I hate talking about myself. Like everyone, I suppose, I am a bit narcissistic, but not egotistical. My own failure for success is that I just do not think much about myself. That is not to say I spend too much time thinking about others. In truth, I should think more of everyone; and there is a dull guilt attached to that confession. There is something of who I am, I am old enough for regrets.
At my age, I am prone to think about immortality And being an atheist, there seems no alternative but science. Even so, I know that science is beyond my lifetime. I have no faith nor hope, nor do I believe in ghosts, elves, unicorns...
In that hopeless disbelief, I write so there remains a record of accomplishments in my life. Unrecognized and even scorned, I continue to tell stories so I will be remembered after I am dead. My struggle with grammar and punctuation are evidence of my effort to make my writing decipherable. Because, what success means to me are hieroglyphics upon a Pharaoh's tomb.
Janet Drays is idle one day and she searches the Internet. Wister Town is filled with monsters, so that was nothing new. Janet was curious about the Witch’s house in her hometown. She finds information a real estate agent would probably never know. The young woman learns the legacy of this womb of aberrations. The Betulha Dohrman Legacy is the sequel to the author's story Debbie's Hellmouth.
The text, An Answer: Pagan Mythology in the Shur by Matthew Sawyer is a creative transcript of a speech given by the clerical layman, Mr. BInger, This work underlies the religions practiced by the Chosen, Unchosen and heathens of the Shur desert. Here is proof the ancient pagan knew about alien gods, discovered carved into crumbling sandstone tablets.
An essential piece of Christmas has been missing forever, almost as if it has hidden itself. In the story Once Gramps Had Come by Matthew Sawyer, that hidden piece comes out to perhaps breathe clean air, eat or maybe stretch its legs. Whatever is done, this short tale starts in a Nursing Home. A homely man who calls himself "Gramps" offers immortality and the holidays are coming up.
I like Jenna-Louise Coleman. I think her acting in the BBC television series Doctor Who is worthwhile Sci-Fi. But honestly, her character, Clara Oswin, sucks. Give Ms. Coleman a new role on the show, I propose. Bring back a favorite face, I dare say. I mean a rewarding character. I elect Romanadvoratrelundar, the Time Lady from Gallifrey. Jenna rejoins Peter Capaldi on Doctor Who...
This is a short Jon Pertwee Doctor Who tale - the third Time Lord in the BBC science fiction television series. This time, the Doctor comes to early America - the colonies. Despite cold stares, he has only one thing on his mind, even here in the midst of the American Revolution. Women.
I tell a lot of stories about forgotten gods and breathing life into new creations. This one is absent that bringing-creatures-into-existence mythology. There are no monsters or devils in Beware Forever. This is not a meditation upon evil. Instead, here is the Greco-Roman god Cupid. And he has a dating service in the foothills of Los Angeles, California. Could anyone do a better job in this Age?
The Strange Apocrypha Of Mr Binger is a collection of strange stories and poems the author originally posted on his blog. That blog is titled My Isylumn (proprietor Mr. Binger) – isylumn.wordpress.com.
It's still live and the stories are there. Readers can search for them but here they are, all in one place.
Debbie Menon has a unique pseudo-Victorian house she must sell – because her soul is held in proxy for that same disowned portal into Hell. Yet the evil nature of the place makes it unsaleable. Fortunately, Debbie’s not totally helpless – she’s been to Art school.
A Codex of Malevolence tracks the spread of weird and unholy evil from Wister Town, Wisconsin. Witches and the pagan religion become entwined in these short, creepy tales of gore. Witness the horror invade Wisconsin, incorporate in Texas and gain entrance into California.
(this short story compilation was originally titled Cancerous Exodus)
The Horrid Tales of Wister Town is a collection of modern, urban horror short stories by Matthew Sawyer, the author of the Pazuzu Trilogy. Wister Town is a small, ingrown toenail of a place in southern Wisconsin where everyone has a creepy, and often noxious, story.