The Rock N' Roll Horror Zine

REMEMBER 85 By Marc Shapiro Screaming guitars that made ears bleed. Drugs out the wazoo in firmly packed blunts and finely drawn lines. Women standing in line, legs wide open, falling all over themselves to partake of a real rock and roll ride. This was the stuff of Jesse Brand’s dreams. The rest was his reality. His nightmare Jesse woke from a troubled sleep with a shutter and a start, hung his head over a cot that passed for a bed and puked his guts out into a plastic bucket. The bucket was the latest in a seemingly never ending addition that had marked his physical and emotional decline. It was added when Jesse realized that he did not have the strength or desire to make it to the toilet when his every morning rush of upchuck said hello to the day. Nor did he have what it took to empty the bucket on a regular basis. The stench was palpable. The stench was something he had long since gotten used to. His innards now sufficiently purged, Jesse rolled back onto his cot...

Planet Of The Elvises By Ben Fitts “We’re picking up signs of life on the planet’s surface.” Heather forgot to breathe for a moment as she heard those words. They had finally done it. “Alright, let’s land,” she instructed. Tom, the ship’s pilot, nodded and adjusted a series of knobs, dipping the spaceship towards the planet. Many had doubted the life detecting technology when it was first developed, claiming that it had been built essentially to detect terrestrial life and that there was no guarantee that it would be able to detect the alien life forms it was invented to find. The critics stated that the technology relied primarily on thermal signals consistent with life on Earth and that it was unlikely that extraterrestrial life forms would give off the needed signals. A government funded mission to find alien life almost thirty years earlier that had not only been unsuccessful but also vanished without a trace had not helped to quiet the detractors, but eviden...