#day5 #31daysofhorror “Final Girls” by Riley Sager

Premise: The media labels female survivors of horrific massacres as Final Girls. Quincy, Sam and Lisa are different in every way except they each survived their own brush with death. When Lisa dies, Sam is unexpectedly impacted. When fellow survivor, Quincy, shows up out of the blue to shake up her world, Sam stills reliving…

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Astro City (Black Web Series): Ep 2 Act 3

ACT 3, SCENE 1 INT: RISE: AME CHURCH – BASEMENT/SOUP KITCHEN – DAY Focus on MAYOR APOSTOLOU has his face buried in his hands. He grunts in pain. A worker walks into the kitchen area and hands OMAR BUTLER a bottle of water. OMAR shoos the worker away so he and the MAYOR are alone…

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Sample Chapter of my latest novel

Prologue      Sometimes, Jake Patterson dreamed of normal things. He dreamed himself a cowboy riding through Western plains, a spaceman on galactic missions, or a soldier dodging bullets in battle. He dreamed of things lost and longed for; of faraway destinations; of experiences he could never have. But this dream was unlike any other. It…

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A Very Belated Halloween Treat

Sometimes things don’t work out the way we want them to. I initially had another post ready to drop on Halloween (last month), but there was a snag in the process. I do hope that eventually that treat will be released soon. Day 31 of my #31daysofhorror reviews passed a while ago. During #31daysofhorror, I…

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Bone Tomahawk: An M.J. Cross Review

The Story: A small-town sherriff leads a posse into a desolate region to rescue people who were abducted by a cannibalistic indigenous clan. I’m not terribly familiar with Western Horror novels or films. I imagine its about ghosts, coal mines, railroads, murder, and yes – cowboys and Indians. 2015’s Bone Tomahawk focuses on the later…

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Will Bad Hair be our next Get Out? A M.J Cross Review

The Story: Terror strikes when a woman’s new hair weave seems to take on a life of its own. (Google) It’s a concept that most women, majority black, would understood. My mother, a cosmetologist, would always say beauty was pain. I remember the smells of relaxers and chemicals and the sound of blow dryers in…

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