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Writer’s Interviews Archive

Jason Michel Interviews Jodi MacArthur

Jodi MacArthur is one of the finest underground horror writers on the net today. Her stories ooze originality & ideas.*The Mistress Of The Macabre Speaks! * 

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Fiction#June 2010

Diamonds Inc’ By U.V. Ray

Norton saw a spider crawling across his desk. He bought down his glass of Scotch and crushed it. He buzzed his secretary and said, “Send in Offenbach .”

Offenbach came in and leaned his black umberella against the wall in the corner of the room. He adjusted his suit and sat down in the leather chair opposite Norton, crossing his legs.

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Fiction#Apr/May/10

May 2010

 And The Music Lives On by u.v.ray
It had been boiling that morning. And later on, when a summer thunderstorm shattered the tense atmosphere, the rain immediately evaporated upon contact with the still hot asphalt. No money left. No smokes. No drink. I was out of almost everything.But I did still have some luck left. Continue reading Fiction#Apr/May/10

Fiction#Feb/Mar/10

 Two Flash Fiction Pieces From Jelena Vencl Ohlrogge

Metamorphoses

Jeff was looking at a tiny cockroach in his living room. The cockroach was looking back at Jeff with its Parisian blue eyes.

Jeff thought he was dreaming, because roaches do not have blue eyes. Or, do they? Jeff was trying to fill his blank thoughts with something. Anything. He was holding his breath, frozen in time, hesitating to stomp on the roach.

Fiction#Dec/Jan09

The Streets By Jason Michel

It started in the streets. Doesn’t everything ?
Revolutions. Pop culture. Real change.
In the pavement cracks. Widening. A concrete gash. People tripping. Stubbed toes. Scuffed leather boots. Grandmothers with broken legs.
Tarmac bending. Tyres screeching. Airbags unleashed.
Fibres pushing through pavements. That mad green fuse.
We tried to trim them. Yet every cut brought a tougher tendril. Vines pierced fundaments. Entwined lamp posts. Buildings creaked under the creeping onslaught. As they fell we all saw the blossoms in the dust clouds.Opening buds. Spewing airborne seeds from coast to cold coast.

Introducing Gemma Nye By James Hilton

When she first walked in the bar, Adrian ’s eyes had followed her from the Continue reading Fiction#Dec/Jan09

PMM’s Guide To Modern Life#1

Don’t Get Angry, Get Confusin’! By Jason Michel

“I’m not confused. I’m just well mixed.” – Robert FrostOne of the best ways to combat the petty (remember “petty” comes from the French “petite” meaning small) that trample their insecurities in front of us in our already pitiful day-to-day working existence is the good ol’ Confusion Continue reading PMM’s Guide To Modern Life#1