This Thanksgiving, Feed Debbie’s Hellmouth

The second revision of Debbie’s Hellmouth  is complete – new cover art! The ebook is available at Amazon, see the paperback at LULU.

Debbie’s Hellmouth is the insular urban horror story of Debbie Menon. She’s a good real estate agent at the Mikelmeier Real Estate office there is Wister Town, Wisconsin. Debbie has a house for sale and she’s got to get rid of it. Supernatural forces press upon the young lady and she fears she looses her mind. Understand, Ms. Menon is a sensitive, artistic soul. She’s not unfamiliar with magical glyphs. And she’ll resort to using one if no one helps her blessed the cursed Witch’s house.

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Curious about the mythology haunting Wister Town? Read the background stories…

Horrid Tales of Wister Town – free online reading

Bestial Cult of Hathor

Abandoned

Bloody Tannenbaum

A Codex of Malevolence – available at Smashwords and LULU

Portal Painter

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Sell Your Soul

What do I have to do,
Make a sacrifice of you?

Tow you up
The luxated stone steps
Of the Aztlan pyramid?

Carve your core
And roll your heartless corpse
Down a felled and lost stairway?

This I’ll do
And I will soon rejoice
In wicked, rabid lather.

And wallow
From the dark and into
Infamous condemnation.

This I’ll do
For your unfastening
Will make me an immortal.

The prize of
Your due disassembly
Will make me whole and reborn.

Visceral,
This act will recover
Primal masculinity.

I’ll reclaim
Forewent testosterone.
For you have stolen promise.

Spoilt renown,
Forfeit to animus,
You have tilted our balance.

For your own
Sake and sole wholesomeness
I’ve been made inconclusive.

To honor
The principle of Tao,
Requires unwholesome measure.

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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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Debbie’s Exasperated Hellmouth

Debbie’s Hellmouth is the book I’ve been shopping around to Old World publishers and I can’t get one interested, so f*** those guys. I just need readers, people who buy self-published stories. And if I can’t get those, then f*** you too. My stories die with me. And so goes the world. Everyone sees I write horror stories, right? Visceral horror, and that’s part of Debbie’s Hellmouth. And an expansion of my Wister Town stories.

My Wister Town forays expand my Lovecraft-inspired mythology into the real-world – Southern Wisconsin, in fact. Wister Town is a fictionalized version of my hometown. How it got that name is another story – a two-sided tale. I won’t say but I’ll toss clues. Think Lovecraft’s ghostwritten The Mound, my pseudonym and derogative nicknames for Swiss immigrants. Put them together and you’ve got a mystery. With some detective work, readers can discover who I really am and assume my thoughts. That is, of course, if people are interested. To that I reply “I’ve warned you about me.”

What have folks to worry about? Well, Debbie Menon is a real estate agent back in her hometown, Wister Town, Wisconsin. She finds herself ensnared in a Hellish mess when she attempts to sell a damned house – damned as in evil. I’ve tried appealing to young women with Debbie; an independent, artistic spirit who is slightly mad and blasphemous. I had hoped a professional publisher would help me tell the story – give me legitimacy as an author, but alas, I am still a suspicious, unknown author.

So what is this story about?

Debbie Menon has a unique pseudo-Victorian house she must sell – because her soul is held in proxy for that same disowned portal into Hell. Yet the evil nature of the place makes it un-sellable. Fortunately, Debbie’s not totally helpless – she’s been to Art school.

Locally, the place is known as the Witch’s house and stands in gossipy Wister Town. The house is named for the mysterious Betulha Dohrman, whom no one has ever seen. The old woman had vanished with an unannounced debt. That debt becomes the onus of the Mikelmeier Real Estate office. The selling agent, Debbie Menon, too, once lived near the house in this small, Swiss-themed city.

Debbie had moved away to Los Angeles so that she might utilize her Art education and find work, but that didn’t work-out. Consequently, she’s moved back. Home again, she falls in love with a city alderman, Jerry Leutenegger then quickly establishes a career selling real estate. The Witch’s house becomes the bane of her otherwise successful and happy life back in southern Wisconsin.

Debbie learns her soul is held in proxy until an owner is found. This is where the story of Debbie’s Hellmouth begins. The house – or specifically the tumorish and displaced widow’s watch atop the faux-Victorian home – wants to break loose and spread evil. Elements of that evil already pester the residents of Wister Town.  What happens now with this cursed house only worsens the situation.

The Pocketbook is currently available from my storefront on LULU – here.

Ebooks available from Amazon – here.

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My Mom Says I Should Write About God Coming Back

Lovecraft fans hate me. I don’t why. Maybe it’s what I say… but we shouldn’t be haters. We’re brothers, man. We were both weaned on eldritch witchery and periodically return to the font of the unbaptized. For those who know, like Richard Upton Pickman, I pull monsters from my sketchbooks. My whole purpose for writing is to make my chimera live.

I apologize if you’ve read my shoddy previous revisions, but the trilogy is now upon its Ninth Revision. There’s a few known typos remaining and the Manifestation pocket book at LULU is missing page numbers, but the story is intact. The story has been whole since the Seventh Revision but I felt compelled to make improvements – and boy, has the story improved! I guess that’s not enough?

What’s the point of my story, the moral? There are no morals in my horror stories. They are abject lessons in horror. They are illustrations of what is possible when mankind turns it’s back to God. My monsters are alive because God has gone away. I spin grim stories about evil and helpless worlds.

Read my Pazuzu Trilogy and speculate where my inspirations have been drawn. It’s an epic story, folks, and it reads like lightning.

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