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CARNIVAL OF CHAOS/FESTIVAL OF THE FLESH PLAYLIST

The last time I posted here I made mention of the fact that I had a playlist all sorted for Carnival of Chaos and Festival of the Flesh. Therefore, in the interests of shining a bit of light on those particular books, here is aforementioned playlist. Well, after a bit of standard rambling.

For whatever reason, these books (which are of course the same story spread over two volumes) have slipped a little under the radar in comparison to several of my other books. I suspect it might have a bit to do with the fact they first emerged as part of the Project 26 thing where 26 books came out with each one representing a letter of the alphabet. These included novels, anthologies, collections, novellas etc. and while this project was an ambitious one, it also turned out to be a little confusing for people. Consequently, Carnival and Festival, which were never originally intended for that project, but as standalone novel(s) on their own, I offered up because the alliteration in the titles went well with the whole alphabet notion. Nonetheless, various circumstances have several of the books from P26 being unpublished or released or what-have-you, so Carnival and Festival are now separate from that, so why not push them a little, because, why the hell not?

Little known fact. I started writing the stories that would become these books back around the same time I started writing Plebs. Neither they nor Plebs were originally written with titles, and they were all intended to be just short stories, novellas at most. As it turned out, Plebs became a six hundred page monster, and Carnival/Festival even longer, so much so that it needed to be split into two separate entities-the Carnival, of course, and the Festival. Just on the off chance folks hadn’t yet cottoned on (the whole numbering thing of Project 26 muddied the waters a little and had a few people scratching their heads over which to read first) to the fact that these books need to be read in order for the story to make any sense, Carnival comes first, followed by Festival which is the culmination of the massive, sprawling story.

Anyway, as most would know by now, Plebs gained the upper hand in getting written first, and ultimately published a long time before Carnival/Festival were either finished or published. Nonetheless, those stories were eventually completed, quite some time after the initial concept occurred. Years down the track in fact, which was also the case with Plebs, with a re-reading of what I had written already re-igniting the desire to complete the tale. These are characters that I love as much as those in the Plebs series, and ones that have been around just as long. And if you thought Plebs was brutal, bloody, violent and so forth, but haven’t yet encountered Carnival/Festival, rest assured both of these books tend to make Plebs look a little tame. Definitely not works for the faint-hearted at all, so if you dig the thought of getting yourself well and truly blood-drenched and bathed in depravity, dive in.

But, enough of that, here are those playlists, one for Carnival of Chaos and one for Festival of the Flesh.

As is to be expected, there are a lot of metal tracks here, some brutal, uncompromising extreme metal to suit various components of the stories and some of the pretty heinous subject matter, but not exclusively. Compared to some of the other playlists I’ve whacked up here, these ones are pretty eclectic, spanning from the usual platter of heavy metal in numerous sub-genres to rap, rock, sixties tunes, even some dance going on here. And yeah, you’ll probably notice one or two tracks by Insane Clown Posse in here, and be all, what the fuck? Well, those fuckers have made a fortune writing tracks and albums about Carnivals and whatnot, and I genuinely don’t mind some of their songs, so in keeping with the themes of the books, they slot in here juxtaposed nicely against some of the other fare on offer.

Anyway, enough gibberish. Get in and check it all out, and if you haven’t yet Carnival of Chaos and Festival of the Flesh, go and rectify that situation right now. And if you have, perhaps re-reading them with the enhanced experience of these playlists cranking in accompaniment, then that would be a good idea too.

 

CARNIVAL OF CHAOS

Black Seeds of Vengeance-Nile

The Discipline of Revenge-Cannibal Corpse

Carnival of Lies-Obsession

Loyalty-American Head Charge

Knife Party-Deftones

Twist of Cain-Danzig

Tonight in Flames-Cradle of Filth

Stuck in the Middle With You-Stealer’s Wheel

Planet Caravan-Black Sabbath

Money-Pink Floyd

Dead Bodies Everywhere-Korn

Dog’s Out-DMX

Sledgehammer-Peter Gabriel

Bulls on Parade-Rage Against the Machine

Go With the Flow-Queens of the Stone Age

The Lonely Bull-Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass

The Hunt-Sepultura

Dreamhouse-Deafheaven

In Your Nightmares- KidCrusher

The Wild Hunt-Watain

Carnival-Project Pitchfork

Southern Comfort-X-Method

Tequila-The Champs

Jump in the Fire-Metallica

Sweet Leaf-Black Sabbath

Halls of Illusions-Insane Clown Posse

Blood Red-Slayer

Loco-Coal Chamber

Up All Night-Slaughter

Take Me Away-Insane Clown Posse

Hunting Humans-The Misfits

Blessed by Gore-Avulsed

Cannibal Crave-Broken Hope

Just One Fix-Ministry

Fuel For Hatred-Satyricon

Blades of Steel-Imperious Rex

Mirror, Mirror-Candlemass

Rain-The Cult

Let’s Fuck-Dope

Carnival of Rust-Shining

Freakshow-Skillet

Hounds At Ya Back-Destroyer 666

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Part one of an ultra-violent, splatterpunk, visceral expedition into a world of revenge, pain, perversion and bloody death. Come along and snare a ticket to this carnival, but proceed with caution. Survival is not guaranteed.

http://smarturl.it/carnivalofchaos

 

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FESTIVAL OF THE FLESH

Total War-War

The Fight Song-Marilyn Manson

Hammer Smashed Face-Cannibal Corpse

Strength Beyond Strength-Pantera

Return to Serenity-Testament

Scratch My Back-Roxx Gang

Sex Action-L.A. Guns

Closer-Nine Inch Nails

Kings of the Carnival Creation-Dimmu Borgir

Murderer’s Row-Power Trip

Creepshow-Skid Row

Festival of the Flesh-Blessedbethyname

Carnival is Forever-Decapitated

Random Acts of Senseless Violence-Anthrax

This Shit Will Fuck You Up-Combichrist

Death Machine-Myrkskog

Rid You of Your Flesh-LIK

Eaten-Bloodbath

Feast of Flesh-Exmortus

Everyone Leaves-Mortiis

The Flesh and the Power it Holds-Death

Mercy, Severity-Mudvayne

Fear of the Dark-Iron Maiden

Violent Demise-Body Count

Hung on a Hook-Alice in Chains

Code of the Slashers-Cannibal Corpse

Covered in Blood-Insan0

Maze of Torment-Morbid Angel

Divine Art of Torture-Necrophagia

How You Gonna Reason with a Pyscho?-Insane Poetry

Sixpounder-Children of Bodom

Lords of Depravity-Sodom

The Perverted Beast-Darkane

Dead and Dripping-Cryptopsy

Justifiable Homicide-Dying Fetus

Heroines-Diablo Swing Orchestra

Carnival of Souls-Savage Messiah

Only One-Slipknot

Everyone I love is Dead-Type O Negative

Crashing Down-Trail of Tears

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Hidden within a seemingly innocuous horror-themed carnival exists something far more disturbing. Where those with dollars and depraved desires find everything they seek catered for.

Peel away the bright, colourful facade of the carnival and you’ll find the hideous heart that is the Festival of Flesh.

http://smarturl.it/festivaloftheflesh

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How to tell you’re in a Jim Goforth story (Extended edition)

 

I’ve seen this floating around, so I figured I’d jump on it too. I posted the first five on Facebook, which is where the majority of these posts have been, but after I did, I immediately thought of a pile of others, hence the extended version post here.

How to tell you’re in a Jim Goforth story.

 

You or your friends make incredibly bad decisions. Repeatedly.

There are monsters lurking just about everywhere, human and otherwise.

One way or another, you’re going to be drenched in blood.

You’ve had a good night out. Which goes bad really fucking quickly.

You can’t quite figure out where that soundtrack of heavy metal is coming from.

Your survival is not guaranteed.

You can’t ever be sure who to trust, including friends and others that seem to be close to you.

Not everybody is as they seem.

There is violence. Lots of violence. You might often be on the receiving end of it.

There is sex. You might or might not be involved in it.

There is swearing. Sometimes a fuckload of it. Probably coming from you and everybody around you.

You can rely on other people, at least for a while. If you truly want to fuck things up, you should probably do it yourself.

You drink. Because, well, reasons. An assortment of them.

You wake up in strange places. Which isn’t overly surprising, given you go to sleep in strange places.

Even seemingly normal and mundane locations can be loaded with menace.

What appears to be a safe place of respite isn’t necessarily so.

Like it or not, you’re probably going to have to kill somebody. Or they’re going to kill you.

You think you’re the main character. Until you’re not.

You manage to piss somebody-anybody-off with no apparent effort at all.

You like music. Music doesn’t always like you.

You have the uncanny knack of finding trouble around every corner. Even where none should be.

You don’t listen to somebody’s advice. And things go terribly wrong.

You do listen to somebody’s advice. And things go terribly wrong.

You have good intentions. And things go terribly wrong.

You have bad intentions. And things go terribly wrong.

Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.

Anything that can go right will go wrong.

The woman you like is probably bad for you.

The man you like is probably bad for you.

Everything you do. Probably bad for you.

Staying alert, staying afraid, and staying alive are good policies to go by. The staying alive bit isn’t so easy to achieve.

I could probably go on and on, but I won’t. I’d say you get the gist, and if you’ve read any of my books, short stories etc. then some of this would be pretty familiar. If you haven’t, then what are you waiting for? Get cracking on fixing that.

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JIM GOFORTH HORROR AUTHOR(7)

 

 

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FESTIVAL OF THE FLESH

Plebs was bloody. Riders was bloodier. The Sleep was monstrous and Undead Fleshcrave: The Zombie Trigger was an undead splatterfest.

And Carnival of Chaos was just the beginning of a new venture into bloodshed and brutality.

However, the culmination of that new venture, Festival of the Flesh, makes all of those look somewhat tame in comparison.

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I meant to post about this a little earlier, but inexplicable internet issues resulted in me being offline for a couple of days while my internet provider hustled to find out why their so-called fabulous service was suddenly absolute shit, but in any case, that’s neither here nor there.

If you’ve been playing along at home you’ll know that JEA’s Project 26 has been steadily rolling along, unleashing a series of books every few weeks. Project 26 of course is twenty six books in total, one for each letter of the alphabet, all dropping in completely random order. Among these was Carnival of Chaos (which I’ve rambled on about a little in previous blog posts) emerging on the 6th of October, and introducing folks to an octet of disgruntled ex-carnival workers seeking revenge on the man responsible for their jobless predicament.

On October 21, the second part of the ongoing story revolving around these eight would-be vengeance-seekers, along with a host of others sucked into the maelstrom of escalating violence and peril, surfaced in the form of Festival of the Flesh. This cheerful little excursion into depths of depravity is, as mentioned earlier, perhaps a book that will make Plebs and it’s sequel books seem like a pleasant walk in the park.

Carnival of Chaos definitely has its moments, but it is the foundation of the story, the build-up and setting of various scenes, the introduction of the assortment of miscreant characters that populate this freakish, violent and dangerous landscape. Given where this particular book ends, it should probably come as no surprise that Festival of the Flesh launches into bloodthirsty mayhem almost from the word go and doesn’t let up.

Carnival is occasionally laced with levity, lighter moments and instances of jocularity courtesy of some of the characters, but Festival, not so much. It is grim, bloody, ultra-violent, and keeps the foot on the accelerator throughout. In addition there’s a moment in here serving as a brutal analogy for the reality that the laughter is over. Let’s see if anybody can pick that moment.

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The crew comprised of Loco, Blades, Angelique, Cleo, Stix, Ben, Minx, and Jason have discovered exactly what the Festival of the Flesh is, and the true motivations behind the sinister Mister E. steamrolling their former place of employment under a garish new horror themed carnival entity. Along the way, their reckless and dangerous choices and entanglements have created a snowball effect that has dragged numerous others into the slipstream.

Percy, Jason’s flatmate, a studious, naive fellow, prepared to blindly folow Jason and stick his neck out for him and his friends without fully understanding what he’s involving himself in.

Dawn, gym junkie fitness fanatic blonde who happens to live in the same apartment building as Jason and Percy. Her presence in the right place at the wrong time leads her into a world of deadly obsession, and of course the perverse world of the Festival of the Flesh.

Amber, beachy blonde beauty, with an attachment to Ben, and a distrust of all else. Circumstances have rendered her abandoned and friendless, but for the motley crew that is the ex-carnies, and she’ll do absolutely anything in her power to steer the mission away from entering into the Festival of the Flesh.

Colin Kadogan, Patrick Doolan and Jennifer Brand, police officers tasked by their boss, Chief Cavanaugh to investigate the Carnival, certain that a string of incidents are tied to the new horror creation. Chasing leads on what originally seemed like fairly routine cases, albeit of an unusual nature, these officers of the law are about to be catapulted into nightmarish realms, with Doolan in particular coming face to face with horrendous visions of his past.

And while the malevolent Mister E and his whole sadistic family loom large and threatening over all, behind the scenes lurks another more insidious soul. The demented Desmond Drago, surrounded by ghosts, intent on perversion, damage and bloodshed, stalks in shadows, driven by infatuation and the desire to twist the Festival to his advantage.

While many of these characters and others (including Amber’s duplicitious cordon of former friends) first surfaced during Carnival, they are all on a collision course of violence and horror that will land each and every one of them right in the midst of the Festival of the Flesh.

Come along and join them, but remember, Carnival of Chaos needs to be read first before you throw yourself into the mayhem of the Festival.

I can’t guarantee you’ll have a good time, in fact, I’m pretty sure you’re in for the exact opposite of that.

Available now in paperback and Kindle formats (part of J. Ellington Ashton’s massive Project 26, and most likely the bloodiest of the lot). Should come with several warnings, but doesn’t. Most folks by now should be well aware of what they’re getting into here, and the cover alone should serve as warning enough. This is a bloodsoaked, boobytrapped extreme carnival ride into the sheer depths of depravity and horrific violence. Come prepared.

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Hidden within a seemingly innocuous horror-themed carnival exists something far more disturbing. Where those with dollars and depraved desires find everything they seek catered for.

Hunted by mutant backwoods freaks, pursued relentlessly by the malevolent ringmaster who usurped their former boss, stranded in the deep woodland, and fast running out of options, the remaining few free ex-carnival employees are about to be forced into bloody battle that is only the beginning of a descent into sheer terror.

Having discovered the truth behind the carnival’s existence, these desperate souls know there is only one way to save any of their friends from becoming prized exhibits, and perverse playthings for the sick and bloodthirsty. They must gain entry and take part in the gruesome enterprise that lurks behind the garish trappings and faux horror extravagances of the carnival’s new and improved version.

Blood is going to pour like rain, to a symphony of screams. Bodies are going to stack up. The entertainment to be had here is enjoyed only by the most sadistic and degenerate of souls, and from all walks of life they come, from every corner of society, seeking to indulge their sickest, bloodiest impulses.

Peel away the bright, colourful facade of the carnival and you’ll find the hideous heart that is the Festival of Flesh.

http://smarturl.it/festivaloftheflesh

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CARNIVAL OF CHAOS

Meet the eight souls who used to be employees of a quaint little establishment known by the rather cumbersome name of Chippy the Champ’s Classic Circus and Carnival.

They’ve just turned up to work to find their old boss has inexplicably parted ways with the business, leaving it in the hands of a sinister newcomer with an entourage of brutal staff, and vastly different ideas on how to run his new acquisition.

Not only are most of their old professions likely to be rendered obsolete and not required in the malevolent Mister E’s new vision of a sleek, ultramodern, terrifying Horror Park, but their loyalty to their former employer has them at odds with the new owner from the word go.

Harsh words become physical violence, as assaults and intimidation are carried out upon those unwilling to bend to fit into the new Ringmaster’s grand regime. Threats, sleazy propositions, and warnings that more violence and far worse will follow is just the precursor to all dismissed carnival employees being forced to leave the premises immediately without being allowed any access to personal possessions. There are many terminated employees shown the door on this day, but only these eight make the potentially foolish decision to return at a later date, seeking retribution.

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Angelique. The trapeze artist. Acrobat. Gymnast. A fiery, feisty, compact brunette stunner with a burning desire for revenge. She’s a ringleader, an instigator, and possesses a natural willingness to launch herself into dangerous situations, and the ability to convince others to do likewise.

Ben. The strongman. A six foot five shaven-headed behemoth, comprehensively covered in tattoos, fond of toting around sledgehammers. Powerful, loyal, and keen to right the wrongs he sees perpetuated on his friends. Looks intimidating, but there’s a good heart beneath that muscled, inked exterior.

Minx. The elephant trainer. Blonde and nervous, never a leader, always a follower. The least willing to buy into any vengeful missions, she’s also far too prone to succumb to peer pressure. Born of affluent folks, Minx doesn’t really need a job, but the chance to see her beloved elephants again is a powerful incentive to sway her into joining her wronged co-workers in all they seek to do.

Stix. The clown. With a penchant for food and painfully bright ridiculous clothing, the genial Stix isn’t just a circus or carnival clown at work, he’s a clown in general, fond of pranks and mischief, and a good time all round. More prepared to look for the safer way out of trouble than to plunge headfirst into it, he’s nonetheless also prepared to follow his long-time friends and associates into the pits of hell.

Cleo. The tiger performer. Aloof, statuesque, pierced brunette beauty. With a propensity for profanity, a stubborn streak and a temper, to go with no qualms about speaking her mind, she is among the first of those vowing vengeance on those responsible for the carny crew’s rough treatment.

Blades. The knife man. Short, wiry, and gaunt, Blades is small in stature, but big in intimidation. Blades isn’t merely a catchy nickname plucked out of thin air; this fellow is lethal with anything sharp and carries more concealed knives around than an average armoury. Stix’s sidekick, or more appropriately, vice versa. While Stix brings the jokes and good humour, Blades brings the genuine menace.

Loco. The oddity. The freak. The true ringleader, spearhead and driving force behind all the maelstrom of events the displaced ex-carnival workers find themselves engulfed in. A six foot tattooed, pierced, braided, Mohawked entity Loco is who all the others seek direction from. Looks frightening, genuinely is frightening. Carries around an abundance of secrets.

Jason. The sometime sideshow operator. Jack of all menial trades. Easy-going, metal-loving Jason is the newest member of the Carnival, and not being a true ‘carny’ as such, most likely to be kept around for the new Horror Park vision. Instead, despite being in desperate need of a job, he is first to speak up against those seeking to undo the antiquated notions of the Classic. Quick-thinking, quick-acting, impetuous, impulsive, Jason is the wildcard in the vengeful jobless carnival brigade.

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Spearheaded by the persuasive Loco and Angelique, this intrepid (or insanely foolish) octet bide their time for a week, then meet up once more, with plans to return to the Carnival grounds. Motivated partly by the desire to regain some of the possessions they weren’t allowed to take upon their termination, but mostly by the need to somehow seek vengeance on those they feel wronged them, the disgruntled collective return under cover of the dark.

Soon enough they can see that in that week absent from the place, Mister E, his hordes of workers, and most likely those who elected to remain in the new Ringmaster’s employ have not been idle. Nothing remains of the rustic old, tranquil place of employment they were all used to. In its place is a massive sprawling monstrosity of a creation, a modern Carnival behemoth still in the process of being completely set up. Surrounded by towering chain-link fences topped by barbed wire, this giant entity dwarfs the tiny Classic Carnival it has eclipsed.

This is the Carnival of Chaos, and what they’re about to discover inside is going to change a simple revenge mission into an escalating nightmare of terrifying proportions, where it isn’t just the eight of them being dragged into a slipstream of violence, pain, perversion and unimaginable horror, but many others as well.

 

Carnival of Chaos (which is part of the massive Project 26 creation from J. Ellington Ashton Press) is available now in paperback and Kindle, part one of a two book tale which culminates with Festival of the Flesh (available in two weeks).

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Threatened, assaulted, and ultimately dismissed from their jobs, a group of disgruntled ex-carnival workers swear vengeance on the sinister new boss responsible for their state. Coercing even the most unwilling amongst them to join in on the revenge mission, the collective wait, biding their time before returning to the carnival grounds under cover of darkness. Plans for regaining lost property and enacting some simple retribution swiftly turn deadly when a series of grisly discoveries are made.

Now, having unwittingly involved themselves in something insidious and monstrous, this miscreant collective are being hunted by a relentless force. As more people are sucked into the maelstrom, innocent and nefarious alike, they’re all about to find themselves on an escalating nightmare journey into a brutal world of unimaginable pain and perversion.

Snaring a ticket to this carnival doesn’t ensure fun and frivolity. It only ensures carnage and chaos. Survival is not guaranteed.

http://smarturl.it/carnivalofchaos

 

PROJECT 26 ROLLS ON

If you’ve been following the mammoth ongoing Project 26 entity (or alternatively, even if you haven’t-you’d probably have seen an assortment of posts regarding it floating all around Facebook, Twitter and various other places) you would be aware that more P26 books have emerged in recent weeks.

On the off-chance you aren’t up to date with Project 26, I’ll do a quick recap, though elsewhere on this site I’ve laid out what the project is all about. In short, it is a series of books-26 in total, one for each letter of the alphabet. Novels, novellas and anthologies are all represented. Unlike other projects of a similar nature (the whole alphabet represented by books or stories or whatnot) these books are not being released in strict alphabet order, instead they are coming out in lots of four or thereabouts in completely random order, so you’ll never know what is coming next.

In any case, among those recently released are a few where I have involvement in different capacities. Two of these, Slaughter on the Seas and Zombies: Zero Hour, I’m editor for (I’ll just mention here that I wasn’t initally planning to be editor for these, but stepped into the role when the original editor dropped out of the project. I have a story in Zombies, and generally speaking I’m not one to put my own stories in works I’m editor for, hence the disclaimer regarding how I came to be helming those particular books). Nonetheless, both of them are doing well, particularly the latter, despite the fact that it revolves around zombies, which of course many people feel are over-saturating the market, or they’ve had their day or some such shit. Bear in mind though, Project 26 has been in the making for quite some time now, and regardless how one feels about zombies, the truth is, they’ve gone beyond a trend to a mainstay in horror fiction, and there is always going to be a market for material revolving around them. While there may be nothing new under the sun, there are always plenty of ways to put a different spin on things and many of the authors involved in books like this with familiar themes or popular horror entities/monsters/what-have-you have found engaging and unique ways of keeping well-worn paths interesting.

Notions of the undead have fascinated and terrified humanity for centuries, and none more so than those tales revolving around zombies. From the very root of the zombie myth back in Haitian slave days to a saturation through popular culture, zombies have crawled their way up out of their graves, refusing to stay interred.

Now, as their hordes increase and their hungers grow, the undead plagues cannot be stopped. It isn’t just a case of no more room left in hell, now there’s no room left on earth. The apocalypse is here, and it’s time for humanity to abdicate their position as rulers of the planet to those monstrous reanimated ghouls from the tomb.

Humans have had their day. Time’s up. The world belongs to the zombies now. It’s zero hour.

http://smarturl.it/zombieszerohour

 

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Filled with monstrous entities from the deep, both real and fabled, and sailed by marauding pirate ships with bloodthirsty souls looking to plunder and destroy, the great briny blue of the ocean is one of the most terrifying places imaginable.

With almost three quarters of the earth’s surface covered by sea, this vast expanse is home to myriad horrors.

From hundreds of fathoms down, or lurking just beneath the surface, to brazenly navigating the nautical domain, these deadly threats are just waiting for unsuspecting souls to take to the waters.

So come on, take the plunge, dive on in. The water is fine. What exists within it is another story.

http://smarturl.it/slaughterontheseas

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Elsewhere I have stories appearing in a couple of the others released in those surprise bundles, including the demonic collective Dance With the Demon and the swarming plague of horror that is Insectile Illusion, both anthologies helmed by Toneye Eyenot. In the former I have a piece titled Summoning where a black metal band inadvertently bring forth a malevolent being after messing around with what they think is merely a cool song. In the latter I present Sewer Dwellers which features a thief too smart for his own good, thinking he’s evaded police capture by hiding out in the sewers beneath the city. This cunning fellow is about to discover staying one step ahead of the cops is the least of his worries.

Demons – we all have them. Like a parasitic shadow, attaching itself and penetrating its foul claws deep into your soul, your own personal demon feeds on your fears. Fear – the basest of all human emotions; the one from which all our others gain impetus and purpose – even of love.

Throughout history, the Demon has been projected outwards, given form, given a cornucopia of names and even hierarchies. Truth be told, they are a deeply ingrained expression of our own psyches. Manifesting in a myriad of ways: addictions – physical, mental and spiritual; hatred and prejudice, ignorance and subservience – the Demon lives within us all, and choreographs the dance of life towards death.

As you immerse yourself in the demonic tales within these pages, the question may arise…

How much of yourself have you given away, as you Dance with the Demon?

 

Nothing makes the skin crawl more than skin crawling with insects. Making their way into every orifice, burrowing through flesh to lay their eggs by the million; you, their unwilling host. Swarms invading your home, infesting the streets, devouring crops, bringing disease, famine, and death. If the insects decide to take over, there is next to nothing you can do in defence. Now, keep this in the forefront of your mind as you delve into this entomological excursion. The stories within are guaranteed to have you swatting and scratching at illusive insects as you read the tales these authors have poured into this bug collection from hell. Your own bed, especially, will no longer be a sanctuary as the antagonists of these stories follow you into your nightmares.

But hey, it all just an illusion, right? Right?

 

There have also been releases from Essel Pratt, Roma Gray and Mark Woods to check out as the Project 26 Machine rolls relentlessly on. Be sure to collect them all.

And stay tuned as more releases emerge since among them will be new brutality and bloodshed in the form of the dual monsters known as Carnival of Chaos and Festival of the Flesh.

CARNIVAL

Part one of an ultra-violent, splatterpunk, visceral expedition into a world of revenge, pain, perversion and bloody death. Come along and snare a ticket to this carnival, but proceed with caution. Survival is not guaranteed.

FESTIVAL

Hidden within a seemingly innocuous horror themed carnival exists something far more insidious. Where those with dollars and depraved desires find everything they seek catered for.
Peel away the bright, colourful facade of the Carnival and you’ll find the hideous heart that is the Festival of the Flesh. #P26

COMING SOON

 

This is an unedited excerpt of one of the two novels I’m currently working on, one which is tentatively titled Carnival of Chaos/Festival of the Flesh (working title only at the moment). It will be, or it is intended to be, a full length in two parts-the Carnival, and the Festival-approximately thirty chapters a part.

He was in a tiny cloistered space, completely dark, maybe three feet by three feet. He couldn’t tell if there was a ceiling in the place, reaching up to find one located nothing and if there was anything above, it was a whole lot higher than his hands could stretch.
Silence surrounded him, along with this utter darkness and it was disquieting, eerie and haunting to hear absolutely nothing.
He ran his hands along the walls but there was nothing to feel but smooth flat planes, slightly cool to the touch.
Abruptly one of these walls enclosing him fell right away, and all of a sudden the total quiescence was being shattered by a cacophony of noise rushing in.
The darkness inside was obliterated by a raft of illumination, lights, bright colours, so brilliant and dazzling that they hurt his eyes.
When his eyes had a second to adjust he saw the colours and lights stemmed from Carnival rides, attractions, flares of neon signs and the like; reds, oranges, blues, yellows.
A giant Tilt A Whirl car swept past in front of him, apparently connected to nothing, moving around in erratic circles, kicking up showers of sparks.
In it was Mister E, his greasy face shining under the glow of a mass of lights, his grin a savage shark-like expression.
“Welcome to the Hunt, Jason!” He boomed into a megaphone, the voice resonating horrendously around the arena. “This is where it begins for you!”
Jason turned around and around, eyes trying to take in everything around him.
The dark enclosure he’d stepped out of had inexplicably vanished, instead he was surrounded by towering fences, spiked, tipped with pale skulls, shrunken heads, all screaming at him.
Powerful figures moved all around him in a swirling mist, made multi-coloured by the myriad lights from twisted incarnations of the Carnival rides, giant slides with jagged blades and sharp points protruding from them, Dodgem Cars in the shapes of hunched goblin monsters, slowly revolving Ferris Wheels with dead passengers.
Other faster crazy careening rides spun wildly out of control and from their carriages flew body segments, a bloody rain of severed hands, feet, sex organs, internal organs.
These human-like shapes milling around him wore an assortment of coverings over their faces; gimp masks, gas masks, executioner hoods, balaclavas, animal masks, fright wigs, demonic featured things.
They wielded a plethora of weapons in massive clenched fists; daggers, swords, sledgehammers, axes, hatchets, some of these ferocious implements looking as ancient as time itself but vicious and lethal nonetheless.
Jason ran.
He found himself hurtling down a passageway, or was it a tunnel?
Either way, it was made of chainlink meshed material, and outside, scores and scores of snarling barking dogs gnashed their teeth, lunged at him through the barrier, flung themselves bodily at him.
He heard feet pounding on the floor behind him, gaining. He knew it was the masked hordes on the chase. The Hunt.
With him the Hunted.
Ahead in the distance, he saw a great black trailer ablaze, orange flames and dark choking clouds of smoke pouring from it.
For some reason he figured that must be his destination. Would getting there end the Hunt? Was there any end to the Hunt?
There must be, for by the time he actually made it to the trailer he was in the Splatterhouse; walls dripping red blood, organs sticking to them as if they had been flung forcibly against them.
Hands snatched at him, tried to trip him up, tried to grab his clothes and hair; disembodied extremities falling off the walls with fingers curling around his ankles.
His progress was stunted by this, it felt worse than when he was being pursued by the masked chasers in the narrow tunnel bordered by canine fiends as he seemed to be getting nowhere.
Every step he took shook the Splatterhouse walls and cascaded more blood down them, shook more mutilated flesh off them to fall upon him.
A tangle of entrails dropped in ghastly ropes around his neck, an eyeball bounced off his cranium.
Rolled along the plane of the floor, splashing into a puddle of congealing blood, staring at him.
The masked Hunters came right through the walls. They ripped through them with their blades, sliced great holes and jagged rends in them as if they were actually composed of flesh, forcing their bodies through their created apertures, looking like mutated creatures in the midst of a gruesome birth.
Some of them swung trophies in one hand, their weapons in another.
Jason realised he wasn’t, or hadn’t been the only one in the Hunt.
Those others who’d fallen prey to the Hunters in the nightmarish Carnival grounds had their dismembered heads slung by the hair, their torn throats spraying fresh blood as their killers tore through the walls of the Splatterhouse.
He saw faces he thought he knew, others he didn’t recognise among these gory prizes.
He thought he saw Ben, Emily, maybe Gerald and Rollo, others, eyes still frozen and fixed with the terror, or the surprised moment a cleaving blade detached their skull from their body.
One of his masked tormentors loomed through a wall, tearing fissures in it and gouting renewed torrents of blood from it.
The man-or beast-wore Stix’s face. It wasn’t Stix, it was literally his face, ripped from him and plastered on in the fashion of a rudimentary mask.
The Hunter swung only a weapon, a glass bottle with a busted neck of sharp teeth so one hand was free.
This hand reached up and wrenched the bloodied skinmask away, flinging it at Jason. It missed him but showered him in droplets of claret as it flew past his ear and splattered against the wall, impossibly still looking at him with the eyes of Stix still intact in it.
The former wearer of the clowns face was the drunken barstool resident of the Lonely Bull tavern, his teeth bared in a hideous grin.
“The hunting season, the fucking season! It’s coming on,” he declared as he lurched nearer. “It’s coming on!”
Then Jason was back in the dark, but with a light radiating somewhere in the distance.
He stumbled his way towards it, feeling like he was wading through kneedeep treacle.
The light came from a big circular wheel, like some ridiculous game show accessory and strapped to it by hands, feet and throat was Blades.
Lodged in it and around him were knives hurled by unseen assailants, some in fact in him already, pinning him like darts stuck in a human dartboard.
Rivulets of blood tickled from his mouth, from his other penetrated parts and some of the handles of the weapons were shaking and quivering with the force of impact as if they’d just been thrown.
As Jason neared, and once again the dark enveloping him fell away to be replaced with agonizing bursts of colours, pinwheel sparks and inane carousel music, shouting, gleeful mocking laughter, a knife whistled through the air and seared Blades right through the throat.
His eyes and tongue bulged out as a welter of blood erupted.
It drenched Jason and he saw that the person who’d thrown it was the dark haired policeman from the coffee shop, the bristling ends of his dark moustache dribbling with red blood.
“Jesus son, what’s the rush? Got a hot date with the barber? What’s the rush? The hunting season, the fucking season, its coming on. Its coming on!”
Mister E appeared alongside him, dressed up like a ringmaster, eyes glinting with unearthly menace, his pencil moustache a black slash above his lips.
He held Loco’s severed head impaled on a human spine-or maybe that was his own spine, ripped out as if by Predator, still attached to the vertebrae in his neck-and Chippy’s in the other.
He banged their faces together like a toy monkey clapping cymbals.
“It’s the Festival of the Flesh!” He announced maniacally, spilling a flood of high pitched ear puncturing laughter.
Jason saw he was in an area ablaze with gaudy colour and light, a sideshow alley filled with carousels and merry go rounds, made up not of bright horses, circus animals or fun vehicles but instead, twisted dragons, gargoyles, impossible nightmare beasts, skeletons, oozing sluglike things and others that just seemed to be big hunks of raw flesh, dripping blood down the colourful sides of the carousel base.
Demonic faced clowns with sharp crooked teeth, acrobats tying themselves into impossible knots and breaking bones in the process, more masked beings and other oddities swelled around, tossing segmented sections of human meat to and at one another, some chewing upon it, sending blood coursing down chins.
They parted as Mister E approached, banging his Loco and Chippy faces against one another, further cracking their skulls and damaging their features more, fountaining crimson geysers from them.
“The Festival of the Flesh!” Mister E declared through a megaphone which he somehow had strapped to his face, making him look like a deformed elephant in a top hat. “We’ve got positions for the beauties, lots of positions for those fine pieces of flesh, and Blood Games for the rest. The Festival of the Flesh!”

 

I’ve been pretty inactive here, on Facebook and Twitter recently due to the fact that I have just relocated from the city to the country, and have had no proper internet access until today.

This means I can now start getting myself visible once more, keeping things updated and posting more news about the upcoming Plebs, along with other things I’m working on.

Where I’m currently at with Plebs is edits and that is moving along very rapidly, I’m half way through what is a sixty plus chapter novel after a couple of days of doing this (fitting in the time when I am able to, along with organising the new house, and chasing my mischievous little kids around), though I’m keen to get it done as soon as possible to get the ball rolling on this monster.

In the overall scheme of things I’m pretty damn happy with how the manuscript came back from the publishers and editor Mark, considering I submitted the book as a very first draft with zero changes to the story from its first write. Being a bit too sparse with comma’s is my main problem, other than that I only need to revise a couple of sentences and trim a couple of scenes.

Nothing in the entire story has been changed or altered in any way, and this is fantastic. I’m extremely excited to get this out there so I’m making the Plebs edits my number one priority in terms of writing at the moment.

This means the other two novels I am currently working on (Undead Fleshcrave and Carnival of Chaos/Festival of the Flesh) will temporarily go on the backburner but at the rate I’m going through edits (and the relatively small amount required to do) I will be right back into these two very shortly.

I also plan to touch up another completed manuscript In The Darkest Hour and consider getting things moving on having it published as well.

Hopefully I don’t get sidetracked by another more surfeit of ideas and get drawn into writing another full length 😉