I read Nicholson ages ago, two of his Appalachian horrors, and didn't really care for them, but I'm glad to have given the author another chance. This slender volume is a novella plus short story. Novella is a sort of noir detective or pulp detective Christmas afterlife love story. Basically a va...
Roby Snow has a job to do – he spends his time going from viewing to funeral and back again, helping families deal with the loss of their loved one, and coaxing them to eat. Especially he coaxes them to eat the special pie that Beverly Parsons makes. However, what happens if someone in the fami...
For most of the book, I felt that it was well-written horror but of a religious bent that isn’t for me. However, the ending doesn’t quite live up to the rest of the book.At the beginning, the book feels like a horror story written by a Baptist person truly committed to their faith. The main ant...
Ephram Korban was an admirer of the human creative spirit, dedicated to collecting art in its many forms--literature, photography, painting, and sculpture--before he took his own life. Nestled in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains stands the home he built as a retreat for artists to hone thei...
it's hard to classify this book..it's not really horror although there are some ghostly and supernatural elements...I guess a grouping of supernatural short stories? But who needs labels...all the stories were very good..they range from a story about a vampire that just wants to play baseball to ...
He liked the old man, and Franklin had certainly imparted a lot of survivalist knowledge, but Stephen kind of liked being boss of the bunker. Whenever DeVontay and Rachel were away, Stephen was able to show off a little. Even though he admired Marina, among his other feelings for her, he was a ye...
The SBI was a little dubious, noting that such commemorative nail clippers could easily be ordered on the Internet for $4.95 plus shipping. Besides, Moretz was well groomed, despite that darkness about his eyes that made him look slightly wild and unpredictable. But Hardison ran with it. He annou...
I heard you behind me the moment you breathed. I figured you’d probably try to wallop me from behind or something. Where’s the professor?” “Didn’t make it. Dropped dead in the forest.” “Coronary heart disease?” “No. Tired as ...
It looked authentic enough, but the Zaps had proven themselves masters of fabrication. The figures in the cockpit resembled silhouettes of insects, with rounded heads and big bubble eyes. It wasn’t until she saw the lower half of their faces, one of them wearing a mustache, that she realized this...
No way,” Richard said shaking his head. The request wasn’t exactly a revelation. The writing had been on the wall for at least a year. The intervals between tear-sodden appeals for cash had become shorter and shorter, and the sums had gotten larger and larger. At first, it was the odd fifty or si...
Beth took my hand as I led her upstairs to my bedroom. The night hung around us in soft folds, dressing itself in darkness even as we shed each other's clothes. Our mouths joined, lost for words, lost for useless language, aching for real art. We shivered and incorporated. Her skin was satin, and...
Sabrina had made a habit of visiting the bar almost daily, finding it a much richer source of information than the local newspapers. Because bars in North Carolina had to sell more food than alcohol, the Bent Harpoon served up baskets of greasy fries and clam strips, frozen fish sandwiches, and C...
AFTER: WHITEOUT (Book #4 in the AFTER series) A post-apocalyptic thriller By Scott Nicholson Get Book #5 in the After series, AFTER: RED SCARE! Amazon US Amazon UK *** Copyright ©2012 by Scott Nicholson Published by Haunted Computer Books Scott’s Author Central page at Amazon Scott’s ...
321 and N.C. 105 at the same time? And a sign back there said “Blackberry Road.” How did people with cars ever figure out where the heck they were going?But he felt pretty good about knowing his location. The smoke helped, because DeVontay and Lt. Hilyard had pointed out the little towns below fr...
He couldn't concentrate on the basketball game. He'd put the kids to bed and tucked them in with lies, hoping he'd done a good job of hiding his worry. He walked into the kitchen and stared at the telephone, silently begging it to ring, debating another call to the cops. He looked at the owl cloc...
The door to Donald Meekins’ office was closed. He must have been in a meeting or he would have locked the outer office door.Davidson stood as rigid as a soldier. “Where is your husband?”“That’s what I want to know.” Renee’s eyes were puffy and dewy. Having a cheating husband tended to do that to ...
Rain Leo Dershowitz stood in front of his painting and frowned. It wasn’t quite right. He had a firm image in his head of what he wanted and this wasn’t it. The color was wrong. And the shading was off. Yeah, that was it. The shading. The problem was that the clear image in his head was fadin...
The release form was the most critical. It gave us unfettered access to the hunt site and basically protected us from claims that we had stirred up unwanted, invisible forces. While such a claim filed in court would actually be great publicity, Ellen and I preferred to avoid drama, do our jobs, a...
And that was enough to keep her self-aware as she transported Kokona from one skirmish to another, reviving dead mutants as fast as they fell. Some were merely wounded, and Kokona would heal their afflictions and send them back into action. Others took several seconds to restore to functional cap...
Second Person The "you" tense. (e.g., "You walk down the street, not knowing what you're going to find around the corner.") Largely experimental and only used for a very specific kind of story. Used by McInerney in Bright Lights, Big City to show the character's drug-addled state. Third Person Li...
Daddy was drunk again, and Mom had strapped on the battle ax and gone in like the female version of “Braveheart,” and Bobby expected blood to flow as freely as it did in any Mel Gibson-directed epic. Bobby thought about sticking his head under the pillow or clamping on the headphones and turning ...
Gelbaugh said. “It’s two inches of solid wood.”“The hinges are on the other side, too,” Wayne said. He jammed a screwdriver into the catch, but even if he managed to trip the tumblers, the upper deadbolt was secure. His tool kit would do no good.The two men stood shoulder to shoulder on the stair...