Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Accursed: A Short Journey Into Darkness Issue 3

Young lovers Robbie and Taliana meet under a full moon hoping to complete the ancient mating ritual of the Salaseura Libahuntide, a society of shape-shifters living in secret among us, so close to completing their goal, they come upon the most fearsome beast to ever walk the earth: Man. Amidst the chaos, a curse unleashed threatens to expose the darkness that dwells within.

"Accursed" is the third story in the "A Short Journey Into Darkness" horror series by author W.O. Cassity. The short story series offers originally unique fiction written in vivid detail to immerse readers into the fringes of terror.
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Friday, September 9, 2016

Dementia Praecox Book Cover Reveal with Rafflecopter Giveaway

Available to Kindle users October 2, 2016.   Dementia Praecox will be the 2nd installment of my "A Short Journey Into Darkness" series.

Excerpt:

Skulking over the ledger’s musty-scented pages, Dr. Livingston dipped the oversized quill into the emerald-green inkwell before penning the latest entry:

11 November 1877
Bethlem Royal Hospital Bedlam
London, England


Subject 41 expired at approximately 10:22 p.m., possibly due to cardiac arrest once again. I wait for my assistant Hensley to deliver and release the corpse to the hospital morgue. My only concern is that there may perhaps be further inquiry into the claw-like contusions upon the deceased's forearms and along his facial cheeks. I still cannot fathom how the subject, who was restrained, managed to damage himself in such a way. Both Hensley and I agree that the peculiar wounds appeared to spontaneously appear across the patient’s flesh of their own accord.

Having witnessed this entire incident, I must admit that further precautions are still a necessity as I continue to push on toward a resolution to this condition. The screams of the patient still reverberate within my ears at those haunting terrors, which only existed in his tormented mind. My first assertion is that the patient’s experience became so vivid, he was somehow able to enact the subjective manifestations of his consciousness into literal lacerations upon his extremities. Perhaps Hensley and I are the first to witness the true potential of the human mind to inflict its falsely perceived stimuli upon the body during a controlled experiment. Mind over the material world indeed! This may warrant further exploration in the future after I have completed my current work toward a cure for dementia praecox.

When Hensley returns, he will prepare Subject 42 for her time in the chair. I will administer the new cocktail of ingredients according to the schedule after readjusting the chloroform and nitrous oxide levels for proper sedation during the procedure. Even though she’s much smaller than Subject 41, we still need to gauge the appropriate levels of anesthesia so Subject 42 will remain conscious yet controllable and programmable during the procedure.

As I understand it, Subject 42 has a peculiarly heightened state of hysteria, so perhaps this will allow us to mark any substantial improvements in her mental realignment using the electric resonating device with profound measure. It was difficult to identify the response from Subject 41 due to his condition’s tepid state and mannerisms.

Regardless of tonight’s setbacks, I have the utmost certainty that I can mitigate the issues Subject 41 experienced tonight. It is too soon for me to surrender now and too dangerous for me to stop. Questions are being asked already and if I do not have an answer to Annabelle’s condition soon, I may not be able to cure her ailment before they forcibly return me to New York if they discover what I have been doing. Certainly, they would shower me with accolades upon my substantial progress, but the board will need to see results and I need to save Annabelle if I am to marry her. She would definitively accept my proposal of marriage with a clear mind, for who else could liberate her from Dr. Kraepelin’s diagnosis other than the youngest fellow to be accepted by Bethlem Royal Hospital? At the age of thirty-seven, I will become renowned for such an achievement and therefore, Annabelle would accept me unconditionally.

E. L., PhD

Edgar rested his quill in the inkwell and remained still as he pondered what outcomes awaited him in the final experiment of the evening. A rapping at the heavy oak study door rescued him from his reverie.

“Yes, what is it?” he asked.

“Dr. Livingston, Subject 42 is now prepped for the resonance procedure,” Hensley responded. “Should I start charging the apparatus?”

“Indeed, Hensley. I shall be there momentarily.”

***

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Monday, August 29, 2016

Flash Fiction: Reflections of Persuasion

Silhouettes danced across the bedroom wall reflecting in the glass as Laura settled on her seat in front of the mirror. She glanced with curiosity at how the light assailing the room from the window danced across the smooth pane surface, cascading in an array of fractured radiance. The light poured through drawn lavender curtains that gently billowed through the crisp morning air, of which its moisture refused to caress her skin.

She gestured her hands, watching herself as she rearranged the contents of her dressing mirror in an officious fashion. These were the moments of memories which were longingly seared upon her conscience in thoughtful contemplation about her existence. Laura studied her bright pensive cerulean eyes as they gleamed of optimism blended with melancholy. If the mirror were porous, perhaps she could reach through to cradle her own dimpled chin with reassurance. Her lips quivered unintentionally around thoughts of isolation.

Her life was nothing more than reactionary at this point as she absentmindedly began the motion of brushing her shoulder-length blond hair. She stared off in the distance longing to feel the soft stroke of the brush across her numb scalp, to experience the comfort of fluid repetitive vibration emanated with each downward motion.

Laura dared to glance by way of the mirror before her at the cracks surrounding the pearlescent opal painted door with the long, curled brass handle and matching rustic style hinges across the room behind her. The unfathomable darkness of the void beyond light’s reach ebbed at the crevices, beckoning her to return to its unfeeling solace.

A gentle rapping at the door in the mirror startled her from her reverie. She spun around involuntarily to hear her voice echo behind her, “Yes?”

“Milady, your car has arrived.”

Her heart faltered feeling the front of herself fading, forced to stare at that cursed door. Fixed in place, Laura remained motionless as the response came, “Thank you, Brandon. I’ll be there shortly.”

Swinging back to face the mirror, she could see her pale cheeks were flushed as blood rushed back into them. She glanced back over her face once more, scratching numbly at the side of her sloped nose to remove a fine piece of lint. A sigh escaped her lips, the warm air collected on the mirror’s surface in a fine mist, distorting her view.

Laura rose quickly, consciously trying to resist the pull away from the mirror toward the door. She turned to see the brass handle on the foreboding door had become distorted from the mist on the mirror disrupting the flow of the light. She walked briskly across the room reaching for the askew door handle. The darkness licked at the fissures surrounding the frame.

In one fluid motion, Laura opened the door to the abyss to walk through and involuntarily slammed it closed behind her. In a fleeting moment, she blended with the darkness knowing she would vanish until the proper Laura returned to the room with the mirror to tend to her appearance.

The reflection of Laura was once again swallowed by oblivion.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Book Cover Reveal Update: Dementia Praecox

Lola Blog Tours is sponsoring the book cover reveal for my latest horror short story, "Dementia Praecox" on September 9, 2016.  This is the second story in my "Short Journey Into Darkness" series.    I will be revealing the cover here the same day.    
Dementia Praecox is available for pre-order on Amazon now and will be available through Kindle Unlimited on October 2, 2016. Patreons will have early release access on September 18, 2016. Feel free to contact me with any questions!  
~Will

Friday, May 20, 2016

Flash Fiction: A Creature of Habit

Like many people, Henry was a man devoted to his daily routine, albeit his patterns were not commonplace. The 66-year-old retiree started each day with three cups of coffee from a local café. Three teaspoons of sugar for each cup, each cup stirred three times.

When he left the café to return home, he waited to hold the door open for three people before leaving the building. Henry circled his car to examine it three times before getting into the driver’s seat. He tested the ignition three times before being satisfied the car would run properly.

On his way home one day, like every other, he passed his driveway to circle the block three times. People he once worked with considered his routines foolish, but his eccentricities afforded him the highest safety record in the history of the factory. Henry kept the same vigilant eye on his surroundings within the neighborhood, always looking for suspicious activity.

“Nothing out of place,” Henry said out loud with a satisfied nod. He completed his first pass around the block, “Another uneventful morning.”

Since his retirement three years ago, he settled into his new daily routine. On his second pass around the block, he admired the neighbors’ manicured lawns while contemplating back to that fateful day 33 years ago. Pronounced dead at the scene, he miraculously recovered 33 minutes later. The doctors suggested the paramedics made a misdiagnosis at the factory because no one could come back after being gone that long. Henry knew he had glimpsed the patterns of the universe and his triple routines have kept him safe so he never allowed himself to believe the doctors’ explanations.

He approached the midway point on his second pass on the route and noticed on the side street a car was rapidly accelerating toward the intersection. Henry checked the speedometer to ensure he maintained his 33 mph speed. An unsuspecting traveler was coming toward Henry from the opposite direction. He cleared the intersection, then flashed his lights three times to warn the unwary driver.

A crash erupted behind him as the runaway driver sideswiped the car he tried to warn. From his rear-view mirror, Henry watched in horror as the two cars spun around, debris flying everywhere, blocking the entire intersection. Before he made his right turn to start his third pass, a young man staggered out of the runaway car.  Blood poured from his forehead as he drifted aimlessly.

Henry trembled uncontrollably. Not only had he witnessed a terrible tragedy, but he also needed to complete his third pass. His routines had always kept him safe so he simply could not abandon them. Tears streamed from his eyes when he considered someone may have died and yet he maintained his course. He abhorred leaving the scene of an accident. but decided he'd stop after his third pass.

Passing his driveway a third time, a cloud of black smoke reached toward the sky in the direction of the accident. He clutched at the cell phone resting in the passenger seat to make a call when he finished his final pass.

Henry turned back again onto the street with the accident and was surprised a police car had arrived. Relief flooded him before he realized the entire street was blocked off by the cars in the accident and the squad car. There was no way for him to navigate the intersection to complete his third pass.

“No! No! No!” Henry exclaimed, looking to the merging side street. A utility pole and concrete barrier blocked his passage on the sidewalk to circumvent the accident scene on the left.

“Please, please, please,” he begged, scanning the right side of the street.

The neighbor’s large oak tree made it impossible to bypass the accident on the right side. There was no way through the intersection which meant he wouldn’t be able to complete his third pass. He sighed with relief to see the doors opened on the vehicles and no one was inside them. All passengers were clear of the wreckage in the intersection.

Usually, Henry planned for stops like red lights and stop signs during his commutes. He had a firm rule to not stop for other cars even if that meant swinging into a parking lot of a business to bypass traffic. Besides, there was generally no problems because his trips were made in the mid-morning hours with little to no traffic issues.

He hoped the officer would notice him approaching the intersection. If the officer were to flag him to stop, it would fit within Henry’s routine rules, however the officer’s back was turned from him. He honked his horn three times on the approach, distracted the policewoman held the young man with blood on his face by the shoulders to examine him.

Out of time, out of street and out of options, Henry opened and then closed his eyes three times, closing them securely on the third. He couldn’t deviate from the routine without consequence, so Henry braced himself for impact.

***

“Sir! This man is awake and moving!” a panicked paramedic shouted to the ambulance driver.

“That’s not possible,” the ambulance driver replied. “The coroner pronounced him dead at the scene 33 minutes ago.”

Henry opened his eyes as the paramedic’s shocked face emerged upon opening the body bag. “Two down, one to go,” Henry declared. “The third time’s a charm.”

Sunday, May 1, 2016

Free Promotion: Amorphous Madness

Just a couple of days ago, I published my Lovecraftian-styled horror short story, "Amorphous Madness".

I've been sitting on this story for awhile and on a whim decided to publish it.  Honestly, it's one of my favorite stories that I have written.  I would like to know what my readers think about it, so I've decided to run a free promotion Sunday and Monday.

Let me tell you how this differs from my "Adventures of Adam" novel.  I wrote the novel for my children, but this was something I wrote for myself.  The content is mature and isn't for the squeamish.

It's about 5,200 words, so it can easily be read in a 30 minute sitting.  You've got nothing to lose, so why not check it out for free?

Download it now from Amazon! 

Friday, April 29, 2016

New Release: Amorphous Madness (A Short Journey Into Darkness #1)

Now available exclusively on Amazon!


A level-headed teenage boy's sanity begins to unravel when faced with the horrors of the unknown worlds surrounding him in this chilling, Lovecraftian-styled story of terror. 

"Amorphous Madness" is the first story in the "A Short Journey Into Darkness" horror series by author W.O. Cassity. The short story series offers originally unique fiction written in vivid detail to immerse readers into the fringes of terror.

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Pony Island Adventures: Upon My Weary Shoulders

Last night, I was listening to the second Onder Librum podcast featuring an interview with The Ed Greenwood Group's deputy publisher, Marie Bilodeau. She was talking to Dave about the project codenamed: Pony Island Adventures (the actual name to be released Summer 2016).

So far, I haven't discussed what I've been working on with TEGG all that much.  I have written a couple of short stories that I submitted to Onder Magazine, our monthly ezine publication, but other than that, mum has been the word from me.  After listening to how excited Marie was, I really wanted to open up more about this new campaign setting coming from the master world builder, Ed Greenwood, and my little project, "Upon My Weary Shoulders".

My novel for Pony Island Adventures will not be released until 2022 (unless I'm lucky enough to get moved up on the publishing schedule).

When I was playing Dungeons and Dragons as a teenager, I always had a fascination with bard characters.  One of my personal favorite PC characters that I played was a Blade from the 2nd Edition Bard's Handbook.  The biggest issue I've always had with bards in general though is that most players I know never retire them.  They always end up in some kind of gruesome death, immortalized by their magnificent departure from this life.

I drew inspiration from this and decided that my story would be about a bard type character who simply had had enough with being in the public spotlight.  In my mind, the minstrel bard is a trope, so I wanted to do something new and unique.  So my main protagonist is a former strongman, similar to the ones seen in the carnivals of the late 19th and early 20th centuries.  I also wanted my antagonist to be another bard styled character as well, so the story has a reminiscent feel to Ray Bradbury's famous "Something Wicked This Way Comes".

Of course, Pony Island Adventures is not set in a 20th-century setting.  It is fantasy, so the setting of "Upon My Weary Shoulders" is more like a renaissance faire than a carnival.

My strongman lives in seclusion in the Firefall, a "no man's land" that divides two empires who have been at odds for centuries. He avoids entering the local villages and instead offers the local children money and items for when he needs something from a merchant to avoid scrutiny over his large and deformed size.  This bond with the local kids is something he holds precious because it gives him hope for a future without war.

And then a traveling faire comes into town and the children start disappearing. Some locals even blame him for heinous deeds.

I could go on about this, but I don't want to give too much away.  Needless to say, I can't wait to tell the whole story...

~Will


Sunday, March 27, 2016

A Lesson in Critical Thinking

Disclaimer:  The example I want to use is from a twitter discussion I had earlier in the week.  This post does not support or endorse any Presidential candidate.

I was looking at a post that Donald Trump made on Twitter last week.  I wanted to see what people had to say about his statement.  I came across a series of odd statements.





The Statement:

How many billions? Nobody knows. It might not even be one. He's a scammer, and you've been scammed.

Then the rebuttal:

Donald Trumps net worth is 4bil+. Even Forbes agrees.

And finally a false statement that can easily be invalidated with evidence:

Forbes says it's more like $2B.

So I went to Forbes website and here's what I saw:



You can check out the page here (please note it updates over time): http://www.forbes.com/profile/donald-trump/

I linked this information and the response I received was surprising:

Considering that Trump says that he considers his worth based on how he feels at the time, I don’t believe it.

And then the big finale:

do you believe forbes is right? Then is trump lying for saying its 10 Billion+ ???

So the illogical argument misquotes Forbes, I presented a correction, then the response was to invalidate Forbes and/or Donald Trump.

The question was not whether Forbes was a reliable source of information or that Forbes information was either accurate or inaccurate.  The question was "What did Forbes say?"

Answer:  Forbes said $4.5 Billion, not $2 Billion as claimed by the person in the conversation and not $10 Billion as claimed by Donald Trump.

Forbes seemed to be reliable enough to be misquoted at the time to serve the purposes of the presenter of the false argument, but once the correction was made to the presenter of the information, they tried to invalidate the presented facts by calling either or both Forbes and Donald Trump's claims into question.

This will NOT change the fact that Forbes DID NOT SAY it's more like $2 Billion.

Here's my answers today after thinking through this flawed logic:







In closing, I do not presume to know whether Forbes magazine is accurate or Donald Trump is lying about his fortune.  What I do know that if you want to have a logical discussion, don't make stuff up and then try to cover up by attempting to shift the blame.  Own up to your inaccurate statement to regain the trust among the other individuals in the conversation.

This is the problem with our society.  Facts become irrelevant when people base their opinions on how they feel.  If I trusted my gut everytime I was feeling lucky enough to buy a lottery ticket, I'd be a broke man.

Use some critical thinking skills.  Or what most of refer to as thinking.

~Will

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Updates coming this week on my projects

I need to take care of some house cleaning projects and review several books I've read over the last few months, but once I'm caught up, I'll be giving you guys the scoop on my project I'm doing for the Ed Greenwood group (TEGG).  Plus I'll talk more about the direction for my "Adventures of Adam" series as well as my upcoming horror short story series in the weeks to come.

Lots of exciting things are happening.

~Will