Thursday, April 3, 2014

Watch the short Doctor Who fan film STONE but don't blink. Blink and you're dead.

From i09

義足のMoses is FREAKIN' ADORABLE!

From i09

Do you like girls in schoolgirl outfits kung fu fighting? Than HIGH KICK ANGELS is the trailer for you!

From TWITCH

Watch the new episode of GLOVE AND BOOTS! Or are you CHICKEN?

From LAUGHING SQUID

The trailer for FRACTURED features " bad men, bad dames, bad sex, and bad intentions"!

From DREAD CENTRAL

TALES FROM THE ODDSIDE: My Love Is Vengeance

TALES FROM THE ODDSIDE
My Love Is Vengeance
by
Al Bruno III

The old saying is “Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves” but in the end I only needed one. I have no regrets for my years spent planning and executing my vengeance upon Creighton Tillingshaft Jr.

It should never have come to this and I like to think that if he had just paid for his crimes I would have tried to move on but that man did not take responsibility. There was no denying that my thirteen year old son was dragged beneath Creighton Tillingshaft Jr's car for 180 yards, there was no denying that Creighton Tillingshaft Jr had fled the scene of the accident leaving my boy to die by the side of the road like an animal. The authorities thought he was driving under the influence, but by the time they caught up to him there was no way to prove it.

The trial was a sham, the Tillingshaft fortune saw to that, his team of doctors and psychiatrists spoke of 'dissociative episodes' and addictions. His lawyers questioned my parenting, scolding me for allowing my boy to be out delivering papers at five in the morning. In the end all my son’s killer received was a hefty fine, community service and twelve years probation.

Was that all my boy was worth to them?

It is a painful thing to outlive your offspring; my wife had died in childbirth and the thought that my son would not attend my grave as I attended his mother's left me not entirely sane. I bought a gun and tried to decide if I wanted him dead or if I wanted to die myself. Eventually my perspective changed, I became colder. I let my love for my son twist into a dream of vengeance. I vowed to never rest until I saw my boy's killer on his knees.

Years were spent watching and planning, I came to know his life better than I had known my own. Finally, shortly after his fortieth birthday, I began to move against Creighton Tillingshaft Jr. At first all I did was let him know he was being watched by using the skills I'd spent years honing. His family heard footsteps echo through the house at night, they would investigate to find a door or window open. They started finding newspapers delivered to their front step though they never subscribed and their mansion was behind walls and a gate, Those papers were not new, they were from the year my son died. He began to panic, he hired security guards that never found anything amiss and bought guard dogs that disappeared to be found dead weeks later.

Once the Tillingshafts were good and rattled I backed off, I waited a year, I could afford to. Then they found Creighton Tillingshaft Sr. dead, everyone said it was a simple heart attack but I  was responsible. The old man wasn't even a week in the ground when I struck again, seventeen year old Creighton Tillingshaft III took a tumble down one of the crowded stairways of his college. His injuries left him a paraplegic, months later an opportunistic infection took care of the rest. That blow made my son’s killer turn his back on the sobriety he had embraced twenty-five years ago. That drove his wife away leaving him alone in that big mansion with just his servants but I soon took care of them. For all their professed loyalty to the Tillingshaft family a few well planned accidents and some threats from the shadows was all it took to send them running.

After that I waited again knowing that eventually, despite his near constant drunken stupor my son's killer would realize what I had done. It was a cold February morning when he came to me, he screamed and cursed until he collapsed into a sobbing heap.

Does Hell await me as punishment for what I've done? I don't know, and I don't care.

It was worth it to have the once great Creighton Tillingshaft Jr fall to his knees on my long untended grave.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Don't forget to check out my full-length rifftastic reviews!



POINT OF TERROR

THEY CALL ME MACHO WOMAN



BASKET CASE


THE BABY



TOMBS OF THE BLIND DEAD




YELLOWBRICKROAD


ROBOT NINJA


THE PIT (1981)



RETURN OF THE BLIND DEAD


THE GHOST GALLEON



THE DEVIL'S NIGHTMARE



V/H/S and V/H/S 2



PIECES



NIGHT OF THE SEAGULLS



CHILDREN SHOULDN'T PLAY WITH DEAD THINGS



BLOOD MANIA



THE NIGHT EVELYN CAME OUT OF THE GRAVE



ABSENTIA



GARGOYLES



SATAN'S SLAVE



DEVIL DOG: HOUND OF HELL



MESSIAH OF EVIL



AMERICAN MARY



STAR CRYSTAL



Raw Force




Recommended Double Features

YELLOWBRICK ROAD and ABSENTIA

The BLOOD TRAILER looks pretty goopy!

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The trailer for LUCY is Matrix-icious!

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My video blog review for RAW FORCE!

Monday, March 31, 2014

The Cold Inside (a serial novel) Chapter Thirty-Seven part two

The Cold Inside
Chapter Thirty-Seven
part two
By AL BRUNO III

Wednesday January 25, 1995


After a brief conversation with the police detectives at the school Pam found herself brought to the station to answer some questions. They stuck her in a drab little room, with good lighting and bare walls; they kept going over the same things again and again. Pam kept hoping she would wake up and this would all be a bad dream or a mistake, she had been hoping for hours.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like something to drink? Some water or something?” Connelly, the more personable of the detectives said. His features were slender and gentle; he wore a pair of bifocals. There was a wedding ring on his finger.

Pam crossed her arms over her chest, “I just want to get out of here.”

Detective Connelly nodded understandingly, “I promise we’re almost done. You know you should let us call one of your relatives, you won’t be able to go back home yet. It’s still a crime scene.”

“I’m not a kid, I’m eighteen years old. I just need to call my fiancée.”

The other detective, the one named Myles, leaned forward. She was a tall, gum-chewing woman with prematurely graying hair. Whenever she spoke Pam found herself feeling oddly defensive. “You have a fiancée?”

“Yes.”

“Eighteen is kind of young to be getting married.”

Pam said, “That’s none of your business.”

“I mean I got married at twenty-one and I wasn’t ready at all. My Mom warned me but I didn’t listen.” Detective Myles said. “How did your Mom feel about you and your sweetheart?”

“She’d known Ronnie for years.” Pam said, “And why are we talking about this?”

Detective Connelly said, “It’s standard procedure.”

“You know who did this already. Why are you wasting your time with me?”

Detective Myles shook her head, “We don’t know anything yet.”

Pam said “You should be talking to my half-brother Tristam.”

“Actually we don’t know where he is.”

“So?”

“We don’t know if he’s dead or alive.” Detective Connelly explained, “That’s why we have to be so thorough”

Detective Myles added, “For all we know he may be a victim in all this too.”

“No he isn’t.” Pam stared at the patterns in the wood grain of the table, “He’s responsible.”

“You sound very sure.”

“I lived with him. I’ve watched him get more secretive and weird, ever since the dog thing.”

“I take it you two weren’t close.” Detective Connelly scribbled some notes down on a yellow legal pad.

“Maybe when we were kids but when we both grew up we changed.” Pam said, “Don’t think I didn’t try.”

There was a knock at the door, a uniformed police officer poked his head in, “Her boyfriend and his parents are here. They brought their lawyer.”

Ronnie. The thought he was near made the knot in her chest loosen enough for her to think straight.

Detective Myles smiled, “I guess we can wrap things up now but be sure to leave a number for us to contact you if we have more questions.”

“Sure.” Pam stood up, more than ready to leave.

“One more question though.” Detective Connelly said, “Who has your brother been hanging out with lately? Who are his friends?”

“He hangs out with the school weirdoes.” Pam said.

“Could you tell me who they are?”

Pam started to speak and then realized, “I only know their nicknames…”




Sunday, March 30, 2014

Rest In Peace Kate O'Mara

From DEN OF GEEK

 

We're sad to report that actress Kate O'Mara has died, at the age of 74. O'Mara was widely known for her work as Cassandra Morrell (Alexis' sister) in the US soap Dynasty, also appearing in shows such as Howard's Way and Triangle across an extensive career...