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Remains of Maniacs by Matthew Wilson

Remains of Maniacs by Matthew Wilson I liked Dan Romeo’s music despite his murders and then in time, because of them. Idiots shit on rock as a bad influence, that the lyrics Dan cut into his arms before each gig were a sign of madness rather than their own misunderstanding of beauty. Pain is a constant companion of beauty for that is where our children come from and having no kin of my own I decided to birth my own music. I failed and realized I needed someone to teach me so I waited till the cemetery caretaker had gone home for the night before I climbed over the spiky gate and turned on my flashlight. Dan’s family had bought him a fine marble headstone when they’d thrown him in the ground with the noose still around his neck, a stone which had been demolished by his victims' families within a week. My rock god had gone to terrible lengths to find his inspiration but some men must go to dark places to get their name in lights. Curious owls turned their yellow e...

Lucinda Laughs by Selene MacLeod

Lucinda Laughs by Selene MacLeod Nigel never liked watching himself on the telly. The reality show had done a hatchet job. “I look like an asshole.” “What do you want me to do about it?” Eugene—Nigel’s sometime lawyer/tour manager--asked. “Too late for an injunction.” Nigel's living room looked every inch the site of a three-day binge. His coffee table was littered with record sleeves dusted with white powder, overflowing ashtrays, half-emptied highball glasses, and a couple of charred pipes. Two empty pizza boxes had been shoved under the couch, which was missing a cushion. Nigel sat in the easy chair and Eugene claimed the couch to watch the show. The ringer was off and the answering machine turned down, so Nigel could avoid people the way he had been for nearly a year, especially the journalists with their leading questions and quick editing. They made it look like Lucinda's suicide had been his fault. “You know it wasn't because of me, right?” Nig...

Issue #5 Of The Rock N' Roll Horror Zine Out Now!

Issue #5 of The Rock N' Roll Horror Zine is out now! Featuring six new stories of rock, punk and metal themed horror/weird fiction, issue number six includes members of The Sex Pistols, Grateful Dead and Warrant as they have some really rough days and more! Includes stories by R.A. Goli, Selene MacLeod, Matthew Wilson, Frank Edler, Josh Schlossberg and Marc Shapiro and artwork by Melissa "The Druid" McGee. Edited by Ben Fitts. Issue #5 is available through Etsy here (worldwide):  https://www.etsy.com/listing/675468353/the-rock-n-roll-horror-zine-5 or you can order direct here for a slight discount (U.S. only):  https://doomgoat666.wixsite.com/benfitts/zines

Choose Your Own Death - An Interactive Horror Zine Out Now!

Choose Your Own Death is a 50-page interactive horror zine from the creator of The Rock N' Roll Horror Zine. This zine is a choose your adventure horror story for adults! Pick up a copy here:  https://www.etsy.com/listing/672181809/choose-your-own-death-an-interactive or order direct for a slight discount (U.S. only) here:  https://doomgoat666.wixsite.com/benfitts/zines

Ghost Town by Chase Block

Ghost Town by Chase Block “Are you done yet? It’s almost the good part!” Graham was eager to share his passion for movies with, well, anyone. In this particular instance he was summoning his wife, L.J., who sat across the room, her ginger face glowing from the light of her computer monitor. “No. There are no gigs in Arkansas this weekend. Everywhere in Little Rock and Fayetteville is booked. Why does it have to be Arkansas?” “The list!” Graham referred to a list of states they had played. Their band, Ghost Town, was based out of Oklahoma City, and Graham had got it in his head they should try to play a show in every state to ‘get the word out’ on their way to superstardom. So far, they’d played nearly every state that bordered Oklahoma. Arkansas was next, yet superstardom was still a long way away. Despite shifting responsibility to that piece of paper, L.J. definitely blamed Graham. “Get in here!” L.J. rolled her eyes, then her chair to see whatever it was Graham...