Sample Writing (Words Online)

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The Underground

“We’ll never make it on time now,” the newest subway passenger, George, lamented as he checked his wristwatch.

Moving quickly past a razor-boned, nearly nude Goth couple osculating next to the entry, he walked by the requisite sleeping derelicts and a few other nosy individuals on his way to the rear of the ramshackle car.  As he plopped onto a hard plastic seat, he made a muffled sound of irritation. George glanced around the foul, narrow compartment, his sallow expression approximating a grumpy hatchet fish. Finally settling in for the ride, his tall, thin frame protruded from the uncomfortable bench like a wire coat hanger. 

After a lengthy pause there was a loud buzzing, followed by the sudden release of vapor, as though a pressure cooker was about to explode.  The grimy doors closed with a shriek in the ripe air of the car; outside, he noticed a few latecomers milling on the platform as the train departed.

Impulsively looking at his watch once more, he purposely lit a cigarette in defiance of the torn, pornographically defaced No Smoking sign. 

These meetings at the Home Office are such a pain in the ass…

Studying the other riders as he took a long drag from his next to last smoke, he saw no one that he recognized: the amorous Alternative couple; the gaggle of mephitic, fitfully napping winos; some old crone with a black veil staring out of the window, her gnarled hands stroking a large white rat; a dazed looking, finely dressed older man streaming blood from his temple.

“Quite the motley crew.” His leg hopped nervously as he huffed a small cloud from the corner of his mouth. The old train lurched suddenly, causing the tunnel lamps to flicker. George stared from a barely open porthole near his head as the locomotive gathered speed, starting to daydream as graffiti adorned pillars and torn movie posters flashed by in mesmerizing smears of color.

“About time we were underway… Just my luck to catch an overdue train.” Another startling jolt caused him to break away from his thoughts; glancing around in annoyance, it was then that he noticed the reflection of a young man in ragged military regalia and dark sunglasses watching him from across the aisle.

He turned to face the man, voice edged as he spoke over the noise of the subway: “How goes it? The name’s George.”

The youth smiled cryptically. “Mm. They used to tease me about my coat, you know.” . . .

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Red-Wat-Shod

“What do you see?”

“Well… she’s walking toward me… slightly out of focus, with these visual trails, like bad video… she’s – gliding, in slow motion; sort of drifting… back and forth – like she’s hovering off the ground…”

“Is she?”

“I don’t know; I’m tied to the bed. I can hardly see anything – feels like I’m strapped down at the forehead, too; My eyes are straining in the dark –”

“What else is happening?”

“She – she moves very – erratically – I intuit more than see how she moves, if that makes any sense… it’s like a video tape on fast forward: darting left, then right, then behind my head, all crackly… it’s like she’s in more than one place at a time – The room we’re in is long and narrow… like an MRI tube almost, and there are – how would I describe it? Kind of – flashes: very intense red and green cutting through the gloom, like strobes or something…”

“What’s she wearing?”

“Hmmm… She’s in like a — a long gauzy cloak thing with a hood, but her body underneath is naked; she’s voluptuous: curvy hips; tiny waist; big, bouncy breasts; flat stomach; her pubic hair is neatly trimmed… where her skin appears, though, it’s raw and… fluoresces like under a blacklight… And she’s – she’s torn up… bones pushing through the pulp.”

“Is there more?” . . .

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++Nonfiction++

 

Weird Fiction: The Passing of the Generational Torch

There are, and always have been, acolytes of various subdomains of interest, and the current period is no exception. Indeed, one major link in this chain has been the development of H. P. Lovecraft as a cult figure of some renown. To that end, I’d like to offer insight into one landmark event in particular: NecronomiCon Providence I, the Lovecraft convention that took place last summer in in Providence, Rhode Island. . . .

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Matt Cardin’s THE TEEMING BRAIN Website

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Magical Thinking, Part 1

Why do we, as a species, create things? What is it to “create”? What is the purpose of such activity?

These are fascinating questions, and likely no one has a complete answer to them. However, from my vantage point, in its most essential form, creativity is making the divine out of the mundane. It is taking the fundamental life force of the human spirit and resolving that unfocused energy into something akin to the spiritual. (Sexuality is another example of this process, and is tied to creativity.) . . .

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Matt Cardin’s THE TEEMING BRAIN Website

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Guest Post on THE AUTHOR’S GRAVEYARD

. . .There is a saying: “Sometimes it would be helpful if my life had a soundtrack so that I would know how to react.”

In one sense, cinematic expression is the ultimate ghost in the machine. It is a wholly artificial artistic endeavor, requiring much in the way of long-term planning and execution, these coordinated with several groups of people. In film studies, mise-en-scène (the various design elements of theatrical or cinematic creation and their compositional arrangement, such as props, actors, costumes, sound, sets, lighting, and so on) along with cinematography and editing are used to describe and examine the experience and aesthetic merits of a production. Of course, there are both objective (Is the scene well lit? Is there a soundtrack?) and subjective (How does it make one feel? Did the message come through the medium?) criteria. . . .

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Quoted in “The H Word. . .”

“I think my personal choice would be Ellen Ripley from Alien. I choose her as she was certainly femme, but was always in control of her game, her job, her person. Unlike Laurie Strode from Halloween, a character I felt grew into her role as a take-charge individual, I got the feeling that Ripley was always ready to deal with whatever was coming her way, no matter how tough it might be. She was canny, brave, and quite smart. . . .”

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Lisa Morton: 
“The H Word. . . ”
on the NIGHTMARE MAGAZINE Website

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