Spotlight
BBC America distributed a press release today regarding the tremendous success of their “Supernatural Saturday” lineup. THE GEEKS COME OUT AT NIGHT – FOR BBC AMERICA Big night for BBC AMERICA puts Supernatural Saturday line-up #1 in social New York [...]
by Shay Fabbro: Prologue Gentra Today, my life ends and a new one begins. Brok floated in front of the large window, both sets of arms crossed over his chest. His body pulsed rhythmically, keeping him in place in the water. [...]
by Shay Fabbro: Prologue Gentra Master Ferrok watched the scrago as they floated lazily in their pens. His favorite beast had her head buried in the lush sea grass, nibbling on the tender shoots. Normally this past-time brought him joy, but [...]
by Laramore Black: I knew the author of this book mildly from his editorial position at Out of the Gutter Online and was a little skeptical when it came time to review this novel. Looking at it, I thought this would [...]
by Gerardo Delgadillo: My nose freezes when it goes below zero. Hate this digging gig. It’s way too late—even for the graveyard shift. Graveyard. Ha. Joel pushes his shovel in the dirt. “You helpin’?” “One sec.” I fish a smoke [...]
by O. D. Hegre: You’ve seen ‘um. Those faces you just know you’ll never forget – especially on women. Yeah, especially on a woman sporting those beautiful blue eyes like Grace Kelly or Cameron Diaz but with that aquiline nose. [...]
by Timothy Frasier: Electric sleep with stuttering images in black and white Clutching at a reality made of mist and fragile cobwebs The constant smell of ozone with the taste of copper Hiding forever in dread with fragmented memory I [...]
by Jay Newman: Where color doesn’t come, imps scurry splintered floorboards— furry, felt-pawed, webbed-footed, cloven-hooved— hollow remnants—dead puppet master—no strings attached behind moth-ball curtains of dust-painted suits and button-down cigarette burns. Waiting—smiling, unblinking—beneath grime-glossed mirrors—sinking—Morpheus night terrors outside spider-cracked windows—above— [...]
by Jay Newman: Night hums through the gaping window; a chill sifts between cracks in the blinds but cannot permeate the heat vibrations swimming through the dark, so I lay in bed with my eyes dried open, wipe a glaze [...]
Copyright © 2024 - DarkMedia. All Rights Reserved
