Monday, October 31, 2011

Eat Me!

Here's a little treat from me to you.  Have a wonderful and happy Halloween! 

Eat Me!
By Nomar Knight

I woke to screams.  While my vision adjusted to the darkness, beads of sweat cascaded down my spine.  The fan’s hum had died. 
“Damn! The power is out again.”
My voice sounded like a choked whisper.  I tried to clear my throat, immediately holding my neck to ease an intense soreness. 
Droplets of rain pelted the windows, triggering memories of giant creatures fighting to get in my abode. 
I uttered, “What a dream!”
In spite of the humid night, I embraced myself to stop from shaking.  The more I attempted to focus on my present state, the quicker my room seemed to fade into nothingness.  Thick silence morphed into gruesome, run-for-your-life screams.  Constant pounding increased my heartbeat.  I recalled thinking, can’t let them eat me. 
The splinter of wood, followed by the clickity clack of something inhuman, travelled to my eardrums and into my psyche.  Instinct clawed at my stomach. 
Somehow, I knew the monsters outside were determined to feast on my flesh. 
Another jolt, followed by more wood cracking, prompted me to search for a weapon. 
“I need a sword.”
Clickity Clack!
A ray of moonlight revealed whiskers.  No, not whiskers, but antennae. 
“What the hell?”
Clickity Clack! Clickity Clack!
A pair of giant, silver eyes filled with needle-like indentations glared at me as though I belonged to the bottom of the food chain. 
I wondered if kicking its eyes would disable it long enough for me to escape. 
It shook side to side, attempting with desperate precision to invade my territory. 
“Wake up, damn it! Wake up!”
One last push and the giant beast smashed its way within inches of my trembling frame, forcing me to hug the wall—trapped. 
I crouched, praying for invisibility, when three more beasts cornered me. 
As the giant ants stabbed me with their antennae, I snapped out of my trance.  The power went back on.  My wife poked me with her sharp fingernails. 
“Wake up, Carl!  You’re having another nightmare.”
“They’re trying to get back at me.”
“Who?”  Emily brushed hair away from my eyes. 
She giggled.  “I told you not to eat those chocolate covered ants.  Now go back to sleep.”
I watched as she turned off the lights and settled under the covers.  The fan circulated humid air in the room. 
“How can you cover up with this heat?”
Light snores signaled that she was fast asleep. 
I tried to follow her example and rested my head on the pillow, wishing I hadn’t taken the dare. 
The sound of wood splintering jolted me upright again.
“Honey, did you hear that?”
A louder snore confirmed she remained oblivious to our reality. 
In spite of my agitated state, my eyes grew heavy.   Attempts at shaking off sleep were interrupted by the distinct sound of wood cracking. 
This can’t be happening.  I must be dreaming again.
For awhile I couldn’t tell what was real or the nightmare.  I sat upright for what seemed like hours.  The rain stopped.  The welcomed sounds of silence accompanied my head bobbing.  As soon as I rested my head on the pillow, I sighed with relief, vowing to never eat chocolate covered ants again. 
I shut my eyes. 
Clickety Clack!
Horrid screams filled the night air.  The creatures surrounded our bed.  Roused from sleep, Emily demonstrated a healthy set of lungs with her explosive cries. 
“Go away!” I yelled.
One of the creatures lowered its head near Emily’s nose. 
I couldn’t allow my wife to die for my mistake. 
“Hey dumb ass! Eat me!”
But the rotten scoundrels ignored me and tore my wife to pieces.
Too bad the authorities didn’t believe me.  The sound of the cell door sliding open made my heart sink. 
“It’s time for your execution, Carl.”
I turned to find a priest waiting with an officer. 
“Please, Father, I didn’t do it.”
The gray haired gentleman frowned.  “Son, if they hadn’t pumped your stomach and found pieces of your wife’s heart, I could have believed you.”
The officer uttered, “Time to die, sucker!”
The walk to the deathbed seemed like hours.  Each step felt as if a ton of steel weighed my feet into quicksand.  After the medical personnel strapped me in and triggered the poison to run through my veins, the priest said, “Do you have anything to say to society, or at least to your wife’s family?”
I nodded.  “Eat me!”
Then I heard it.
Clickity Clack!
The security guard yelled, “What the hell is that!”
Large shadows crept in, darkening the bright room. 
The priest yanked out the tubes feeding me poison.  He cried, “What do we do?”
One beast tore the officer apart. 
The doctor and nurse both screamed until their shouts were replaced by torn flesh and bones.  As the giant ants surrounded us, I gripped the priest’s hands and said, “Do what I do.” 
His sweaty palms slipped off me.  As one of the creatures lowered its head over his, I yelled, “Eat me!”  The priest repeated the phrase and the monsters faded into the shadows. 

Now, Father Ryan and I share the same cell, waiting for our day to die.  Society thinks we’re cannibals.  Our next execution is slated for prime time television on All Hollows Eve in the year 2012.  That’s the night everyone will see that we’re not monsters.  The giant ants exist and they cloak themselves in the shadows.  If you don’t believe me, eat chocolate covered ants and yell, “Eat me!”  You’ll hear them coming. 
Clickity Clack! 

© Copyright Nomar Knight 2011. All rights reserved.
A Knight Chills Flash Fiction Presentation.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Spotlight: 5 New Horror Writers That Will Scare Your Socks Off

Spotlight: 5 New Horror Writers That Will Scare Your Socks Off

Hello my friends.  Tonight I want to salute some of my favorite horror bloggers.  Their websites are filled with plenty of exciting pictures, creepy crawly prose, and insane imagery that will drive you into hiding.
First up: the fabulous Blaze McRob and his site, Blaze McRob’s Tales of Terror. This horror writer always entertains all the while making sure the reader’s spine tingles with what I call the creepy crawlies.  His tales tend to leave a lasting impression.   Here’s the link to his website.

Next: Draven Ames at Another Slightly Scary Story. Draven is a wiz at conjuring up tension and best of all, he features other talented writers.  What a great guy! Check out his website here.

Next up: the amazingly gifted writer of gothic horror, Carole Gill and her fantastic website called, Bloody Good Vampires.  Don’t expect to see any sweet vamps there.  Do expect to be spellbound by her incredible gift for storytelling.  Visit her here

If you want to get the lowdown on horror movies, the place to visit is Dr. Blood’s Video Vault.  Always in the know, Dr. Blood won’t lead you astray into a dark corner to suck your blood.  Um, well, perhaps he’ll do that too, but if you survive, think what fun you’ll have perusing through the many movie clips. Visit his website here

And rounding out this short list is Lisa McCourt Hollar and her website, Jezri’s Nightmares.  This gifted writer loves to scare and entertain with exciting short stories.  She writes about cannibals, scary clowns, psychos and of course, vampires.  Do pay her a visit here.  You won’t regret it. 

Stay tuned next week when I’ll feature some more of my friends.  And do have a safe and fun filled Halloween. 

Catch you on the dark side. 

Nomar Knight 

© Copyright Nomar Knight 2011. All rights reserved.
A Knight Chills Promotion.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Guest Blogger: Indie Author Jemima Valentino Blog Tour

For the longest time the only person in my life that knew I had published my first novella ‘His Elle’ was my husband. In fact, it took me a whole year to pluck up the courage to even tell him that I’d written it. Was it because I was embarrassed or ashamed? Not at all. It was because deep down, I was worried that it simply wouldn’t be good enough. He encouraged me to self-publish and I joined a blog tour and twitter to help promote it.

Then something amazing happened - the very first review I received (from someone I didn’t know) had a five star rating. Before I knew it, I had a littering of three, four and five star reviews on Amazon and GoodReads, and I even received a few emails from readers telling me how much they enjoyed my work. For a few months I was incredibly happy with the progress of His Elle and knew that I had to write another book soon, just to continue to feel the high.

Then, a few months ago, something else happened. Something that I wasn’t expecting. I received a one star review on Amazon, coupled with a comment from the reader that they actually hated it. Yes, they wrote the words ‘I hate it’ on the internet, on Amazon of all places - for the whole world to see. My worst fear as a writer had been realised. Or so I thought.

In actual fact I think it’s the best thing that could have happened because the review was not actually critical of my writing style, but more the fact that the reader strongly disliked the story content. Actually, this is totally fine with me and it now brings a smile to my face. I’ve read books like that before, where there is nothing wrong at all with the authors style, just that the story didn’t agree with me. But those books at least make me feel something and invoke a strong emotion. After that day, all the reviews I receive I look upon in a truly positive light, whether or not they are negative, and this is because I have truly sparked a reaction from the reader, and that means that as an author, I have done my job.

So, I did indeed carry on writing, and I am so pleased to have recently published my latest release The House on Hundred Hill, the first in The Nephilim series, now available for Amazon Kindle. It’s very different from my last book, but I do hope the readers who enjoyed His Elle will also enjoy this.

Last but not least, I’d just like to thank Nomar for inviting me to his awesome blog to promote my latest release, it’s a pleasure to be here.

Jemima x

Excerpt - 
Jessica slowly opened the door of her car and placed her red heels on the gravelled driveway. She had arrived after a short drive from her one bedroomed flat in the City, yet was now deep in the heart of Cotswold’s countryside. She instinctively knew where to turn off the road.

Everything looked familiar; the rolling farm land, the few miles of hedgerows, the country inn that she had passed just a few moments ago but now wasn’t even visible. Even the one-lane track that opened up before her very eyes as an introduction to the sprawling and immaculate gravel driveway that framed the front of the house was familiar to her. She had that unmistakable sense of déjà vu, like she had been there before, even though she knew it to be impossible. Jessica was a city girl and had not so much as stepped foot outside of central Gloucester since she had moved there ten years ago, escaping from her former life, like a prisoner on the run.

As she glanced at her surroundings it was as if she were peering through a fine mist. There was something not quite right about this place and her inner voice told her to get back in the car and drive, drive as far and as fast as could until the House on Hundred Hill was a mere spec on the distant horizon and only ever appeared to her again in her dreams.

Fighting her own will, Jessica stepped out of the car, left the keys in the ignition and firmly closed the door, leaving behind the rogue thoughts that cantered around in her head.

The significant mansion looked overly formal and obscurely severe in the soft orange rays of the evening sun. The shadows from the substantial English Oaks that adorned the driveway spread an eerie silence over the perfectly cut lawns and exquisitely manicured roses in full bloom that climbed the stone walls of the house.

Magnificent topiary lions bared their moss-green teeth from either side of the porch, stretching out their long bodies as they studied her approach. Jessica shuddered as the eyes of the female seemed to follow her as she walked up the white marble steps and under the porch, towards the front door. She spun around when she reached the top, eyeing the lioness as she attempted to shake the unearthly feeling of being watched.

Taking great care to smooth out the black summer dress embellished with large red Japanese flowers that she had chosen for the evening, Jessica nervously lifted the heavy iron deer-shaped knocker and rapped once on the door. She had left her keys in the car as instructed, yet there seemed to be nobody around to greet her or to park her car. In fact, with the exception of her own ragged breathing, there was not a sound to be heard. She began to wonder if she had written down the address correctly, but this surely had to be the place. She felt it.

Footsteps approached the front door from inside the house and Jessica heard her heart thumping in her ears. She fiddled with her hair; an old nervous habit. What am I doing here? She thought. Her nerves suddenly overwhelmed her and she turned on her red heels and started to quickly walk away, back down the marble steps of the porch, as quickly as she could. She had the sudden desperate urge to run back to her car before it was too late.

She was already too late. It had gone.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Strange Horror: 9 Weirdest Horror Movies Ever Made

Today's guest post was submitted by Katina Solomon from Zen College Life. Be sure to read the rest of the article by following the link below.

The 9 Weirdest Horror Movies Ever Made

All horror movies are weird, when you think about it. How often do you really find yourself fighting a psycho in a hockey mask when you go camping? Or worrying about whether your local hospital will suddenly start spitting out zombies? Not that often. Even so, some horror movies look like documentaries compared with some of the genre's weirder entries. You want a possessed bed? Evil snow? Sentient human waste? Then you're in luck. Here are 10 of the weirdest horror movies ever made, for anyone feeling brave or bored enough to give them a try. Don't say we didn't warn you, though.
  1. Death Bed: The Bed That Eats

    Immortalized in a Patton Oswalt routineDeath Bed: The Bed That Eats offers everything its title promises. There's a bed, and it eats people who sleep on it. Period. Released in 1977 by writer/director/producer George Barry — who is apparently a one-man operation for gems like this one — the film tells the story of a bed possessed by a demon that kills and eats anyone who tries to sleep or make love on it. The production values are, to put it kindly, not very good, but the final product is just crazy enough to be watchable. Just sit on a couch when you do.
  2. Tourist Trap

    The 1970s and 1980s were kind of a golden era for weird American horror. The genre was still considered an illegitimate offshoot of "real" filmmaking, and it took game-changers like The Texas Chain Saw Massacre and Halloween to start convincing people that horror was more than just goofy shocks. That was a tough fight, too, because movies like Tourist Trap were nothing but goofy shocks for 90 minutes at a time. And make no mistake: This is a weird movie. It's all about a group of friends who stumble upon an old man who owns a run-down museum full of mannequins and wax figures that he — wait for it — controls telepathically. He picks the kids off and turns them into plastic monsters to fill up his collection. Creepy, darkly humorous, and definitely worth your time.
  3. Teeth

    Mitchell Lichtenstein's slightly campy, definitely uncomfortable horror movie deals with a teenage girl cursed with vagina dentata. It is every bit as awkward and weird as it sounds — it's not uncommon for the horror to happen just out of frame, only for a severed organ to fall with a thump to the ground — and its unevenness keeps it from working as a thriller or a comedy. It's not straight enough to be scary, and it's not nearly funny or smart enough to play as a satire. It's just off-putting.
  4. Cannibal! The Musical

    Before they got going with South Park, Trey Parker and Matt Stone did what all college students do: They made a musical about cannibalism in the days of gold prospecting. Originally titled Alferd Packer: The Musical and retitled Cannibal! The Musical when it was picked up for distribution, the horror-comedy tells the tale of Alferd Packer, a prospector involved in a cannibalism incident in the winter of 1873 on a journey from Utah to Colorado. The movie is hilarious and bizarre in equal measure, veering from upbeat songs to moments of absurd gore with a glee that Parker and Stone would later bring to their landmark animated series. Watch it for the experience, but don't be surprised if you start humming the songs. (Photo above courtesy of Troma.)
  5. The Baby

    Now this is one for the books. Released in 1973, the film revolves around a social worker who starts working for a family whose patriarch is a mentally impaired man in his 20s who still crawls around and acts like a baby. The man is also regularly abused and sexually assaulted by his mother and sisters (and a babysitter). It's a psychological thriller with a bizarre execution, and it's the kind of insane flick that fell through the cracks of the world and drifted through grindhouses and cable stations in the years after its debut. The ending is the perfect capper to a twisted story. It's a horror movie, yes, but more than anything it's just crazy.

    There are other titles included in this article.  One of them is titled, HOUSE which I assure you has nothing in common with the successful TV show of the same name.  For the rest of the article please click here.  

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Sunday, October 9, 2011

Haunted Eyes

Haunted Eyes
By Nomar Knight

Haunted by the essence of you
I thought time healed wounds
But I’m still feeling blue
And if we don't connect soon

Another piece of me dies

Some folks have ghosts in their attic
Mine appear when I shut my eyes
No sense in acting erratic
Wishing I had a chance at goodbye

Something else inside dies

Thought I heard your voice
Cutting through pouring rain
Separation wasn't my choice
Don't know how to rid this pain

Can't believe it was all lies

Roam the earth with haunted eyes
Hoping this nightmare will end
Silent tears remind me why
Broken whispers won't mend

Once again something dies

If I could cast a spell on you
Make things better than before
I'd show how my love is true
If you'd only open the door

Then these haunted eyes won't die

©2011 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.
A Knight Chills Poem.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Awesome! Read Erra by Poppet

A Knight Chills Book Review

Awesome Read by Poppet

Erra, by Poppet, is a book that I read expecting it to fulfill my craving for supernatural beings with a penchant for action.  I knew there’d be romance, and sure enough, there’s an interesting love triangle in the mix.  And since I’ve read other books by this truly gifted author, I expected her prose to flow on the page.  Well, not only did she mesmerize me with fantastic lines, she did an amazing job weaving the storyline so that readers could take more than just a story with them.  From her stunning female lead, Sarah, to the men who surrounded her, Dusty and Erra, this book shines while shedding a light on several mysteries of life. 
If you’re looking for a read where characters seem to literally jump off the page, then Poppet’s Erra is a must read!  From the sensual allure of Sarah and her incredible chemistry with Dusty, to the conflicts with Erra, sensuality and tension were the norm in this excellent book. 
I just loved how the author revealed Sarah’s emotions, and peeled back with slow clarity, like a blanket revealing a stunningly beautiful goddess, her vulnerabilities.  Erra and Dusty are far more than window dressing.  They provided a substance that rocked Sarah to the core, and along the way, opened the reader’s eyes to what Poppet hopes is a new understanding of this thing we call life. 
Don’t delay! Get the book and prepare to be amazed!

Knight Chills gives Erra 5 out of 5 magical stars!

You can purchase Erra on Amazon here

On Smashwords here 

Check out her blog here 

©2011 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.
A Knight Chills Book Review.