Our Lord Weathercock by Mr. Binger

Our Lord Weathercock shares the regional mythology of a damned Southern Wisconsin town. This story of cults, monsters and home-schooled magicians emulates Luke 17:26 – “And as it was in the days of Noah, so shall it be also in the days of the Son of man.“

There are new gods and this is where they manifest. Here in Wister Town, a retired farmer is harassed by a coven of aspiring juvenile witches. His name is Bill De Corbin and the arthritic man spends an inexplicably warm winter alone in his small house. Trouble comes to him when pubescent children vandalize his backyard and steal his keepsake weather vane. This being where the tale is told, Mr. De Corbin concludes he needs a monster to scare away the thieving brats. Bill researches Dark Magic at the public library and he speaks with the Cult of Hathor. The old man does get his monster and the young coven knows. They go to his house and confront him. This begins the end of them all.

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Printed Pocketbook available at LuLu.

 

I’m Glad This Was Free

I’m just going to say this. I’m sick of critics who have nothing more to say than “I’m glad this was free.” My terse reply are rhetorical questions. I ask “Is this going anywhere, ma’am or sir? Are we going anywhere together? Because if you’re not giving me directions, get off my fraking bus!” And I don’t want to hear people screaming “But we’re heading straight for a cliff!” Shut up, because that’s where I’m driving. I intend to take every soul to Hell. No, I don’t share the interests of Crowley of Lavey , I just want to show you the scenery. My tour guide skills are just a bit novel.

Whereas I do appreciate negative criticism – I do and it tempers my undeserved narcissism – conscientious critics must have something to tell me other than “I’m glad this was free.” That comment is simply not very helpful. In fact, it sounds full of spite. Hey, I’m not the guy that ruined you’re life. I’m something different altogether. Perhaps wholly unpleasant but I wanna be. Readers get my stories for free because they are so roughly polished. I am aware of that fact, if not blunted against being cautious and never publishing my own stuff. I’m an admitted amateur.

I’d love a higher station, but to date no one has come forward to help me and proofread my writing. I don’t have an editor, either. I’ve got no one. Those advantages seem confined to professionals who demand payment. I certainly can’t afford to pay someone. I did that with Pazuzu Book One at Llumina and we see how even that came out. Yeah – don’t read Book One. It’s the second revision of merely the first half my Pazuzu Trilogy. I’m now upon the Ninth Revision of the complete story and it reads sooo much better.

My short stories are not so polished. They are tales I myself have no expectation will make any money – even if each might find themselves as books to some contemporary Satanic bible. They’ve been my practice. Those are my sketches of evil in Southern Wisconsin and its tendrils across the United States. I hoped Lovecraft fans would enjoy them, but I’m wrong. Sorry, although I will not apologize. Whereas Kolob and Teegeeack are not my worlds, neither is much of anything that’s oozed out of New England. I love to go to sight-seeing, though, and I read Lovecraft, but he is but an attraction – a distraction. I’ve got my own house to build and I’m using what’s available to me – all that clutter I’ve collected in forty-plus years. It’s gotta go somewhere. And like anyone hanging paintings in their own home, I got a good idea where everything will hang.

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Why should you read my story? How to open the door into supernatural power…

Why should you read my story? I say it’s a fantasy-horror story and the reaction is immediately lukewarm. I’ve said it’s fiction about the 99% and the 1% – it’s about terrorists, the messiah and Armageddon and no one cares. I’ve even stated I’m renewing Dante’s Underworld tours and taking readers straight through the Hellmouth at Saint Erasmus and the reaction has been “Meh.” I just don’t think people understand my epic. You folks don’t “get it.”

Well, you’re breaking me down. I’m gonna run myself into ruin before my story sets fire in minds. Desperate, here’s yet another insight. It’s a woozy, a revelation even.

Here’s the secret – how to open the door into supernatural power. I can’t tell you specifically what power you will gain. That’s something for you to wish for. But all you have to do is listen to this track 58 times. It’s called The Exalted Pazuzu Trilogy. Listen while you read my Pazuzu Trilogy – all 55 chapters including the Preface, Interlude and Epilogue. You can listen to other things simultaneously, but keep this track playing in the background.

The Exalted Pazuzu Trilogy

You must finish each chapter within the 44 minutes of the track. If you can’t do that, then you need to improve your reading skills. And you’re in luck because this excerise will help, once you find the rhythm and you learn to pace your reading. So, not only do you have a way to open a door into the supernatural, but you’ve got yourself a training regiment. Either way you look at it, my Pazuzu Trilogy will expand your mind. Just keep your hands in the car.

The Exalted Pazuzu Trilogy is a heavily re-sampled, public domain recording of Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D-Minor. The other sounds are built from samples in public domain or under Creative Commons Attribution 3.0. Those samples are hosted at Sound Bible.

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They’re Not Dead

My books have recently been transformed with new revisions – now all told with a strictly Active Voice. Complete, I thought I’d apply the changes to my short stories. They’re easier to read then my original Pazuzu stories, but they are sub-par and won’t even be considered by professional publications. They’re not worth much, even upon eliminating the wretched Passive Voice once and for all, but it’s come to principle. I am trying hard. I hope readers see that. I hope I have readers…

Regardless, rewriting is what I’ve been doing and why I’ve been absent. The books are done. Now, to find a publisher. The short stories are in the process of regeneration. I’m combining all the shorts inside Horrid Tales of Wister Town and A Codex of Malevolence into one manuscript. I’ll split them again, but I want to edit them as one comprehensive whole. It’s working.

The stories won’t be available until I finish rewriting the complete manuscript. I hope that will be July 2012, but I won’t make a promise – small things like hunting income takes priority. In the meantime, you’re free to read the stories contained in Horrid Tales of Wister Town and A Codex of Malevolence. Once again, the current stories are in a Passive Voice. And because I’m rewriting them all, there will be changes. I only hope you’re not disappointed because the the next revision is SO good. It is weird, believable and scary stuff. I’m working so that it’s fast and easy to read. Seriously folks, I’m moving at aneurism-pace.

Premature Bibliography

I say premature because I pray my books aren’t stillborn. Most of my books are not published – although I’m lumping all three Pazuzu Trilogy books under the same title. Splitting apart the trilogy will make my unpublished versus self-published ratio 50/50. That seemed a fine point where I could take a breath and see where I’ve been.

I’ve got two groups – my Wister Town stories and the Pazuzu storyline. The stories set in the Midwest revolve around events in a small toenail of town in Southern Wisconsin called Wister Town – except my book Unction. All these books are the evolution of my short, Midwest-themed and loosely related horror stories. Those stories are compiled into two volumes – A Codex of Malevolence and Horrid Tales of Wister Town.

The Pazuzu Trilogy and Gaunt Rainbow share more than a town and mythology – Gaunt Rainbow revisits the fictional world of the Shur desert 30 years after heathens destroy the Chosen’s Capital (that’s not a typo, the walled city is named for money). These are the books I self published because I became convinced no publisher would take a chance on the complicated stories. Nevertheless, this is where I began and where I most clearly outline my universal themes.

The short stories were written to promote my profile as a writer – the little that has done. I only ask folks who read my stuff say something nice and recommend me to friends. That’s all I ask, for now, besides also begging people to buy my books!

Debbie’s Hellmouth
–unpublished–
Word Count Approx. 91,100
Genre Horror

“Debbie Menon has a beautiful, pseudo-Victorian house she must sell, because her soul is held in proxy for that same disowned portal into Hell. Fortunately, she’s not totally helpless – she’s been to Art school.”

 

The Betulha Dohrman Legacy
–unpublished–
Word Count Approx. 88,525
Genre Horror

“The evening The Betulha Dohrman Legacy begins, Janet Drays re-experiences drama with friends that she has avoided all summer. She leaves the Black Bear Charcoal House outside Delavan Wisconsin early and avoids the monkey-pile with her friends and one of their cheating husbands. Before the drama at the bar and restaurant began, her friend Tracy had given Janet the address of a website she might visit. While her friends are likely in jail, Janet investigates the recommendation. When she creates an account at the site’s online genealogy forum, she invites evil into her life. The devil soon walks the purgatory of Wister Town, with the monsters that erupt from the crevasse where a haunted house had once stood, before the cursed place took it’s neighborhood and moved from the Southern Wisconsin city.”

Midwestern Days of Noah
–unpublished–
Word Count Approx. 75,727
Genre Horror
“The Midwestern Days of Noah is a Wister Town story. By that, I mean it shares the regional mythology of the damned Southern Wisconsin invoked in my other stories. I make oblique references to mysterious events for ambiance and mood. The working title of this story was “Our Lord Weathercock,” in which I create a reality without God, who in turn has been replaced with tangible alien gods and demons. This story of my cults, monsters and home-schooled magicians emulate Luke 17:26 in the King James 2000 Bible “And as it was in the days of Noah, so shall it be also in the days of the Son of man.”

Well, it is now as it was in the days of Noah in Wister Town, Wisconsin. Years ago, an abandoned house got up and walked out of town – now a Paul Bunyan-like fable that explains a huge, dark crevasse in the center of the small city. The house reportedly took the earth with it and left an impenetrably dark pit in the earth. After that, monsters, witches and cults came to town and drove away the established religions.

Here is where The Midwestern Days of Noah begins – an old retired farmer living in Wister Town is harassed by a coven of would-be teenage witches. His name is Bill De Corbin and the man spends an inexplicably warm winter alone in his small house but with his arthritic hips aching. He calls Caleb Ahlspiess and the boy’s sister and their friends a pubescent coven – they call him “Shitty Bill”, vandalize his yard and steal his keepsake weather vane.

This being Wister Town and the odd old man perpetually feeble, Bill gets it into his head that he needs a monster that will scare away the kids. De Corbin researches Dark Magic at the public library. Meanwhile, Caleb Ahlspiess and his cult gather spells from the Internet. After the kids fail to induce a heart attack and kill old Bill, the story becomes horrific and surreal. Bill does get a monster and the young coven in Wister Town go to his house and confront him. This is the end of them all.”

 

Unction
–unpublished–
Word Count Approx. 75,834
Genre Horror

Synopsis:

“In this icky horror story titled Unction, Brian Tucker kills and mutilates an elderly couple under instructions delivered by faceless nuns in white habits.  He is a resident at the Luna Del Mar manor, a Los Angeles based board-and care-for the mentally ill. Brian masturbates into the brains of the dead people. He believes the couple he’s killed will return to life as zombies, under his control. The nuns had warned the schizophrenic killer he must create zombies and fight an onslaught of demons. Because the murders, Sergeant Jim Suffolk, from the Los Angeles police department, comes to the Luna Del Mar manor. He has been dispatched so he verifies reported murders. Jake Whitehead, an older and overweight homeless man, tells the officer he saw the murderer. Brian had been spotted entering and leaving the scene where the murders occurred, an RV parked across the street outside the facility. Brian Tucker flees to Santa Monica and stays with friends. He is disappointed that the people he’s killed so far haven’t animated.”

 

Pazuzu Book Trilogy
LULU/Smashwords 2009 - Eighth Revision 2012
Genre: Fiction – Horror/Action/Thriller
Word Count(s):

Pazuzu – Manifestation Approx. 90,968
Pazuzu – Emergence Approx. 91,010
Pazuzu – Abeyance Approx. 93,985

Synopsis:

“My Pazuzu Trilogy presumes there is no good, no happy endings – there is no God. Here is the world of the Shur desert. An ocean borders the waste on its northwest side, but there is nothing else. Nomadic heathens have lived in the Shur for generations, waging cold war jihads against their enemies the Chosen.

The Chosen live with the meek UnChosen on oases plagued by heathen terrorism. Chosen and UnChosen share the same religion and petition the Mortal God whom the Chosen tribes had crucified and eviscerated before the heathen jihads began. The death of the Mortal God sparked the conflict based on clan and caste. See, there was One God – the Chosen’s Mortal God and Living God of the heathen are the same entity. Frustrated with unrepentant sinners, that God has abandoned His world.

In His place, alien gods have arrived. Nodding to the forlorn HP Lovecraft, these un-living aliens claim providence. A demon wakes who denies the will of this chaotic pantheon. That demon is Pazuzu and the fiend hides from this world’s new overlords. Pazuzu seeks a mortal body it might possess and walk the Shur in disguise.

The demon finds Benedict Ishkott, a man readers meet face-to-face as he crosses the Shur bareback and without his memory. Benedict is an impractical vessel, so the man and demon come to Capital – as in money and not a typo. Capital is a Chosen monument city surrounded by a polished limestone wall. Drugs, propaganda, exploitation and prejudice have weakened this wall and all sorts of malcontents sneak inside. The disaffected, illegal migrants at Saint Erasmus become the focus of the trilogy.

Here, Pazuzu and Benedict Ishkott find a body the demon can use. At the same time, their actions solicit the attention of the Chosen’s Church and alien gods. This is when heathens announce they have breached the Chosen’s Wall and set Capital afire and the Pazuzu Trilogy reaches its climax.

The story does not end when the Chosen’s Promised Land burns. Instead, readers witness the individual fates of everyone whose lives Pazuzu had personally touched. This is the price paid when evil combats evil in a world where there is no God.”

Gaunt Rainbow
LULU/Smashwords 2009 – Third Revision 2011
Genre: Horror/Fantasy
Word Count Approx. 88,549

Synopsis:

“Gaunt Rainbow is set in a bleak dystopia twenty years after a pivotal event in the war between the Chosen caste and heathens; the destruction of the walled city called Capital. Pamela, a young woman nicknamed “Rainbow”, is cursed to drain life from living beings so that she remains in perfect health. As a girl, a self-proclaimed messiah, a pubescent boy, cured her blindness. Pamela believes the boy also resurrected her after she died in a fire during Capital’s destruction. Her curse began after coming back to life. Pamela goes into the Shur desert to find the missing messiah and hopes he’ll remove her curse.”

 

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Horrid Tales of Wister Town printed copies and ebooks are available at LULU and Smashwords.