We are finally nearing the release of our debut anthology, Mannequin: Tales of Wood Made Flesh, inspired by the long-standing sub-theme of the uncanny prevalent in the works of Thomas Ligotti and Bruno Schulz. Somehow, we were able to enlist an extraordinary array of authors for this release, as you’ll see in the image below.
By popular demand, SMM’s Kindle Crack segment is back! We apologize for the unexpected hiatus, but new work schedules, editing obligations, and a fierce period of catching up on fiction writing put us more than a little behind. But now the wait is over, and your long-standing thirst for excellent kindle deals for nuts of
by Ben Arzate Lana, a woman possessed by an angel, has been kidnapped by a cult of Satanists who want to exorcise the angel for their own evil purposes. However, her lover Michael has infiltrated the Satanists. With the help of him and her training to use the angel’s power, the two plan to destroy
Welcome back to The Unreprinted, the series in which author Ben Arzate explores the finest and/or most fucked up in forgotten and out-of-print fiction. The title of this one may call to mind the classic Canadian body horror of filmmaker David Cronenberg, but don’t let it fool you. TK Kenyon has crafted something entirely different and
by Zakary McGaha Up until now, Ben Arzate has only written shorter works of fiction and poetry. Now, his first novella-length work has been unleashed into the wilds of the small press scene. Although still rather short, The Story of the Y is written in a minimalistic, to-the-point way that makes it play out like
by Ben Arzate In 1978, a mysterious album called Ready for the House, credited to The Units, was released by a new record label calling itself Corwood Industries. The front cover was a poorly lit picture of a brightly decorated room with no text on the front. Despite the name implying a band, the album
by Zakary McGaha [Note: I need to start this review by touching on the frequent reference of my own paranormal encounters. I am, in no way, laying my experiences down as trump cards for those who don’t believe. I don’t distrust myself…what happened to me happened…but I’m open to the possibility that my age played
By J. L. Mayne She dances with the room. The music from the speakers vibrates up from the floor, radiating through her bones. She takes in the bodies around her, the crowd moving as one, the addictive notes caressing their brains, they submit to the melody. The sweet smell of sweat and alcohol permeating
by Ben Arzate After an intense rehearsal, a French dance troupe throws a party to relax and unwind, enjoying the sangria that the choreographer leading the troupe made for them. However, they soon discover that the sangria has been spiked with LSD. Trapped in their rehearsal hall in the dead of winter, they try
by Zakary McGaha Warning: This review has spoilers. I don’t like writing bad reviews. I don’t enjoy using gigantic amounts of snark to tear things apart. But The Maze, a 2010 horror film directed by Stephen Shimek, deserves more than snark: it deserves super snark. The Maze is a film I used to see all
