Getting Personal with Mike Ennenbach

1. How old were you when you first wrote your first story?

Twenty or so. It was horrific. So bad. It was mostly just an exercise when I look back at it. I put my friends in the most ridiculous situations. I knew it was bad, but it felt so good to create.

2. How many books have you written?

 As of right now, the collection and one novel. Add in the thousand and some odd poems, a novella and the two books in progress and we can round it to three.

3. Anything you won’t write about?

Not really. Sometimes there is a clear path from beginning to end. But I have found once the words start to flow they can ceer sharply away. So while I may not want to write about something, I may find myself in the middle of it anyway. 

4. Tell me about you. Age (if you don’t mind answering), married, kids, do you have another job etc…

I am in my early forties, divorced with two awesome kids. They are pretty much my everything. Besides writing all the damn time, I am a technician (electro-mechanical) and have fixed everything from juke boxes and pinball machines to plastic injection molders and high capacity conveyors for UPS. Probably most everything in between as well

5. What’s your favorite book you have written?

 Personally the Rain trilogy of short stories. But they are all my babies. For the longest time I had lost one that is included in Notches, ‘T-Rex and Babydoll’. It was a fever dream of a story and when I lost it I tried to rewrite it but never could get it right. Then one day it just showed up again. So that gets points as my white whale for a long time.

6. Who or what inspired you to write? 

I used to sketch a lot. Then one day I couldn’t draw what I saw in my head. I’ve always been imaginative. One day I decided to try and draw with words. It was pretty terrible but I kept at it with the encouragement of friends. 

7. What do you like to do for fun?

I like B movies and video games. And I tend to skip both and read. But nothing brings the satisfaction of writing.

8. Any traditions you do when you finish a book? 

I start the next story or poem. No basking in the after glow for me. By the end of a story the next has been burning pretty fierce and clawing it’s way out.

9. Where do you write? Quiet or music? 

Depends on the scene. But music is a go to. Old school punk and Japanese bop jazz do the trick. Quiet when I write in bed or if I have to try and wrangle the words back on course. 

10. Anything you would change about your writing?

 I would make it so I could write high fantasy. I love the stuff when it comes to reading but I am not wired for it. The hardest lesson I had to learn was to really research what I was writing. It drivesme nuts to find inconsistencies or errors that a simple search could fix.

11. What is your dream? Famous writer? 

When I was fresh out of high school I met Maya Angelou. Ever since then I wanted to be a poet laureate. But I would take NY Times Best Selling author and a few awards if they were handing then out.

12. Where do you live? 

Right between Dallas and Fort Worth in Grand Prairie Texas. Home of Sandy Cheeks from SpongeBob. 

13. Pets? 

I’ve had my share of cats over the years but none at the moment. I want a Maine Coon or lynx. And hedgehogs are adorable but require attention I’m just not capable of alone.

14. What’s your favorite thing about writing? 

The reactions of the readers. When someone says they were moved to tears. Or is angry over a turn in the story. It is satisfying to illicit a response.

15. What is coming next for you? 

I have submitted my first novel. I’m really proud of it. It is the culmination of everything I have been writing. The first of four books that follows Arthur Hardly, a gambler with extraordinary luck as he tries to stop the end of the world. It combines all the things I enjoy – mythology, humor, a leprechaun with a serious drug problem, Aleister Crowley and traveling to strange and sometimes horrifying places.

16. Where do you get your ideas?

Everywhere. I am curious about everything. I do Wikipedia roulette and get lost down the rabbit hole. Combine that with my depression and there is no telling where my head is going to go.

Buy Notches. Follow my blog ( for daily poems and the occasional short story. This is just the beginning. I have stories to tell the world whether it is ready or not.

A Collection of dark, twisted and some humorous stories including an epic dark poem from the tormented mind of M. Ennenbach.  Each story will give you a window into the darkness of the soul. Fueled by raw, powerful emotions. They will chew you up and spit you out leaving you quivering on the floor in a gruesome mess begging for more. Are you brave enough to traverse the dark path laid before you or will you become another notch on the wall? 

400 Days Of Oppression by Wrath James White

December 5th, 2018 12:03am

400 Days Of Oppression by: Wrath James White

I read a lot. I love to read. I have favorite books. This book is an end all book. I just now finished reading it and I’m not sure how I will pick up the next one and start reading. I started this book last night after doing the pod cast that I co-host with Jesse Dedman. It was midnight and I figured I would read just a hour or two at the most. By 3am I was only 20% in the book and had already been mad as hell, cried like a fool and didn’t know if it would be possible to read more. I couldn’t put it down. It had me in its grips and it wasn’t going to let go. Truth be told, I didn’t want it to let go. I was totally amazed.

I have always had a great respect for Wrath. He is smart, talented and strong. He has a presence about him that tells you I don’t take shit. I wish I was more like that at times. He is also outspoken and stands tall for what he believes. I have said many times that if someone was bothering me at a convention and I knew he was there I would run straight to him. I have no doubt I would be safe. Now, I tell you all this to say… my opinion of Wrath has changed. Reading this book I saw a side of him I didn’t know. A side I really like. A deeply sensitive and caring side of him. It is profound. I find it hard to convey in words exactly how I feel. So, I will say that admiration would be quite appropriate.

There are two main characters in this book. A white woman who is a school teacher. She grew up in a trailer park, had a rough life. Was raped and abused as a young girl but was determined to do better. The other character is a black man. He grew up in the ghetto. His mother faked their address to send him to a good school so that he got an education. She wanted better for him. She wanted him to have a better life. He became an entrepreneur. Smart, good looking and talented. They meet at a night club. She is with a cute girlfriend of hers and is shocked that this beautiful man shows interest in her and ignores her friend. At the end of the night he asks for her phone number. She laughs but gives it to him thinking she won’t hear from him again. He calls several days later and immediately asks for her address. Not sure why or if he will show she gives it to him. He comes over and they start dating. She falls hard for him and he falls for her. He then informs her that in order for her to be with him she needs to learn what his ancestors suffered. So that she understands him and what he has faced in life. He explains what all this will involve and tells her that she will suffer the same things they did for 400 days. He provides her with a safe word. If she says it then it will end and they will be done. He will walk away. If she succeeds then he will marry her. She agrees. Now at this point I will tell you that he is involved in the BDSM lifestyle and he brings her into this. Some of it is hot some will make you cringe. If you think that this book isn’t horror you are mistaken. At one point reading a scene I yelled now this is how you write horror! The cats ran! Lol There are so many twists and turns in this book that will leave you with your mouth on the floor. I was shocked and couldn’t decide if I wanted to save her or smack her at times. You will love both characters and the ending totally threw me. I never expected it and no it isn’t a happily ever after. This is horror! In my opinion everyone should read this book. I knew a lot about what the slaves went through but I can say that I learned a lot. Some times I felt like it was me going through what she suffered through. He described this book to me as an emotional roller coaster. That is no lie!

This is an easy engrossing read. It quickly pulls you in and really twists you up. Unfortunately, I have seen first hand prejudice. It is an ugly thing to me. I will never understand it. I have always seen people. It doesn’t matter to me color, religion or sexual preference. I know that many people don’t see it that way. I also know that many people are treated bad and differently because of this and it makes me mad. There is a small town in Tennessee called Brownsville. It is racially divided. My mother side of the family was from there. I had not been there since I was 7 years old until a year after my mom died. I went back to see the house she lived in and the town that I grew up in thinking since it was now 2011 things surely had changed. I was mistaken. It is still much the same. The hotel I stayed at was a Hampton Inn. A nice hotel. Clean and the front desk staff was friendly. There was a McDonald’s in front of the hotel and I stopped there for breakfast the next morning on my way out of town. The young lady that was working the drive thru took my order. When I pulled to the window to pay she refused to look at me. She took the money and handed me the order and shut the window. I thanked her but she didn’t speak to me or ever looked up. It confused me. I didn’t get it then it hit me. I was white. She had been made to think somewhere along the lines that she wasn’t to look up. I don’t think I will ever forget how that made me feel. Much like this story it cut me to the core of my soul. How could one person think they were better than another? Damn it! It was 2011. This shouldn’t be happening. The sad fact is that it still does happen. My long winded point is expand your views, read this book it will change how you see things. That is a great and wonderful thing my friends! Thank you Wrath, for being you, for writing this book and for teaching me more about life and what other have lived through and still live through! It is an honor to know you and call you my friend!

Becky Narron-Roadie Notes

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As the old axiom goes, if something seems too good to be true, it probably is. 
John Savage realized that too late.
Following the biggest job of their lives, John and his small crew think they’ve got it made. But a lawyer, a junkie, a crooked cop, Savage and his girlfriend have unknowingly opened Pandora’s Box. And they won’t know it until it’s too late. As the brutally tortured bodies of their partners come to light, tensions rise all the way to the screaming, chaotic conclusion of this bloody crime thriller.
High risk brings high reward, but the safe bet is usually the smartest. Stick to the plan, or get ready for the hard goodbye.

****Gripping and totally Enthralling****


The bus driver started laughing – a high-pitched cackle that pierced my ears – just as laughter burst through my phone. I looked toward the driver, he was leaning over, twisting back to face me, his mouth stretched open to a wide smile. His laughter grew louder for a second or two and then stopped. “Where are you going Mike?” He said, his voice coming from the phone as well. I dropped it.

He stood up, his limbs stretching and growing, popping and cracking. His head crunched against the roof as the tips of his fingers brushed the floor. I slid out of my seat, took a step back. “Tiana, get up!”

She looked up at me, blinked, then noticed the driver, a gasp catching in her throat. The bus began to slow down. She slid out of the seat and shuffled around me. The other passengers had noticed and stood up as well. I grabbed my work knife, its short blade practically useless.

We started backing away as the bus slowed to a crawl, the people in the back yelling about the door. They were trying to pry it open. The driver took a couple stuttered steps forward, his lower jaw sinking halfway down his chest, spikes of teeth littering the gaping maw.


About the Author: 

Nicholas Catron is a writer of fiction and poetry. He resides in the Pacific Northwest, where he enjoys rainy weather, fog and low hanging clouds. You can find his short fiction and poetry published in multiple published anthologies. He has a wife and three kids who do their best to keep him from writing.


What readers are saying: 

Just like with The Spaces Between, Nicholas Catron delivers another wonderful story here with And So It Began. The story has a dreamlike quality to it, a stylistic prose I cannot put my finger on, but it is so thoroughly enjoyable to read that I simply MUST mention it. Only here, it’s a nightmare.

At once captivating, puzzling, intriguing, and terrifying, this tale of the dawn of the apocalypse hits all the right notes. The prose is liquid, the dialogue perfect, the characters surprisingly well-developed for such a short piece, and the final scene is an absolute gut-punch. This is a powerful story, and wholly unique despite its premise. This kind of tale hasn’t been done in quite this way before, at least to my knowledge, and it drew me in with its singularity.

Anyone who enjoys horror NEEDS to get this story. You do yourself a disservice in skipping, and it’s well worth the meager price. It’s worth three or four times this, perhaps more, and I honestly can’t think of a crowd I WOULDN’T recommend this book to. Maybe blue-haired old ladies who like their books cozy and happy. But anyone else should love this one. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️


Wow, I just started skimming to see what I got myself into and BAM. I’m in deep and not paying attention to things around me. This author has a way of grabbing your attention very inconspicuously and before you know it you’re in a dedicated relationship with his book. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️


A new and refreshing take on an old subject! This is one writer that I will definitely want to read much more from! He has a great voice in his writing that really shines. The cover is what made me want to read it and I’m so glad I picked it up. Don’t miss this. If his goal was to get me to want to read more of his work then it accomplished what he intended. I can’t say enough that you want to read this! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️



Dino Parenti



Dino Parenti is a writer of dark literary and speculative fiction. He is the winner of the first annual Lascaux Review flash fiction contest and is featured in the Anthony Award winning anthology Blood on the Bayou. His work can be found in Pantheon Magazine, Menacing Hedge, Pithead Chapel, as well as other anthologies. He is a fiction editor at Gamut Magazine and a member of the HWA. His short-fiction collection, Dead Reckoning and other stories, is slated for release with Crystal Lake Publishing this fall.

When not purging his soul into a laptop thanks to a far-too-early exposure to Stephen King, Scorsese movies, and Camus, he can be found photographing the odd junk pile, building furniture, or earning a few bucks as a CAD drafter. He lives in Los Angeles.



An emotional sampler of life on Earth as it once was.

In this collection of sixteen dark, literary tales, disparate characters and their descendants twine and interconnect throughout America from the rural seventies to the post-apocalyptic, stitching together a nefarious mosaic of experiences.

Whether delving into the exploits of a murderous police officer and a lapsing priest engaged in a battle of wills in the sun-blasted dunes of Death Valley, or an anthropologist couple sorting their infertility issues after inadvertently unleashing an Ice Age killer plague, or a mysterious ferry in the Pacific Northwest holding the darkest secrets of a private eye’s final case, or a man so obsessed with touching the infinite that he eagerly volunteers for a one-way mission to preserve the final remnants of mankind, Dead Reckoning and Other Stories ultimately yields a kind of found almanac for human posterity.

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Looking up at an endless stipple of stars in my sky, and a single question tears at me: how do you light a Marlboro with hands like crushed pomegranates?

After twenty-nine years of getting hit and hitting back, it all boils down to the execution of simple tasks.

Case in point: just getting to the cig means nudging it up from my chest pocket with shaky, shredded knuckles so my teeth can fish it out, and even then I have to attack it from the side with molars. When you run your tongue along the cherries jubilee of jagged roots that were once your top and bottom incisors, you have to think outside the box, a side-effect of which is the rekindling of dormant memories. Six years back and three weeks into my first stint in McCreary, the very same broken-glass sensation lingered long after the crowns had been put in. Phantoms, they’re called. Nerves screaming their accounts of renounced body parts in pitch-black rooms. A reminder that the human body is little more than a roving, spongy container for ghosts.

Read about that in an AMA journal. About the phantoms, I mean. Not much to do on the inside but read your fill and fall in step with time’s heartless pulse. That first stretch, conjured out of some overblown vehicular misunderstanding involving the police while the boy was still in his mother’s belly, I busied myself dissecting the dictionary front-to-back between soaking up my weight in prose. Misters Chandler and Azimov were eagerly devoured between bench-presses, brawls, and the occasional muled reefer.

By my last stint, I could parse Hamlet and Macbeth to give the average Oxford don a run for his money. Turned out that words and I were a more natural fit than man ever was. It’s one of the few contradictions I ever got comfortable with.

As to the reasons I wound up penned on all those subsequent occasions, there were only bureaucratic ones. Nothing moral. Wasn’t a person who got thrashed that didn’t deserve it in the biblical sense. Missed the boy’s birth as a consequence though, along with the C-section that nearly killed Jenna. Over the next two years, she would bring the chubby little bundle along for visits, and she’d mail the occasional picture, but I don’t know him. Not how a father should. Only been on the outside for four of his ten years. The other six subsisted on daydreams and the scribblings of dead men, gazing out a tiny meshed porthole at a slow fan of constellations, hesitant of rejoining the world as an understudy.

Three teeth were vacated from my mouth on that first brawl. Far as I can recall, it was over a curl bar disagreement, of which there would be quite a few more. Had I occasion to do it over, I would’ve left them broken at the gum line as reminders to pick and choose my battles more wisely.

My sitting on this curbside at the moment doesn’t quite qualify as an example of such indiscretion, what with my blood and memories dribbling into a coursing gutter while the bar’s sign winks nasty in the corner of my eye. But neither are there intentions on fixing these freshly smashed teeth—four on this night—which should nullify any further excursions to the prison orthodontist on my next stretch, which is now a certainty.

Lee’s, the sign says in large, yellow block letters. As much a declaration of status as proprietorship. A simple marker garnished with stars shooting from the loops in the letters, forming a pattern surrounding the name. Even the apostrophe’s a star, the biggest one of the bunch. Jenna once told me the scientific term for the patterns stars make in the night sky, but damn if it’s not coming to me at the moment. For what it’s worth, I remember her saying once after lovin’—in what I assumed at the time to have been the very session that yielded the boy—that space is an endless, expanding womb where galaxies and stars, planets and comets, gametes and lust smash into each other to either create or extinguish life.

To which we can now add: Hands colliding into faces to alter gravities.

Spent years trying to remedy that, and now it’s all moot. My hands are fountainheads of agony—pulverized, misshapen lumps incapable of any further betrayal. The inside of my head burns and clangs like an off-plumb radiator. Brain cells, much like friends and opportunities, are a finite allotment, and I’ve officially burned through my quota and then some.

No way Jenna’s taking me back. Not after this. No one stays after this. Not with the boy to consider.

Getting personal with Craig Wallwork

Craig Wallwork lives in West Yorkshire, England. His short stories have appeared in many journals, magazines and anthologies in the UK and US. He is the author of the novels, The Sound of Loneliness, and the story collections, Quintessence of Dust, and Gory Hole.



1. How old were you when you first wrote your first story?

Too old. Probably about 30. The story was about my grandfather who died of dementia. It was picked up by Laura Hird, a Scottish writer moving in the same circle as Irvine Welsh. She gave me my first publishing break. No payment, and it was online only, but damn was I happy. I felt like I’d arrived and was soon to be a bestselling author. I’m 45 years old now. Fifteen years of having more rejections than acceptances. And I’m still waiting to write that bestseller. I don’t get disheartened much now if a story isn’t accepted. I just remind myself that William Saroyan received 7,000 rejection slips before landing his first short story. So I did better than him.


2. How many books have you written?

Eight and counting. Half have been published by indie presses. The other half are like children staring out of the window of some orphanage every time headlamps flash by. I’m sure they’ll land a home soon, but until then I’ll keep each fed and watered. But never after midnight. Oh, man. I never feed any after midnight.


3. Anything you won’t write about?

If you would have asked me that five years ago I would have said no. But time, and perhaps being a parent, has mellowed me. I’ve written some really terrible stories, not bad writing, just the subject matter was terrible. I’m sure they’ll come back to haunt me one day. Their my skeletons in the closet. My dirty family secret. The affair and misdemeanours. But I was a different writer back then. I’ve changed. Honestly, judge.


4. Tell me about you. Age (if you don’t mind answering), married, kids, do you have another job etc…


In five years I’ll be fifty. When I was at school, my grandparents were fifty. They had grey hair, no teeth, and had lived through a world war. I have all my own teeth. Don’t even have any fillings. Any grey I may have is limited to my face when the stubble grows. As for war; Syrian, Iraq, Afghanistan – maybe not as close to home to what happened in Europe, but nonetheless. I will say I’ve aged more since having kids. My oldest is ten this year. My youngest is five. Being a parent accelerates the ageing process. It’s like that scene in Interstellar when Mathew McConaughey and Anne Hathaway go to that planet for about twenty minutes but when they return back to the spaceship, twenty-three years has gone by. Being a parent is like that, and you’re the one on the spaceship where time moves slower compared to everyone else around you. I’ve had friends drop off presents when my first child was born, returned a month later, and tell me I looked like I’ve aged five years. It’s scary. But hey, I love them now they’re sleeping in.


5. What’s your favorite book you have written?


That’s like asking, which of your ex-partners did you like the most? I liked them all at one point, but you always love the one you’re with right now. So I would say it’s the novel I’m currently editing. I won’t mention the title, only because I’ve said it before in interviews that go back about three years. Yeah, that’s how long it’s taken me to polish that baby. Once it’s done, I’ll start something new, which I’m sure I’ll love more than any of my others. Basically, I have commitment issues.


6. Who or what inspired you to write?

I wanted to be a cartoonist but failed. Then I wanted to be a filmmaker and failed. I then attempted to be in a band, and I failed. Failure inspired me to write. And continues to do so.


7. What do you like to do for fun?


I enjoy grave robbing. Something about leaving the house late at night, sneaking into a cemetery with shovel in hand looking for a fresh grave. It keeps me fit too. Excavating six-feet of earth is a great workout. I’m thinking of releasing a fitness video: Tone and Bones, maybe. The bind is selling the bodies on the black market. People are so fussy. Does the body still have all its limbs? Is the skin attached? How many teeth does it have? Sheesh. And returns is just a nightmare. So I do that for fun. And I enjoy lying too.


8. Any traditions you do when you finish a book?

Berate myself for not writing a better book.


9. Where do you write? Quiet or music?


I write at home. Mostly in the bedroom, sometimes in the living room, but it depends if the kids have had sugar. Writing is a bit like going to the toilet; you really need your privacy, but sometimes that’s impossible when you’ve got kids. But I do prefer quiet when I can get it. I used to buy those ear protectors, you know, those little orange foam things that look like thimbles. I’d push them into my ears so all I could hear was my heartbeat and blood in my skull. Now I have attained the ability to write anywhere in the house, even downstairs while the kids are watching Colin’s Key make slime or eat ultra sour candy. I can write to Victorious, Sam and Cat, Mr Bean, Hotel Transylvania 2, Sister Vs Bro and Funnel Vision. But I still struggle when they watch Ed Sheeran videos.I walk out then.

10. Anything you would change about your writing?

I’m trying to make it more accessible. By that I mean, a lot of my old stuff had a literary edge. There was plot, but the language and structure was more important to me because that’s what I love reading. To this day, I get very giddy when an author performs alchemy and creates these perfectly formed similes or descriptions out of very little. That was my goal back then, to seduce the reader with words. Now I’m trying to find a balance by retaining some of that magic, while at the same time offsetting it with decent good old fashion storytelling. Yes, it’s taken me fifteen years to reach this epiphany, and I’m hoping the time I’m putting in will be appreciated. If not, I’m going to begin writing trashy erotica.

11. What is your dream? Famous writer?


If I’m being honest, I’d like to earn some money (any money) from writing so I can drop my hours at work. If I could go part-time and write for maybe, two days during the week, I’d be more than happy. That’s the dream. If that doesn’t come off, and please, no one hold your breath, I’d settle to see just one of my books in hardback, cloth bound, and in a library.


12. Where do you live?

A small village in West Yorkshire called, Ripponden. It has three pubs, a couple of restaurants, a tea room and convenience shop. It’s semi rural, lots of agriculture and livestock grazing the fields that back onto moorland. I used to live in a large town growing up. People shot each other, whereas here they shoot grouse and pheasant. Before moving here the only deer I saw was in Stand By Me, but the other day I was picking my daughter up from school, and as I was backing into the parking spot, I saw something brown flash past my rear window. I then heard a large clattering noise and saw a fawn hurtle itself at the school fence. It must have got lost and the car spooked it. The car park backs onto a few residential bungalows for retired folk. There were steps leading down to a house close to the fence the fawn had struck. When I looked toward the bungalow the fawn sprang out of a hedge, kicking and flailing around on its back. I wanted to try to stop it, to tell it I wouldn’t hurt it and to calm down, but it was manic, frenzied. Then it just stopped and went quiet. I ran to the school to speak with one of the staff to get the number of a local vet or rescue service. A few of us went back to make sure it was still there. It was. But it wasn’t breathing, and flies were resting in its open eye. The speed and power of hitting that fence could have broken its neck, but I honestly think its heart gave out. It was such a beautiful creature. It’s fur was the colour of autumn leaves and its legs were long and graceful. My daughter cried all the way home when she heard. She’s got heart that girl. I guess this place is quite wonderful, but even in paradise you can’t help but have your heart-broken once in a while.


13. Pets?


A goldfish only. We used to have a rabbit but it went suicidal on us. It began chewing wires and trying to crawl up the flue over the open fireplace. I just don’t think it liked us. We treated good. Fed it, gave it a nice hutch, but It would stare at us all with this one black eye like we’d murdered its family. My daughter began to think she’d awake in the night and see it there at the end of the bed, staring at her with that one black eye. It was called Fluffy, but after about three months it also went by, Psycho Rabbit, Weirdo Rabbit, Stupid Rabbit, What the Hell, Rabbit?! We eventually took it to a sanctuary to be re-homed. We felt a little like that family at the end of Poltergeist once it was all over, but instead of wheeling out a TV, we wheeled out a hutch.


14. What’s your favorite thing about writing?


I enjoy the process. I mean, I actually love creating worlds, people and all the problem solving and outlining, adding depth and shade and listening to how the characters talk and where they take the story. To me, writing is a kind of medicine, it’s the cure to something broken inside me. Without it I’d be sick.


15. What is coming next for you?

I’ve got a few stories coming out in anthologies this year and next. Right now I can only announce one called, Farewell Valencia, that’ll be in, Takes From the Lake vol 5, edited by Kenneth Cain and published by Crystal Lake Publishing in early November. The story was partly inspired by a real place in Sweden where euthanasia is legal. Around the same time I found out Terry Pratchett had been diagnosed with dementia there were a lot of documentaries the U.K. about people who wanted to end their life because they had no quality of life. These were people who were paraplegic, terminal, or were awaiting a slow and agonising death. One documentary featured this place in Sweden. I never saw the documentary but a friend told me about it the next day. In my mind I’m seeing this place as a plush hotel with Egyptian cotton sheets, Tempur pillows, turndown service, free porn, concierge, fine dining, the lot. I was never so wrong. It was described more as an industrial unit on a Business Park. Okay, low overheads, I get it. But surely it’s nice inside and the end is peaceful, right? Wrong again. You get a bed and a cup of poison. It sounded horrific. There was no dignity. No afternoon massage and favourite meal. No quick game of tennis followed by a gin and tonic on the veranda. You got poisoned and you died in agony. This felt wrong to me. It’s bad enough these people had reached a point in their lives where dying was the preferred option. So I set about writing a story where a hotel similar to the one I envisaged existed. Someplace nice. At least on the surface. Farewell Valencia is essentially about an euthanasia clinic, and because the subject is so heavy, I wanted to make it quirky, like the Shining seen through the eyes of Wes Anderson. But there’s a twist, which I won’t go into. You’ll have to read it to find out. I think people will like it. It’s dark, sad, with a little Gallows humour thrown in. It should fit well in the anthology. It’s already got some great voices in there; Tim Waggoner, Gemma Files, Lucy A. Snyder, Gene O’Neill, Stephanie M. Wytovich, Allison Pang, Paul Michael Anderson, Bruce Boston, Andi Rawson, Samuel Marzioli, Joanna Parypinski, Lane Waldman, Peter Mark May, Meghan Arcuri, Jason Sizemore, Robert Stahl, Marge Simon, Laura Blackwell, Lucy Taylor, Jonah Buck, Cory Cone, and Michelle Ann King.


16. Where do you get your ideas?

Keep with me on this. There’s a magic trick where a street magician fans out a deck of cards and asks someone to choose one. They do, and they show it the camera. Queen of hearts, say. Then the magician asks the card be put back in the deck, and then in a display of madness they throw all the cards at the side of a building. One card sticks to the window. Just one. And yep, when he peels it off, it’s the queen of hearts. I don’t know how it’s done and I don’t ever want to know. It’s a great trick and to understand the trick would dilute the magic. That’s the same with ideas; I don’t know how they work, or where they come from, and I don’t ever want to know, because I fear once I discover the secret it won’t be as magical. Magic is great writing.




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Getting personal with Tony Tremblay

Tony Tremblay is the writer of numerous short stories that have been published in various horror anthologies, horror magazines, and webzines under his pen name, T T Zuma. Tremblay has also worked as a reviewer of horror fiction for Cemetery Dance Magazine and Horror World. In addition to his print work, Tremblay is the host of That Taco Society Presents, a cable T. V. show (also available on You Tube) that features discussions on horror as well as guest interviews with horror authors.


Please welcome Tony Tremblay to Roadie Notes……………



1. How old were you when you first wrote your first story?

My first story? I think I was around ten years old. It was called, Spiders Ate My Face. I guess the title says it all. Unfortunately, its reception was not all that welcomed in my family, and it has been lost to history. I wrote my first published story when I was 52 years old. After the terrible reviews of Spiders Ate My Face, it took me 42 years to gain enough confidence to write again.



2. How many books have you written?

I’ve published two full-length books, The Seeds of Nightmares, and The Moore House. There is also a long novella I wrote called Steel, which was published two years ago.

I do have what’s called a trunk novel stored away because I’m not happy with it, but I do plan on revisiting it as soon as I’ve finished the novel I am working on now. I will have another short story collection out in the start of 2019 with Crossroad Press, and a new novella out with John McIlveen’s Haverhill House Publishing sometime in 2019.



3. Anything you won’t write about?

Vampires, werewolves, most tropes really. To be honest with you, I’m not sure I could add anything to those subjects that hasn’t been done already. Having said that, I did write two zombie themed short stories, but both had twists that I thought brought something different to the trope.

I also tend to avoid detailed sex scenes in my stories and novels. When reading horror tales, I tend to find them unimaginative  and often boring. I usually skim through them or jump down a few paragraphs or pages until it’s over. Talking to other readers, I know I’m not alone in my disinterest. That doesn’t mean I avoid sex in my work. I prefer to leave enough description so the reader can use their imaginations when reading the scene. There are horror authors that can pulloff explicit sex scenes really well, and they can be erotic as hell. Graham Masterton and Ray Garton are two good examples of authors that can jumpstart hormones into drive.



4. Tell me about you. Age (if you don’t mind answering), married, kids, do you have another job etc…

I do have a full-time job, but I plan on retiring from it on March 1
st. I’ve spent 32 years there, commuting 90 minutes each way. It’s time for me to kick back and enjoy my life, my family, and my friends. Let’s see, I want to get this right…I’ve been married to the same woman for over 40 years (I think that covers me), and we have one son and one daughter. I also have grandkids popping out all over the place, which gives me further incentive to retire.


5. What’s your favorite book you have written?

My published books are so different from each other, it would be hard to pick one over the other. The Seeds of Nightmares is more literary than not, and occasionally when I have to revisit those stories for a reading, I can’t believe I wrote them. For most of those stories, I was searching for my voice so I experimented with narration and tone. I looked to my horror author hero’s for inspiration. When I read them now, I can see which author influenced me at the time. I am proud of each of those stories. The reviews, the charting, and the feedback I continue to receive from The Seeds of Nightmares is affirming as hell.

With Steel, I wanted to write something that bridged the gap between literary and action oriented fiction. I was pleased with the results, but the lack of reader feedback had me questioning whether I had succeeded.

The Moore House was my attempt to go balls-out on a fast-paced, page-turning novel. I wanted to write a story that shot out of the gate and kept readers glued to the page throughout the story. I kept exposition to a minimum, removed all tangents to the plot, and gave the characters depth without over sentimentalizing them. I wanted the prose to be lean and the tension constant. My publisher, John McIlveen approved, but he had one suggestion, which I followed on the subsequent re-writes. His advice? Go all the way—make it scarier wherever I could. His advice proved to be spot on, and I admit to having a ton of fun reaching into places I had never gone to before. The feedback on The Moore House has been phenomenal, and it appears that I’ve succeeded in my goals for the book.

After all that, I’ll go with convention and say that the last book I have written is my favorite, which would be The Moore House.

6. Who or what inspired you to write?

I’ve wanted to write since I was a young boy, but I think it was Stephen King’s work that pushed me to get serious about it.



7. What do you like to do for fun?

When I see strangers on the street, I walk up to them and ask them if they know where Black Brook Road is. When they say no, I give them directions to it.



8. Any traditions you do when you finish a book?

I’ll pour myself a nice glass of good scotch, which may or may not be followed by dancingnaked in my den while blasting Neil Young out of the speakers. My wife wishes I would quit writing whenever this happens.


9. Where do you write? Quiet or music?

As mentioned, I have a den and I do all of my writing there. It has to be absolutely quiet, no music, and no background noise.



10. What is your dream? Famous writer?

My dream is to retire, and I’m almost there. I don’t aspire to be a famous writer, but I’d be happy if I am recognized in a book store though.



11. Where do you live?

I live in Goffstown, N.H.  My hometown is featured in many of my stories, and The Moore House is set in Goffstown.



12. Pets?

We have a cat, and I hope to get a dog once I retire.



13. Where do you get your ideas?

Soul travel. At night when I sleep, I astral project into people’s dreams. If they are having a nightmare, it’s a gold mine.

14. Anything else you got going on you want to share?

Yes, thank you. Along with Scott Goudsward and John McIlveen, we are putting together a very informal convention for horror/genre authors and fans in Manchester, N.H. on Sept. 15th. It’s called NoCon, and I’ll leave the link here in case people are curious about it: .




Thanks for the interview, Rebecca! It was a lot of fun! If your readers want to learn more about me they can head over to my website at 


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