SUNDAY SPECIAL: Dr. Kim Paffenroth and the Living Dead
I had the pleasure of chatting with Dr. Kim Paffenroth, Bram Stoker Award Winning author and theological scholar. We talked about his love of all things zombie, his new novel, and the forces behind his analysis of  George Romero’s beloved zombie films. LT:   Tell our readers a little about your love of zombies, and what lead you to

WHAT IS IT DEAR? By T.J. Tesch
Harold J. Rowch took his arm away from his eyes and let them adjust to the florescent lights…. The frilly little light fixture his wife had had him put up in the living room was bright as hell.   It was so hard to take a damn nap with that woman always needing something. And whatever it was that she wanted, it could wait till later…   The game was about to start! Harry nestled his back deeper into the recesses of the couch and sighed, he had just closed his eyes when the voice came again.   “Harry!”   “What is it dear!” Harry yelled back, trying to make himself heard throughout the house. He did not want to get u

HEAVY THOUGHTS: By Joshua Scribner
I wanted to thank you for all you’ve done.  That’s the main reason I’ve stopped by.  Sorry I had to restrain you, but I wanted to make sure you heard me out.   I was truly a mess.  Every little thing would get to me.  My wife gave me a dirty look and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.  I’d end up yelling at her, blaming her for every thing that was wrong with my life.   The kids would make noise, and I’d immediately lose my train of thought.  I’d try to get it back, but would only be able to think of how inconsiderate they were, how I provided the house they live in and the food they ate, but they didn’t care enough about me to keep it down

HER FACE FRAMED BY FLOWERS: By Doug McIntire
She looked so peaceful, lying in a bed of flowers, the red tulips framing her face. The contrast of her dark skin against the petals was striking. I thought she might be Korean, a young girl of eleven or twelve, though I couldn’t swear to her heritage. And I would never know – not if I had anything to say about it. But I had to act quickly. The sun was setting and I was running out of time.   I took out a large wooden stake and placed the point of it against her chest. She remained still, completely undisturbed until the smash of a large hammer projected the stake instantly through her heart. She rose up out of the coffin as if the stake had been an adrenaline shot and h

EYES: By Lori Titus
The Marradith Ryder Series Part 52 Rafael is an ass, Will thought. There’s no way around it. Rafael came down to question Will about the surveillance surrounding Ryder House. He wanted new protocols enforced that would record, time, and catalog any movements around the house. “Are you really asking me to tighten the perimeter scan, or do you want me to watch Marradith?” Will asked. “I can do it, but that presents challenges. You know that she can control…electrical things.” “I need to know how she managed to sneak off the estate and no one noticed, until she was already gone for hours.” Will took a breath in, measuring his r