NANOWRIMO & ME, YO
NANOWRIMO & ME, YO
For now, though, I'm going to address a handful of true and untrue Halloween candy myths, focusing on things that can poison you, get you high, and cut you.
Why Do We Like Violence in Our Horror?
Today I'll explore why it is some of us might enjoy a little violence in our horror, or anything for that matter, whether it's an action flick or even a video game.
For the Fun of Fear:
and other People Who Like Being Scared
Part II: The Pros
But while some people enjoy a good scare, many don't and will go out of their way to avoid goosebumps. I can only imagine those who do not enjoy scaring themselves have a difficult time fathoming why on Earth anyone else would want to do such a thing. To tackle the subject, I covered the cons of loving a good scare in a previous blog post. This time, I'll focus on some of the pros. I'm not sure this will solve anything, but maybe it's worth taking a look at.
For the Fun of Fear:
Horror Lovers, Adrenaline Junkies,
and other People Who Like Being Scared
No sooner than we reached the front porch of the O'Hair House, Miller rushed ahead and tripped over some kind of rubber cable blocking the doorway. On cue, dogs crashed against the storm door, scraping, barking, and howling at us to get away. Miller and Kelly took note and raced for the van, while Lela and I continued on.
Lela sprinted up to a side window and snapped a photo of the inside. As soon as we heard the dogs follow us over, we both rushed back to meet the others at the van.
But it wasn't the dogs that alarmed us.
Once we collected ourselves and caught our breaths, Lela flashed on the LED screen of digital camera to review the picture of the O'Hair House, and we couldn't believe what we saw.
It was an entire "apparition" of a man's torso.
The reason I tell this story isn't the brag about some kind of ghost encounter. In fact, I wouldn't blame you for doubting any of it. It's a true event - only the names have been changed - but the apparition could have been caused by any number of variables. However, what's important about the story is the joy that my friends, as well as myself, felt from trying to investigate haunted locations and track down ghosties.
In fact, for most of my life, I have been a fan of the unexplained. A horror-lover. An adrenaline-junkie (on a very low-budget ATM, unfortunately). For me, I love the idea of being scared. But for others, being terrified voluntarily sounds just plain stupid. So, why is that?
What you see in the video above is what Novum Analytics expects the final product to be like. However, like any other game, this smartphone-based ARG has to be tested in different stages in order for the final product to become a reality.
With that in mind, I have not gotten my hands on a complete build. I did get to chase a fairy through the woods for a bit, though.
Testing It Out During the Day
Build 1: Stationary, optical tracking with augmented element. Element will move around player, approach and retreat in view. Works (and was built) for dark testing, but will work in light.
Strolling through a park in Central Indiana, my friend and I loaded the game onto her phone and decided to see what the build offered. And that was a great example of why you should read what exactly you are testing before you test it. Part of me expected some of the map building to be in the build, but at least I got to check out some of the primary functions of the game.
The issue is, it's only for iOS in its beta stage. I use Android.
Fret not, though, I have an iPhone I can use to begin testing the game before it's finally released. And I am going to do my best to share the experience with you. In all honesty, I'm probably a little too stoked for this. But perhaps, after you check it out, you will be too.
What's 'Night Terrors'?
Before we get to the website, though, I thought I would share how Japan does the opening pitch:
Sh*t to Read
If you have ever needed something to read while you're giving it your best go on the Porcelain John, then you should check out Poop Fiction. Select the length of time you think you'll need, and it generates a random story that should take about that amount of time to read.
While I don't recommend bringing your smart phone with you to the loo--but you are going to do it anyway--perhaps consider giving one of these stories a good read while you're at it. Also, the main argument against using your phone on the pot is that it might fall in. Almost everything in this world is covered in sh*t, donchaknow?
Perhaps you know some of these places are real, or at least, based on real locations. But perhaps there are a few you didn't. For no real good reason other than I like this kind of stuff, I've compiled a list of 5 Famous Fictional Places Based on Real Places.
1. "Overlook Hotel"/Stanley hotel
Let's start with one we all know:
Stephen King stayed in Room 217 of the Stanley Hotel, which inspired the "Overlook Hotel" from The Shining and quite a bit of the story itself.
King recounted, "That night I dreamed of my three-year-old son running through the corridors, looking back over his shoulder, eyes wide, screaming. . . I got up, lit a cigarette . . . and by the time the cigarette was done, I had the bones of the book firmly set in my mind."
Recently, other guests reported oddities and apparitions around the hotel--all too similar to King's stories.
May 13th, 2016
This one comes from Wear Year a while back--2010. It's a quick flash fiction piece about a bloodlusting man named Garret and his search for "normality."
Originally published by Weird Year, September 2010.
With the blade already slicing through the skin of her throat, all he could whisper was, “I love you.”
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#3 April 22nd
"Day and Night"
I travel the flooded streets of this town with Jenn at my side, window-shopping in front of bakeries, pawnshops, and jewelry shops. The jewelry stores usually capture her attention, and consequently mine, but we both know it’s beyond our reach. For the most part, we can’t even afford the pawned off jewelry. But this evening feels different than the rest and closer to being reality.
This is the evening that I had a little to spare, so we bypass the bakeries and pawnshops. Instead, we enter the real deal: Ralph’s Jewelers, home of unique cut diamonds rings and pearl necklaces. Despite their commercial claim, they are almost the same as the other pawnshops, but there’s prestige to a jeweler, right?
A sterling silver anniversary pendant necklace is the item of desire, whether or not she knows it. I think it would be something nice for a change.
Soon, I find the necklace in my hand and I’m reading the inscription. I can’t make out the words. Even though they say you can’t feel physical pain in dreams, there’s not much written against real emotions.
“It’s beautiful,” Jen says before I notice the police officer in the far corner eyeballing his gun. Nothing seems suspicious about that, for some reason.
“Down!” the cop shouts, and in a retrospective slow-motion, I recall everyone slowly dropping down to their knees; hands over heads.
But not Jen. Not at first. Her instinct involved bravery. I flashback to the day I forgot about the grill.
Flames soared high, and the lovely fire department’s phone lines are unresponsive. “All circuits are busy,” that mysterious voice said to me. Really, the fire department?
To my surprise, Jen rushes out into the yard, ABC extinguisher in hand. Probably not the best technique, but she fights every flame to its dim death.
And now she wants to save everyone in the jewelry store. Some madman dressed as a cop waves his gun, and all at once, she forgets about everything else, even the closest person to her. And I do not mean me.
Calling the excerpt longer is a bit of an understatement--it's the entire prologue. There are some fun behind-the-scenes facts about the prologue, but perhaps that is a story I will tell some other day. For now, please enjoy the new, longer snippet from Excluded:
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Raven's Crook, Chase County
I’ve done no wrong, Liddell thought. Simply justice.
The boy was an oppressor and needed to be shown his place. Liddell couldn’t take it anymore; all the pushing, shoving, and stealing. The boy never left him alone. Liddell had a small stature, yet that was not the reason the boy picked on him. It was because his last name was Douglas. In Chase County, the name Douglas represented two things: power and fear. The boy had to prove himself every day at school in front of the other kids. “But now look at you,” Liddell said to the lifeless body.
Along the edge of the knife was the blood of his enemy. Liddell was warmed by a newfound sense of pride. He ripped the sleeve off of the boy’s shirt. Cloth in hand, he wiped the blood off of the knife. He enjoyed the majestic imagery of the knife coming clean by way of cloth and rain.
He looked towards the sky. In the near distance, sunlight broke through the dark cloud cover. He smiled. Liddell took one last glance at the boy before placing the knife in his jacket pocket. He sighed and then headed for home.
While Liddell wanted to be feared, there was always someone that made him timid. He feared not making it home in time before his father. Right after he tucked his father’s collector’s knife into his pocket, he sprinted off in the direction of his miserable home. Please, let him be at work. I can’t do this again. However, he knew his thoughts would never do him much good.
There was an off-chance that Liddell’s mother, Linda, would already be at home, but that didn’t really matter. She was the most absentminded woman he had ever known during his young life. She would be oblivious to whatever Liddell would do. Sometimes he wished Linda would pay more attention to him. Maybe, he would have never lost his mind if not for her lack of care. It was doubtful.
Hope she’s not home when he is, he thought. Not again, at least.
He lifted up his jacket sleeve and glanced down at his watch. Daddy dearest always followed a similar routine after work. He estimated Richard would be home in twenty minutes.
Liddell had a half-hour walk.
The comment simply informed me another website mentioned the post in an effort to define transgressive fiction as a genre. My first thought, which probably stemmed from that underlying vanity, was "That's kind of cool," but by the time I finished reading the blog post, I wasn't too sure.
The way the author defined transgressive fiction wasn't 100% inaccurate, but it focused heavily on ideas such as "pedophilia, incest, sadomasochism which leads to death," and never once touched on the subjects of "self-identity, inner-peace, or personal freedom."
MORE TO READ & MORE WAYS TO READ IT.
"And the zombies starved"
A zombie craze that sweeps over the nation, and one man can't stand it anymore.
Back then, the police were overzealous and overabundant, and they didn’t care how or why your wife was unconscious in your bedroom. If you’d hurt her, the police would hurt you. So I ran.
STILL TO COME:
- The shop is in the works. Right now, only the signed edition of No-Injury Policy is available until I can come up with a more user-friendly system for this style of website.
- I'm in the works with a new emailing system. So for those of you who have subscribed to the website, you should see one of the first emails before long (no frets, I don't send many). In that email should be a code to unlock more content on the site. Or something like that. Like I said, it's in the works.
- Updates will be added below to this post.
Thanks for reading!
When Life Gives You Lemons, Write a Book or a Song, or Film a Movie or Something!
Creative types have not only battled with stalemates such as writer's block, they have also often gone to war with the likes of depression and anxiety--Hunter S. Thompson and Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky to name a couple.
While on paper this sounds like a terrible thing, often a good wallop or depression--or even boredom--can be all the creative mind needs. Read 8 ways to make the most of your blues & creativity.
The Winter Blues
This blog entry is not about the differences between Seasonal Affective, various Anxiety, and Depressive Disorders. However, to briefly recap I think the following depression/anxiety meme does a nice job. And while SAD is generally a type of depression, many people who experience anxiety and depressive episodes know there are certain times of the year when things get worse. For some us, it's particularly winter like those who would fall into the SAD group (a ridiculous acronym I might add).
If you're still reading at this point (first, thank you) then you can probably relate to some of the words on your screen. Don't worry, this isn't a sappy article about depression; instead, it's 6 ideas I've put together to help get through the hellish months of winter.
Maybe you don't fit into any of the aforementioned but are just feeling the winter blues. Well then-- this is still for you. Read on.
Fear, focus, and the future. C.M. Humphries talks about writing, horror, and whatever.