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About Sam Rebelein
Sam Rebelein is a graduate of the MFA in Creative Writing Program at Goddard College. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Bourbon Penn, Shimmer Magazine, The Rappahannock Review, The Macabre Museum, Planet Scumm, and elsewhere. His work will be anthologized in Ellen Datlow's Best Horror of the Year this fall. He lives in New York and on Twitter @HillaryScruff.
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Imagine walking through a dark museum. A painting, basking in the soft light from a sconce, catches your eye. You approach, drawn in by its unparalleled beauty and raw power. Standing there in front of the painting, you are mesmerized, changed in some profound way.
This is the feeling The Macabre Museum aims to evoke in its readers. Each piece we publish, whether it be fiction, poetry, or art, promises to claw at your heart and lie festering in your soul. Our art, like all good art, is timeless, has staying power, and is terrifying in its beauty.
These pages are filled with a mix of fantasy, science fiction, and the unclassifiable, featuring writers both established and new. Stories from Bourbon Penn have been reprinted in anthologies including The Year's Best Weird Fiction and The Year's Best Dark Fantasy and Horror, won the 2018 Aurealis award for Best Fantasy Short Story, and been recommended by Locus magazine.
The blade slashes then plunges deep into trembling flesh…then the bodies hit the floor.
They stalk their prey from deep in the menacing shadows, poised and ready to strike at the penultimate moment. Their victims unexpectant, unaware, until they wake in dark rooms, dank basements, or on chilly floors stained with the rotting blood of other hapless victims. The stench fills their nostrils and permeates their pores, the bile rising up in their burning throats. They scream and try to escape, but all attempts are futile. Fear dances like spiders down their spines as they hear ominous footsteps approaching—their eyes spread wide in horror as they realize the end is near.
Let the Bodies Hit the Floor is the latest series from Sinister Smile Press, the creators of The Better Off Dead series. These volumes bring you the very best in horror/slasher/stalker/serial killer crime fiction. The more vicious and bloodier, the better. So, put on your pee-pee pants, because you’re in for one hell of a dark, sinister journey.
A Pile of Bodies, A Pile of Heads – Let the Bodies Hit the Floor, Volume 1
Contains stories by Mike Marcus, David Rider, Brian Asman, Bridgett Nelson, Dev Jarrett, K. Mason, Sam Rebelein, Jonathan Rae Rivera, Nick Roberts, R.A. Clarke, Jen Ellwyn, and Ali Seay.
Fifteen Smells For $12.99 is an eclectic mix of sketches and short stories, ranging from the literary to the darkly humorous to the sick bizarre. Within these pages, you'll find ghosts, dreams, new floors, vomit, imaginary little girls, passive-aggressive Christmas cards, and more.
Sam Rebelein is a graduate of the MFA in Creative Writing program at Goddard College. His work has appeared in Bourbon Penn, Shimmer Magazine, The Rappahannock Review, The Macabre Museum, and elsewhere. He lives in New York and on Twitter @HillaryScruff.
Dennis Needs A Cigarette:
Some Sketches and Some Plays
Whether they're yelling at clouds, burying ex-husbands outside of town, or running from ghosts, the characters in these plays are sure to make you smile, shake your head, and go, "Boy, do I need a cigarette." Just like Dennis! Nice!
Dennis Needs A Cigarette contains four ten-minute plays by Sam Rebelein, as well as a collection of brief comedy sketches, each more bizarre than the last. Within these pages, you'll find everything from alien invasions to Christmas elves to Satanic rituals to mysterious fart noises. Sound like a lot? Don't worry. It all makes sense in: Dennis Needs A Cigarette: Some Sketches and Some Plays.
Black Fanged Thing, by Sam Rebelein
January was a shit month. It never snowed. Sun barely came out of hiding. Instead, a death-cold rain dripped endlessly. Mist curled inwards from the fringes of the woods. It covered the town for weeks, as Christmas decorations slowly drifted back into garages and basements. Everything here, just off-road of the Connecticut wine trail, lived for the fall. (4800 words, Jan 2/2018)
An Incomplete Catalogue of Miraculous Births, or, Secrets of the Uterus Abscondita, by Rebecca Campbell
Mary Toft is in the garden on an August morning rich with bees. Five months along, her belly presses against the rough linen of her skirt while one hand curves protectively around it, half support, half caress. She thinks: This time next year, what will she be? And after that? In the corner of her eye she glimpses a child—like a ghost, or a prefigure--running through the morning from the kitchen door to the garden wall.
Me, Waiting for Me, Hoping For Something More, by Dee Warrick
I’m aware that there is an extra set of stairs in the basement that doesn’t usually exist. Behind the big silver ventilation pipes, past the row of tenants’ bikes parked down here until springtime: a long, dark hole framed by rusted banisters, stone steps leading thereinto. And I think I might be the only one who can see the new stairs.
Held, by Ian O'Reilly
Madu is a satchel who is in love with Eliza, who is a woman and who is also a princess. Sometimes Madu thinks of herself as a girl, and sometimes she thinks of himself as a boy, and at other times all she thinks is that she is just another thing that Eliza carries around with her. That’s okay because sometimes Eliza thinks of herself as a warrior princess who sometimes thinks she is a girl, and sometimes Eliza thinks she is neither of these things but a piece of flotsam on a swollen river, or a movable bank account beholden either to her parents or her job or the State.