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Warning: Teddy is a sick, twisted little tale about a teddy bear (sort of) that I wrote for an anthology. It didn't quite fit and was rejected (Sniffle, Sniffle, Sob, Sob - Just kidding around. It is what it is, the life of a writer right and rejections are a major part of it) so after spending more hours than I care to admit on this story and having it edited, I'm posting it here for lack of anything better to do with it. I hope you all enjoy it. ;P "Teddy" by Quinn Cullen Standing outside of the unusual shop, he was trying to decide whether to enter. The man was not as the average patron that frequented this kind of boutique but as he gazed up and down the street afraid that someone might recognize him, he certainly resembled that sort of sleazy clientele: looking rather disreputable as he pulled the collar of his blazer up around his head. He grasped the brim of his hat and tugged the Indiana Jones style headgear down as far as he could in an at

I received a notice on Face Book, an invite to check out Stacey Turner's Face Book author page. I am a huge fan of Stacey's writing as well as her editorial skills, so naturally I immediately head over there. When I clicked on her link, Read My Book, it brought me to a list of books available on Amazon that includes stories written by Stacey. At the bottom of this list, a book titled, Rymfire Erotica caught my attention. It includes Stacey's short story, Martin. Not having had the pleasure of reading this story, on Stacey's merits alone, I bought the book, down loaded it to my Kindle for PC and began reading. I cannot speak of the other stories in Rymfire Erotica, not yet, not until I've read them. I will read them all and review them as well but I was compelled to write this review for Stacey. Erotica and horror are genres that I dabble in; but Stacey's story took me by surprise. If what you are looking for is basic pornography; tactless erotica; the

Tyr Kieran will terrify you beyond your wildest imagination! Diagnosis: FEAR short story horror fiction by Tyr Kieran - Free Read

In his superbly written tale, Blood Related, William Cook graces his readers with a horrifying glimpse into the dark mind of a psychopathic killer. Pick up your copy today and never venture out in the dark alone again! http://www.amazon.com/Blood-Related-ebook/dp/B006QG1WA4/ref=sr_1_1_title_0_main?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1342597925&sr=1-1&keywords=blood+related+william+cook

Read the next chapter in The Master of Horror, Blaze McRob's incredible on line novel, it's amazing! Blaze McRob's Tales Of Horror: THE MISTS OF PAPOOSE POND-CHAPTER THIRTY TWO : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UtXLfgxkdpo Here is my Terror Tuesday for this week. Ed steps up to the plate big time this week and g...

All of you authors out there check this out. This promises to be an out of this world anthology! Angelic Knight Press: NO PLACE LIKE HOME: TALES FROM A FRACTURED FUTURE : Stacey came up with a super idea for an anthology at Angelic Knight Press. I did the old copy and paste thingy so you could see what ...

The Master of Horror strikes again! Blaze McRob's Tales Of Horror: DOUBLE SHADOWS :   This is my Friday Fright for Dark Media City this week. The prompt was "down a dark alley." I hope it blows your mind out of the w...

Halo of the Damned by Dina Rae is exemplary writing. With well-defined characters, a plot that is gripping, fast paced and infectious it leaves the reader with no option other than to forge ahead within this tale of a world infiltrated by God's banished; the fallen angels and the demonic minions they've created, human worshipers and Satan. At the center of it all, are three courageous women: Joanna, Kim and Kim's daughter Maria. After the death of their mother Lydia Easterhouse, Joanna and Kim discover that their mother led a secret life. The Easterhouse offspring are strong, brave, able and willing to do whatever it takes when faced with having to deal with the cunning and evil Andel Talistokov, also known as Armaros. Andel's assistant Marcus is to Andel what Renfield was to Dracula, only a bit more humorous and pathetic. It's hard not to pity him. The pint-sized spitfire Maria will steal your heart. I must mention the handsome charismatic Tony and but i

Litha ( Mid Summer ) All Hail the Glory Of Bright Mid summers Day We bid you welcome to our stead ... We enjoin you to come and stay Come take a sup from Cerridwin's Caldron Come Dance tonight with the Fae, All Hail to our Father Lugh ... Whose merry child awaits him All Hail to the Great Mother Frigga Our White Lady of Summers whim All Hail Balder the blessed child Of light both bright and dim Blessings be on this longest day To all who come within

Come One! Come All! The experience of a lifetime awaits! Jerry read the tasteless billboard ad from the comfort of his office chair. Every year the Masquerade Ball blew into town on the tail skirts of the Catskills Circus and every year a tacky slogan advertising the event stared him in the face from across the street.   He'd never attended. He couldn't be seen at an event as sissy-like as that; not a tough guy like him. But this ad was different. As he ogled the billboard it became clear to him, this picture was more sensual, sexy and erotic than any before it and the theme this year was to hide your identity behind a grotesque mask, not a frilly, pretty or handsome one. There would be dancing, gourmet food, alcohol, gorgeous men, women, and sex, lots of uninhibited hot sex. On the stroke of midnight, not before, the masks would come off revealing the identities of those in attendance. He started to think he just might have been missing something. That perhaps this ye

Perched on the widow’s walk overlooking Rockland Harbor, Amanda peered into the twilight. Mother Nature was angry. The ocean roiled violently, and the horizon blazed; ignited by the explosion of lightning bolts against its onyx backdrop. Her husband Tad feared heights. He never joined her here high above sea level. She didn't care, she enjoyed the solitude. Amanda watched Tad scramble below boarding up the lighthouse windows, securing against the wrath of the late autumn nor’easter. Crazy bitch , he thought as he spotted her. Sick and tired of her, Tad just couldn’t deal with her looniness any longer. Assuring him of her sanity, she begged him to believe her, insisting she had the visions ever since she could remember, only they had become more vivid and happened more often. Tad accused her of suffering from delusions and hallucinations. She agreed to see her doctor to prove him wrong; get him off her back. In addition, she enjoyed her time with Dr. Kirkland; he listened to

Mrs. Collins paced, the scowl on her face revealing her frustration. "I'm a failure. They'll let me go now for sure. How could this have happened?" She muttered, glaring at Danika. "You're a disappointment young lady. You not only let me down, you disgraced the entire school." Until now, Danika had not said a word. She merely sat watching Mrs. Collins, head mistress of Mystic Creek Manor, an institution for the gifted. She expected her to spontaneously combust at any moment. "I'm sorry Mrs. Collins. I promise to behave from now on." Danika stared at the floor, her long jet-black hair shielding her face. "May I go back to my room now? Please." "No. Your parent's are on their way. They'll help clean this mess up." "You called them?" Danika uttered. "Of course I did. You do understand the seriousness of this don't you Danika?" Her sapphire eyes still fixed on the floor, D