’s fiction is something I haven’t peeked at since mandatory Joyce Carol Oates, but this site is unpretentious, welcoming, and intimate without overextending itself.

A new book, Caring For Eleanor, will be available in hardcover through Heart Press in summer of 2011.

Sonia can also be followed on Twitter @SRumzi.


When It Raines, It Pours Blood

Published by ObscureWriter on July 19th, 2011

I head down a set of stairs from a room unknown to me.

Where am I? I ask myself. It’s dark and I am without a torch. Oh Lord, I’m scared. I stop on what appears to be the last step of the staircase. Again I ask myself: where am I? I slowly step off the last step.

Scared and tensed up. My limbs — dead weight — ache. I hear a noise. “Who’s there?” I call out, surrounded only by darkness. I can’t see. It’s too dark. I use my hands to feel my way along a wall. Tears start to seep from my eyes. The panic has begun to set in. It’s so cold. If it were light I’d be able to see my breath.

I come to what appears to be a door. I try to find the handle. A cold metal touch. Got it! I take a deep breath and push.

It’s locked.

I panic more. Wanting to give up. Wanting to scream out for help. I can hear a clock, distant, smothered. Like it’s in a black snowfall. I head towards the ticking using my hands across the wall to guide me. I feel a breeze where I stand. Blind hands feel. It’s a window. I could climb out if I open it. It’s locked as well. “Help me!” I cry out. “Please, this isn’t funny.” Tears filling my voice.

My foot catches an object as I move away from the window. I pick it up. It’s a brick. I go back to the window. Holding the brick tight I smash it against the window hoping it will break. No luck. Again I hit the window. Still nothing. One last time I get the brick and thrust it at the window. It cracks. I’m getting somewhere. Once more against the window. It breaks. Finally I can get out. I smash the rest of the glass out the window so I do not cut myself.

There’s a light outside I can see just a little. I turn around the room looks burnt out, mouldy and unclean. I turn back to the window and peer out. Not good. It’s an apartment block; I’m about twenty stories high. A door in the apartment opens and ten men in white suits enter. “Thank God you’re here! I’ve been trapped.”

They don’t speak or look at me. “Excuse me!” No answer. “Am I invisible?” Apathy stifles rage. “Will someone help me please?” I shout at them. Again no answer.

They talk amongst themselves. From upstairs, one states, “There’s a body up here.” Three men head towards the same staircase I walked down, still oblivious to me. I follow them up the staircase. It occurs to me this must be a dream. I’m going to wake up soon. I reach the top of the stairs.

Blood rushes from my face. I feel helpless. I look at the body in horror. My eyes begin to fill up with tears. It’s me. My body. I’m dead. Its over.

Raine Evans is a crime writer from the UK. He runs Writers United on Facebook and can also be found on Twitter @raine_evans and Writers United.

If you would like to collaborate with Raine, or leave a small tip for him for this story “Darkness Unknown”, his PayPal/email address is evans.raine at Gmail.


Monsters and Vice, And Yet Something Nice: That’s What Thomas Smith’s Made Of

Published by ObscureWriter on July 19th, 2011

England.

It rains all the time.
Cheese, crackers and wine.
A hot cup of tea,
some honey, a bee.
Eating fish and chips,
lives a life on your hips.
Let’s go see the queen,
palace gardens open and green.
The capital’s cool,
and here’s the village fool.
So come see our land,
we’ll start up the band,
for England is sweet,
ask the countries we meet.

- from “The Amusing Musings of Thomas “Smokey” Smith

There’s a duality to Thom Smith that I like.

There’s just something so simple about Thom Smith’s poetic writing that it’s a welcome change from smothering skeins of symbols within symbols. He means what he says, and doesn’t bother illustrating the corollary.

Yet his horror writing is intense, sinister, slathered in the occult, sublime misery, and gore.

Thom is the owner and editor-in-chief at Chupacabra Magazine, a British horror site with worldwide charm. I had the pleasure of doing a Ralph McCurdles spot for his site. The site has been on hiatus while Thom has been finalizing plans to come to the US, but the site is back this month.

Thom publishes an original horror fanzine of the same name. Readers can hope to find lines like this:

Gordon still could not believe he had located the painting and managed to purchase it. It was said that Micarre mixed his oils with the blood of innocents, whom he had slaughtered in violent, esoteric practices. Rumour had it that a small forensic sample taken from the piece attested to the horrifying claims. After the exhibition at the museum was ended, Gordon figured he would place the piece in his much coveted private collection amongst some original lithographs from a first edition of Dante’s La Divina Commedia, and other great hellish creations.

He stared at the painting, into the painting, trying desperately to capture the mind of the artist, the heretic, the murderer. He was fascinated by the contours, the textures, the hues, the monochromatic tints, all red and brown, black and grey. Gordon wasn’t deterred one bit by the macabre media used; in fact, it compelled him to study the great master’s work further, beginning with Gehenna.

Seven by four feet, it hung on the contrasting plain, white wall, cordoned off by rope, and watched over by two monitored CCTV cameras; a measure which had to be taken after a religious fanatic had attempted to slash the canvas with a knife. The security guard who had wrestled the vandal to the ground later publically claimed he had been an instant too late, and the vandal had reached the painting, almost splitting the canvas
in two…

Thom can be found on Facebook at his personal page and Chupacabra Magazine, and on Twitter. And of course there is ChupacabraMag.info. From what I understand, Thom is working on some big announcements this week, so if you check out these links, you’ll be ready for the news!

Support Thomas’s poetry career with a purchase of The Amusing Musings of Thomas Smith:

Or help advance his horror career with a purchase of Chupacabra Magazine #1:


The price is listed in British pounds but Thom and PayPal will gladly accept other currencies. Thanks for reading and we’ll have more writer profiles coming soon!


Charlie Nitric: Hi-Octane, No-Methane Writing For Men (and Women)

Published by ObscureWriter on July 19th, 2011

I enjoy finding established writers who aren’t quite household names yet, but deserve to be. The good ones can snap you awake like an air raid siren, or put you in a trance like illegal hypnosis.

One such Charlie Nitric is a WordPress.com blogger. Sometimes he joyfully throws his words and ideas around like unexploded ordnance, but at other times he writes thoughtfully, touched like anyone else by the darker moments in life.

Charlie is a down-to-earth writer whose priority isn’t stuffing up an RSS feed, or making sure he features every obscure social sharing service from Acevim to Zoopin. As he says in his post “S.O.S. Blogger in Crisis Mode!”:

RSS feed; “wtfructose” is that? I am so frustrated with wasting time trying to figure out how and why and where and for what reasons; I’m not writing instead about 1,000 real life experiences that most people would never dream of. Most people are not programmed for these types of adventures. I do get that one.

Some are hilarious, some are scary, some are amazing, some are romantic, some are dangerous, and some are just crazy-wild! Some are not within your wildest imaginations!

I can turn a simple visit to the supermarket into an event you will never forget; a situation where you will burst out into total and uncontrollable laughter months and years later when you recall the situation. With company or flying solo, images and words and scenes flash through my mind at lightning speed. What doesn’t shine in my mind at all is technology. Not one bit. The bottom line is this: SOS – HELP WANTED!

 

When he writes, he doesn’t submit mincy entries that slavishly worship the 250-1000 word SEO limit. Instead, he sets up his prose as if he’s handing you a pitcher of beer, a plate of ribs, and setting down a page of his works, still in a 50-pound heavy old typewriter, on your lap; Charlie encourages his readers to stay a while, and stay they do. Whether you get rib-tickled by the snorts and charges of a red-blooded American bull through Manhattan, or if you tend to go for the heartstrings, it’s all here.

Visit Charlie Nitric at http://charlienitric.wordpress.com or follow him on Twitter: http://twitter.com/charlienitric.


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