Tag: Appalachian horror

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It’s Appalachia January for me! I really love that region of the country, and would like to get to know it better. But for now, here’s what I’ve been reading.

Madame Cruller’s Couch by Elizabeth Massie at Stooges in Jackson MO with an Old Fashioned. Subtitle is apt: Dark and Bizarre Tales.

Brother by Ania Ahlborn at Walker’s Bluff (again) with a Blackberry Whiskey Lemonade. Just when you think it’s gotten as dark as it’s going to get, guess what? It gets darker. For me, Ahlborn is one of the scariest writers out there right now.

Blacktop Wasteland by S.A. Cosby at Walker’s Bluff with a Black Rose cocktail — a high octane heartbreak of a book. I’m actually about two chapters from finishing it. I’m slowing down because the high speed making me race too fast!
NOTE: OK. I finished it. Might be the best last sentence ever.

Happy reading! Read horror! Read flash fiction!

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So, I did something dumb today. I completely missed the driveway as I backed my truck into the spot, and got it stuck but good in the mud between the driveway parking space and the sidewalk. I don’t have an explanation.

Yes, I do. It was aliens.

So I came inside and made this reel from the story A Bedtime Story, from the book Better You Believe: A Collection of Horror by Tony Evans. I met Tony briefly at Scares That Care/AuthorCon in Williamsburg, Virginia last year. He’s part of the Appalachian horror writers’ scene. This story is one of my favorites in the collection. I hope you like my pseudo-spooky reading of it!