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Blog postWe moved on from that chain, stepping underneath a canopy of others that hung in odd patterns from the stonework perhaps a foot from the ceiling. Yuki Led the way, going on and on about how exciting the place was. Me? I was getting a creepy vibe from the tunnel as we walked, my light sweeping over the cobweb-strewn ground. In the dust and grime of the forgotten structure, our footprints were the only ones that I could see. The further in we walked, slowly descending a set of stairs that crunc
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Blog postIt all started about twelve years ago, when Yuki and I were climbing in the Colorado mountains, near the Grizzly Peaks. It was summer, and the snow was melting in a slow but determined fashion, creating a warm, if not misty, view of the valleys below us. The mists billowed down around us as we scaled the near sheer cliffs in our ever-present need to see where we could reach in the heights of the local wilderness. We’d been dating for maybe two years at that point, and had been engaged for a l
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Blog postBeen a bit, hasn't it? Apologies, I've been a tad bit busy. Hopefully you all enjoyed the Eladrin: Dawn series I previewed here, I'll be submitting the novel around for once I finish it up. Onto better news! Some anthologies I have had the pleasure to be involved with have been released, and I've just been too busy to take note of! First we have the one I helped curate, choosing the stories myself from a select group of authors that I have read and find to be great at weaving a tapestry of t<
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Blog post<-------------Previous Beyond his mixed morning, Melfice was in a decent mood as he hooked his grimoire chain to his belt. He’d gotten his morning tea, had a small breakfast from the remaining sliced chicken and cold rolls of bread, and even prepared a new rotation of incantations for the coming day.
And it wasn’t even ten in the morning yet!
He’d had entertainment in the morning as he’d enjoyed his first cup of herbal blend, in the form of a now sparkling clean (and overly -
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The following morning had a low, icy fog greet them as they lazily rose from the scattered cots. Elena and Skelly were up first, the former complaining of how the Wayshrine reeked of tobacco, the later reminding the young priestess that smoking wasn’t a sin.
“It should be!” She spat, gathering her bathing essentials from her satchel. “Wrecked his health, stinks wherever we go… and the things are expensive!”
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Blog postFor those interested in any of my writing or my writing style, feel free to tune in Tuesday, September 15th at 10:30 PM EST/9:30 PM CST to the Panic Room Radio Show (click here to be whisked away!). I'll be a guest along with a few other authors who were involved in the Horror Zine's Book of Ghost Stories! They even have a call in number to where you could ring us and ask anything you are interested in, though I do ask to keep it related to writing and horror.
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Next-----------------> They stayed the night at the Wayshrine. Melfice was convinced due to the Rafael's kindness, shown despite his own poor opinion of the man. While the large room was par for the course when it came to free housing, the food was quite good, as well as bountiful. The food was simple but wholesome. Melfice tore into a cold roll slathered in melted cheese as Skelly and Rafael spoke of older times. All the others had fallen asleep hours ago, -
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Next------------------> Whereas the lone tavern on the roadside was a fine example of a community coming together to create a place for others to come together at, Czermoon was an example of when a town should be shuttered and left to rot.
Walking past the crumbling low wall, composed of poorly weighted clay bricks that seemed to direly need a mason, a rather common sight greeted the group on Eladrin, at least for travelers.
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Blog post<---------Previous Next----------> “So,” Wheeze began, gazing down the path splitting the snowy fields. “We be huntin’ a Marques… and we jus’ fought some. Call it a day, tell the lord fella the buggers didn’ have nothin’ worth looting. Not even much of a lie, truth be told.”
“No!” Elena insisted, unrolling the bandages from Skelly as they all broke down their camp. “Who knows what kind of mischief
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Next Chapter---------------> Melfice struggled as the arcane energy rocketed through him, his body acting as a magnifying lens for the pure destructive power he was unleashing towards the Marques and the towering Render. The spell itself resembled a swarm of fiery orbs, each roughly the size of a plum, that radiated blinding light and intense heat. The spheres fly soundlessly, save for the low hum of power that seemed to resonate in one’s teeth, as if -
Blog post<------------Previous Chapter Next Chapter------------------> Eladrin: Dawn Chapter Five Marques were annoying pests to most people. The size of a human toddler, with long, lean limbs of corded muscle and enormous hands and feet, they were almost comical in appearance. Their torsos were pot-bellied, usually bare to the elements because of their general disdain for clothing, they could shift pigments in their bodies on a subconscious level to allow them to blend into their surroundings l
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Next Chapter---------------> Eladrin: Dawn Chapter Four Camping… was a novel experience for Melfice.
He’d trained in some rugged terrain, that was true, but that was because the Basalt Tower was located high in the mountains north of Horinta, an expansive trade city all shared that the races of Eladrin. That being said, he rarely ever trained outside the safety and warmth of the enchanted black structure rising from the cliffs overlooking the r -
Blog post<-------------Previous Chapter Next Chapter-----------> Eladrin: Dawn Chapter Three By Nicholas Paschall Melfice’s pounding headache did little to aid his foul mood as he wrapped his scarf around his neck for the third loop.
The thick wool was amazing and had a runic tag attached to it that made it heat for thirty seconds out of every minute. His favorite graduation gift from his Master when the apprenticeship had ended, though the bottle of Everchill he’d been smuggled had bee -
Blog post<----------Previous Chapter Next Chapter----------------> Eladrin: Dawn Chapter Two By Nicholas Paschall Melfice frowned into his drink as the strange man walked to the center of the table and to dump his gathered scrolls out in a messy pile. He looked tired, ringed eyes behind worn spectacles, a leather overcoat wet from the frosty winds outside, a small dagger sheathed on his belt with fresh clean leather straps. Not the man to handle a weapon enough to leave sweat stains over the han
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Blog postNext Chapter-------> Eladrin: Dawn Chapter One By Nicholas Paschall The interior of the tavern was loud, people laughing and drinking, thick plumes of smoke from long pipes and the clinks of silver coins being tossed about as many card games played out. Older veterans traded stories they’d all shared with each other a hundred times before, while tavern maids walked about with great platters bearing mugs of frothy Peppered Mead for any to take for a few copper pence.
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Blog postHard pings of rain bounce off the old tin roof that cover us, the small tool shed our fortress for the time being. We’d been running for hours, the damn Locos on our tail the entire time. It took out Ramirez first when we were digging the hole in the ground for the pool. We must have woken it up.
Or freed it from its burial plot.
Either way, it was after the rest of us now. Long and black, with mottled flesh pockmarked with disease, and a head twisted all around, the lower jaw -
Blog postReaching into my side pouch, I examine the body before me. A man, his leg cut wide by an errant machete swing while harvesting sugarcane in the fields. The man had grown ill over the course of five hours since his act of misfortune, leaving him feverish and clammy, delusional to the outside world. His wife had called me in, wheedling me for information that could save his life while still trying to observe the rites and observances according to the traditions of our people. I try to assure he
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Blog postFor previous installment, click here! The far wall caved in from something heavy hitting it, the whole vehicle rolling down an incline. Medical supplies flew about the high top as Ben was thrown into the refrigerated cabinet. The interior went dark as Ben was thrown to cold earth below.
Not the carpeted floor of the high top, but the uneven slope of dry grass.
Ben’s patient was gone. He now sat alone, a bitter chill washing over him. A familiar chill, one that made Ben’s stoma -
Blog postYou look like you been eatin’ from a bucket of lemons boy,” William drawled, sucking on his cigarette. Ben rolled his eyes but didn’t respond. William must have taken this as permission to continue as he did. “Don’ see why you be so upset, you don’ have ta drive the fuckin’ thing.”
Ben, the larger of the two paramedics, looked askance at William. The older Creole didn’t seem to care that they were waiting for the hand-me-down ambulance that they were slated to drive for the foreseeabl -
Blog postScott sniffed as he shouldered his rifle, crouched low in the high reeds of the mighty Mullica, eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of his elusive quarry. He and Mike had been out in the chill of the Pine Barrens for the past two hours, having witnessed the sunrise some thirty minutes ago as they waited for signs of activity amidst the duck community so prevalent in this river.
“Why haven’t they flown yet?” Mike whispered to Scott, his long hair tied back in a loose ponytail, his w
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Night Terrors Vol. 5: Short Horror Stories Anthology
Oct 26, 2020
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David Turton,
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Bryan Wolford,
Peter Cronsberry,
Nicholas Paschall,
Matias Travieso-Diaz,
Karl Melton,
Richard Beauchamp,
Robert Douglas,
Mark Towse,
Justin Boote,
Samuel Thomas Fraser,
Sam Lesek,
Drew Starling,
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Feb 17, 2016
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Rob Smales,
R.L. Ugolini,
Sydney Leigh,
James Pratt,
Grant Cross,
Chris Robertson
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Sep 9, 2013
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Matt Drabble,
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Adam Millard,
Jeani Rector,
K. Trap Jones,
Steve Wenta,
Chris Robertson
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Creepy Campfire Quarterly
Jan 19, 2016
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Sylvia Greenwich,
Gregory Norris,
John Stevens,
Nicholas Paschall,
M.B. Vujacic,
Robert Stahl,
John Teel,
Jennifer Word,
Theresa Huffman
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Demonic Visions 50 Horror Tales Book 2
Dec 16, 2013
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Matt Drabble,
Adam Millard,
Joe McKinney,
Jeani Rector,
Sydney Leigh,
Mark Slade,
K. Trap Jones,
Patrick Freivald,
Steve Wenta,
Chris Robertson
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