Consummate EVIL is coming. It is relentless and unavoidable. It is Blue.
Jessica Schreiber is seeing things. Very horrible things. Since arriving in Raynham for what should have been a relaxing vacation, she’s been seeing the Big Blue.
Jessica is smelling things too—dead and rotting things that she can’t see. She is sure those dead and rotting things are dead people. Lots of dead people.
Jessica’s worst nightmares will soon become her reality. Her reality will soon become a terrifying nightmare.
The tentacled residents of the House of Death have a lot that they wish to show Jessica Schreiber. They have a lot that they wish to tell her. But will she survive long enough to learn their lessons?
In the 1950s people envisioned the 1980s as the age of moon colonization and everyday space travel amid continued Cold War shenanigans.
Along that time line the Foo corporation and its subsidiary, Nucleo, have dominated the market, and a new head of the company, Mr. Salt, plans to take it to the next level by building the first lunar theme park and resort.
But the Green family next door might present a challenge as Grandpa tightens his tin foil hat and enlists the help of little Johnny and Suzy in finding out the secret of what’s lurking in the Salts’ basement and really driving the Foo Corporation to dominate the lunar tourist industry.
Ruled by a committee of Hags, and fueled by toothless rivalries, Black County lurks just far enough out of the way to be completely unnoticed by the rest of civilization. Its inhabitants have been mentally warped for generations and the land itself seems to have the power to drive anyone unlucky enough to visit into ridiculous hillbilly madness.
When a construction Company needs to bury a pipeline through its ludicrous hills and valleys, a twisted charm goes to work and every aspect of already bizarre Black County life takes a gory turn for the hysterical. Take a preposterous trip along with its citizens, both native and new, through escapades such as the Hag parade, the grand opening of Madame Skunk’s House of Ill Repute, the demolition derby riot, and the rabid zombie clown apocalypse.
After Tiff Hooper recognizes Josh Penham, the man who abducted her and kept her in his basement and abused her, she brings her three friends to Raynham for a night of well-deserved revenge on him.
Only things don’t go according to plan.
It is never a good idea to leave a corpse in Raynham’s Pleasant Street Cemetery. You run the very real risk of awakening what lies underground there. And that thing — Brainchew — is more horrible and more evil than anything the average mind conceives of even in its worst nightmares.
Brainchew is back! And this time the monster is extra-hungry. But there are plenty of delicious human brains about tonight, and Brainchew intends to eat them all before dawn.
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Combine horror with pitch dark emotion and human drama. Fiends of the Flesh will fit the needs of the thrill seeker inside us all that is looking for a new ride into the void of frenzied fear. You are officially welcome on a journey through an incredible gathering of fiends telling their tales in this anthology currently residing in your fingers. This veritable smorgasbord of stories will convalesce your hunger for terror; ranging from assassins to aliens, ghosts to gangsters, monsters to maniacs: A compilation of creepy tales to keep your blood and imagination racing till you get to the final pages. What better temptation is there but to flick that page to get your final answers, only to start a new stroll into a fresh and welcoming black tunnel?
Dare we say that there are some heartwarming moments that appeal to our human side while delving into these nightmarish scenarios? Sometimes there is nowhere or nobody to turn to when the lights go out. So take this handbook (so to speak) with you into the night and be prepared rather than scared of the unknown. You see, we are the Fiends of the Flesh, and we know what frightens you or in some cases, entices you to open that doorway that leads to sites beyond comprehension.
We invite you to a chuckle or two of course. Humor and horror have been known to cross similar paths when the outrageous becomes something tangible.
Overall, find your comfy corner of the universe and enjoy tales from Burning Bulb veterans like Rich Bottles Jr., Nelson W. Pyles, Jon Towers, David J. Fairhead, Michelle Bowser, Solon Tsangaras and Paul Wargelin. Then you will also get into the minds of newcomers to the Burning Bulb arena; M.K. Oster, James Castiglione, and Bill Smith.
In the end, we are all Fiends of the Flesh. So open up.
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Hot off the press: DON’T YELL AT THE DAMN DESK CLERK! by MICHELLE BOWSER now available in Paperback, Kindle and Audiobook by Burning Bulb Publishing!
Have you ever been hired for a position that you thought entailed just one job but turned out to be all the jobs? And didn’t get paid enough for any of them?
Or have you ever checked into a small hotel off the interstate late at night and wondered things like, what was all that noise at 2:00 A.M., why is there never anyone at the front desk or what happened to that ranting lunatic at free breakfast who kept complaining the boiling water wasn’t hot enough? Then you’ll enjoy checking into Don’t Yell at the Damn Desk Clerk! for a humorous look at what went on in that hotel you stayed in last night.
Travel through several evenings with the night auditor of a budget hotel off the interstate as she handles irate guests with insane complaints, stingy bosses, incompetent coworkers and physically exhausting adventures she never thought would come along with a “desk job”.
It was supposed to be a simple jewel heist, but it went badly wrong. Chuck got shot and died.
Lance hid his friend’s corpse in the Pleasant Street Cemetery. But that was a big mistake—there was something undead, something extremely hungry . . . something eXXXtremely horrible, buried in the Pleasant Street Cemetery.
And Lance had just woken it up.
They called the monster Brainchew because it ate brains. Human brains. And it preferred those brains fresh from the heads . . . of the living.
And now it was awake again, Brainchew planned on feeding big-time tonight. Oh hell yes, it did.