tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80498323119131089062024-03-18T12:14:44.895-05:00Gordon GriceAuthorUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1013125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-8831249114594499302024-03-05T19:14:00.006-06:002024-03-05T19:14:48.576-06:00GIANT MAN-EATING OWL OF THE ICE AGE?<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/Cm1iJg08vBA?si=T3sKkJCZ2Bn9U_sG" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">If you like Deadly Kingdom, you'l love Hodari Nundu's latest video,on the giant owls that terrorized our ancestors. Great art, great knowledge, great video. </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-67436026034748797142024-02-09T02:35:00.005-06:002024-02-09T02:35:41.786-06:00Zombie Romance<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">My new story on MetaStellar is all about zombies who've grown <a href="https://www.metastellar.com/fiction/flash-fiction/hungry-for-love/?preview_id=32356">Hungry for Love</a>. It's free to read and only three minutes long, but beware--it's not for the faint of heart. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWppdy9V1S7lUsWib8-o1r2F_zu80hg7WC8Uf8Y_GU6LXtMprJ0A3ZADSwdFWUcEcK6Bl1IG2Oc3ibQpp2mVZ5KtVReVdcskR_j9fNojq8jUuAoEW-TwNkcJuOJj6MfHimN4y_M0xlIj4N4KLAIERkI5sNN_L_QXQJ2vlIUuLqQzD35iwSMHDf4yZOFoRC/s1070/Grice%20on%20MetaStellar.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="852" data-original-width="1070" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWppdy9V1S7lUsWib8-o1r2F_zu80hg7WC8Uf8Y_GU6LXtMprJ0A3ZADSwdFWUcEcK6Bl1IG2Oc3ibQpp2mVZ5KtVReVdcskR_j9fNojq8jUuAoEW-TwNkcJuOJj6MfHimN4y_M0xlIj4N4KLAIERkI5sNN_L_QXQJ2vlIUuLqQzD35iwSMHDf4yZOFoRC/w640-h510/Grice%20on%20MetaStellar.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-41300844320351024072024-02-06T15:56:00.008-06:002024-02-06T17:13:10.808-06:00The World's Most Dangerous Snakes<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I'm excited to see the work of Massimo Capalbo now available in book form! Max is a long-time friend of this blog. In The World's Most Dangerous Snakes, he gives an in-depth analysis of the most notorious reptiles on earth. It's a labor of love that Max has spent years bringing to print. Recommended for herpers and nature lovers everywhere. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://amzn.to/496kBdd" target="_blank">Volume I</a></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuCJeeREsSecv6qNRzx0eD8UKOLNVkiChLrk6gPX1P5iiRk8z-7gwC7GgBUv8otkMkvFmOQx6NsVA_m8tamGrzxvcgcBgY-Bs_JVWFjO3KSGrBUu3l3VWmFFku-4VskaW4kfXyNkQpFYlwbwriQMihSpd-slFkgiBe17fcjpBLiCcu8Iqej0WfeI4Q1J_O/s1436/Capalbo-The%20Worlds%20Most%20Dangerous%20Snakes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1436" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuCJeeREsSecv6qNRzx0eD8UKOLNVkiChLrk6gPX1P5iiRk8z-7gwC7GgBUv8otkMkvFmOQx6NsVA_m8tamGrzxvcgcBgY-Bs_JVWFjO3KSGrBUu3l3VWmFFku-4VskaW4kfXyNkQpFYlwbwriQMihSpd-slFkgiBe17fcjpBLiCcu8Iqej0WfeI4Q1J_O/w446-h640/Capalbo-The%20Worlds%20Most%20Dangerous%20Snakes.jpg" width="446" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://amzn.to/3OyHxd2" target="_blank">Volume II</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4N0twld-2EBHIN6DZd5PZeGPRnJjlA6ODhowX0-22Ng6fUzev8ru_75zkPxSYd099-9ThyiGZv07_71AN65jER_7iNN_M2huc7_Xb84ZQCjM2VtOiVoGrvlFsBZM1sRlR3vwGEBOArm9cCHwACC26R_doiYMSNjncDOUKJqE3GWKqJxSqF72Nd3YJCbD/s1500/Dangerous%20Snakes%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1044" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4N0twld-2EBHIN6DZd5PZeGPRnJjlA6ODhowX0-22Ng6fUzev8ru_75zkPxSYd099-9ThyiGZv07_71AN65jER_7iNN_M2huc7_Xb84ZQCjM2VtOiVoGrvlFsBZM1sRlR3vwGEBOArm9cCHwACC26R_doiYMSNjncDOUKJqE3GWKqJxSqF72Nd3YJCbD/w446-h640/Dangerous%20Snakes%202.jpg" width="446" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-2503709537827727742024-01-22T01:08:00.001-06:002024-02-01T14:32:46.100-06:00Talking Skeletons<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/_A9SfMQr0-M?si=01wH5xc7GtUxy-xQ" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Turgenev called this little horror story a "poem in prose." Listen if you dare. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0sTljzwXu-n__yiZqorTjiMjNgujYl-goZDK3xBq8sFQLLVjx0ZYAFG03eT6vateSLxPOlgSptU9aDR22LPYDMUVppT1uNQDLNcurdMFlpdArhLXICTYJeTGmJrh-d1OSKsqCMMw_M5dmct1J0etuYfB9VMfQq6tfjpZ-wnKgL9uDidT-a5hegHlMWzVr/s192/010%20Skull.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="192" data-original-width="174" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0sTljzwXu-n__yiZqorTjiMjNgujYl-goZDK3xBq8sFQLLVjx0ZYAFG03eT6vateSLxPOlgSptU9aDR22LPYDMUVppT1uNQDLNcurdMFlpdArhLXICTYJeTGmJrh-d1OSKsqCMMw_M5dmct1J0etuYfB9VMfQq6tfjpZ-wnKgL9uDidT-a5hegHlMWzVr/w290-h320/010%20Skull.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">THE SKULLS<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">By
Ivan Turgenev<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Translated
by Gordon Grice<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><o:p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">The
hall’s ablaze with candle and chandelier, with ladies in lace, with men sleek
and polished. Banter; brilliant faces. That face, in particular—I’ve seen her
on the stage. They’re telling her how great she was last night, but they don’t
have the words to paint her heartbreak voice. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Suddenly the brilliant faces slough.
Each skin, delicate as the scum on milk, slides down—only a little blood beneath
to grease its way. The skulls gleam forth, their hollows blue as lead. Even the
pink meat of the gums is gone, flowing down, the teeth left naked to the
sockets.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The jaws talk on. Lamplight glitters
on the planes of naked faces. Each globe of bone retains its jellied eyeballs,
rolling with the rhythm of the witticisms. Don’t they see what’s happened?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>There’s a mirror on the wall. I
can’t face it. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The skulls talk on. One cocks itself
sarcastically, and I glimpse the red rag of a tongue. One bobs agreement;
another rocks itself back to laugh, and I see its tongue in full, rippling like
a muscular slug. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>My hand wants to creep to my face,
to find out. I don’t dare.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The grins seem bigger without the
muscle and meat, but the talk remains the same. How great the famous face was
last night! Her singing caught them at the heart. Her music will last forever,
some skull says, and others nod. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUwui5FpRF41OYUQhaZOqQqUmt0wvdaHn5HTUBaCZCnDHdk9U4LZYD1CgfzH2_f6T8ZbJTEbCqnQ1icmhs2B-pfUas8RVYSgU5bC-D59oLLK3Q3RsNp4dzl5mR31-a5qBClxLclcCPN8ByAUh_8jqT0ql9-SPVCe_GjRJUOM7JV_vp-VpPjOsbmqD19UPF/s313/098%20Chatting%20Skull.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="313" data-original-width="285" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUwui5FpRF41OYUQhaZOqQqUmt0wvdaHn5HTUBaCZCnDHdk9U4LZYD1CgfzH2_f6T8ZbJTEbCqnQ1icmhs2B-pfUas8RVYSgU5bC-D59oLLK3Q3RsNp4dzl5mR31-a5qBClxLclcCPN8ByAUh_8jqT0ql9-SPVCe_GjRJUOM7JV_vp-VpPjOsbmqD19UPF/w364-h400/098%20Chatting%20Skull.jpg" width="364" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /> </span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Haven't supped full of anatomical horrors yet? Here's Theodore Roethke's chilling contemplation of life in the flesh, <a href="https://youtu.be/Heo8NJfbFzk?si=HLDLwNmtBKpALz95">Epidermal Macabre</a>. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigejpT4GOyOJ0DD8Gb-290bBC233cKC-p8Whrj-Dl_mUHDXkMzTo2ycTaCDxKlOyP0bp1rES3Lzc6gy0QNe-xYWQgOfmDwfhQjw1a6QYGsvPbBdA_YYP1D7hMEG9k8hfzhoRBfGTcaQCD-DkdN7GX39RNvxc80K_tPoOsmMnAZKkoiqbIM0FQrWAtrbvjz/s685/073%20Skinned.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="506" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigejpT4GOyOJ0DD8Gb-290bBC233cKC-p8Whrj-Dl_mUHDXkMzTo2ycTaCDxKlOyP0bp1rES3Lzc6gy0QNe-xYWQgOfmDwfhQjw1a6QYGsvPbBdA_YYP1D7hMEG9k8hfzhoRBfGTcaQCD-DkdN7GX39RNvxc80K_tPoOsmMnAZKkoiqbIM0FQrWAtrbvjz/w472-h640/073%20Skinned.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></p><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-45329419094819694492023-12-26T16:07:00.001-06:002023-12-26T16:07:00.137-06:00The Conqueror Worm by Edgar Allan Poe - A Mini-Macabre<div><br /></div><iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/7MB2qUoVtVM?si=gIqL1l3nRzi064T1" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Poe's gruesome allegory of human existence. </div><div><br /></div><div>Not enough? Check out my <a href="https://youtu.be/A0YaT5JGTJA?si=gQ2rzjJdOQkKBJbp" target="_blank">previous Poe reading</a>. </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-5524379547565855392023-12-19T11:05:00.005-06:002023-12-21T15:31:01.558-06:00Do you dare to run the Gamut?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ULnEZjxuMXd_hGbTbQ0ZLGwlK7IlTRtTtUff17XuKJ60d1N3TyN2JVelPA3yYwTBFddnlQQ89Roe5MesNTmEzr8HOGQk6HE6gOXQKQOITNzqb5fkbedWQPaSvHjV_tpVsAerkhoYtjWRFrbq3OJ724GVS6kOUa77YjbxtKK0HripG6HFzT5sscFxw6Fe/s3375/Issue1_V2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3375" data-original-width="2625" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ULnEZjxuMXd_hGbTbQ0ZLGwlK7IlTRtTtUff17XuKJ60d1N3TyN2JVelPA3yYwTBFddnlQQ89Roe5MesNTmEzr8HOGQk6HE6gOXQKQOITNzqb5fkbedWQPaSvHjV_tpVsAerkhoYtjWRFrbq3OJ724GVS6kOUa77YjbxtKK0HripG6HFzT5sscFxw6Fe/w498-h640/Issue1_V2.jpeg" width="498" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">The legendary horror magazine Gamut is about the rise from the dead. Be careful when you pick it up, because my contribution is shocking. </span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-87861159913735763402023-12-10T16:05:00.004-06:002023-12-12T12:55:51.374-06:00The Adventures of Medea<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/3fy288kYT4E?si=RCaZq4vrWnr9h6es" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Maybe the darkest poem I've read for my series of "Mini-Macabres": Sylvia Plath's take on the mythic murderer, better known from ancient plays by Euripedes and Seneca. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Plath's poem focuses on Medea's murder of her children, here illustrated by the 17th-century Italian painter Artemisia Gentileschi:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNVRSjSsq7tJEZRqW_GBOqP0wXmEjrrcShNhYGIYNCByunSTR-EAOeuI8ZMgmSxwD4dOUj_PbK2qccwDEOPQ4cuAM8iKmZ_AYQpwyC6wSsSOX3A8it_x-rh5duI5CrzFBhUqS2FSk4-aUwBWZmJ0bZ7TKF3SbcblYmb4PbpZzXu11Kt9boNsCQaRHJCzPO/s800/Medea_-_A._Gentileschi%20murders%20child.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="800" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNVRSjSsq7tJEZRqW_GBOqP0wXmEjrrcShNhYGIYNCByunSTR-EAOeuI8ZMgmSxwD4dOUj_PbK2qccwDEOPQ4cuAM8iKmZ_AYQpwyC6wSsSOX3A8it_x-rh5duI5CrzFBhUqS2FSk4-aUwBWZmJ0bZ7TKF3SbcblYmb4PbpZzXu11Kt9boNsCQaRHJCzPO/w400-h283/Medea_-_A._Gentileschi%20murders%20child.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I wrote my own take on Medea in a story called "Three Fathers," included in the anthology <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Musings-Muses-Heather-Vassallo/dp/1957537035/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=" target="_blank">Musings of the Muses</a>. Kind of an innocent-sounding title, considering some of the darkness within. My story focuses on Medea's witchcraft. She uses her skills to rejuvenate her dying father-in-law, as illustrated here by the 16th-century Italian artist Pellegrino Tibaldi:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTSIzYqZY_Gc-_FxHNkoAg-iOJPzXeUzRvG3mOJKc70NSkWmtEgdjDk3sGUjf5trqe7pBcRnO7xcExT6dpMKqqY43ztRJa6GxS16EfFscx0sN7d-ZJZcTNfydy6nMurrg4wh3emhAZlvSKrwc1DkDst5yVRr1FW29Vd6fmWAhO6EXHzZrj-a4sx7NoqeuD/s800/Pellegrino_Tibaldi_-_Medea_ringiovanisce_Esone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="800" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTSIzYqZY_Gc-_FxHNkoAg-iOJPzXeUzRvG3mOJKc70NSkWmtEgdjDk3sGUjf5trqe7pBcRnO7xcExT6dpMKqqY43ztRJa6GxS16EfFscx0sN7d-ZJZcTNfydy6nMurrg4wh3emhAZlvSKrwc1DkDst5yVRr1FW29Vd6fmWAhO6EXHzZrj-a4sx7NoqeuD/w400-h384/Pellegrino_Tibaldi_-_Medea_ringiovanisce_Esone.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-56719363766893820002023-12-03T12:14:00.002-06:002023-12-09T11:09:00.980-06:00Hamlet's Fretful Porpentine by William Shakespeare - A Mini-Macabre<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/qxN_kNK_DSw?si=RfxFnwc7bN8O5Z3f" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">In older times Europeans believed the porcupine, also known
as the porkespick, porkespyne, iron pig, or porpentine, could shoot its quills
at enemies. An adventurer named John Nieuhoff, writing about 1744, claimed that
the species found on Java “can by contracting themselves cast [their quills]
forth with such strength that they can kill man or beast.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">None of that is true, though the sharp quills will detach
when lodged in the mouth or hand of an attacker. They are formidable animals
that sometimes succeed in warding off lions and tigers. Shakespeare’s
contemporary Christopher Marlowe writes of “the quills of porcupines,/As black as jet, and
hard as iron or steel.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Shakespeare’s simile from Hamlet portrays the animal’s threat
display. It erects the quills in defense, which, as a bonus, makes the rodent
look larger and may intimidate an attacker without violence.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These antique
illustrations show a couple of different species.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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Wild horror from Gordon Grice in <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Stupefying-Stories-26-Magazine-ebook/dp/B0CK71F29L/ref=sr_1_1?crid=237HER80BVO9X&keywords=Stupefying+Stories+26&qid=1700941238&s=digital-text&sprefix=stupefying+stories+26%2Cdigital-text%2C120&sr=1-1" target="_blank">Stupefying Stories 26</a>. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibqTlIKwHDdXL1CKvaFVo5p9NoGWm4RH2YiqnUO_8_lwygtsv-XLiAqESbyHzGkkNXLlTXYGgN_7R88ZiVSyG7V_HcAbk7E_toRLqHc0mtWpHLHChBAEEyd8bA-q76jorTpxHVdmGsoLdQngU2vJz2yQZf0_-z5XtGome6tBW7Vity0jefNt6hq3atZGLS/s466/Stupefying%20Stories%2026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="466" data-original-width="311" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibqTlIKwHDdXL1CKvaFVo5p9NoGWm4RH2YiqnUO_8_lwygtsv-XLiAqESbyHzGkkNXLlTXYGgN_7R88ZiVSyG7V_HcAbk7E_toRLqHc0mtWpHLHChBAEEyd8bA-q76jorTpxHVdmGsoLdQngU2vJz2yQZf0_-z5XtGome6tBW7Vity0jefNt6hq3atZGLS/w429-h640/Stupefying%20Stories%2026.jpg" width="429" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-27012231720771065922023-11-11T12:40:00.001-06:002023-11-11T12:40:23.690-06:00The Apparition by John Donne - A Mini-Macabre<div><br /></div><iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/_vxFxe2JjyE?si=Jw2620Thj9MVpNQI" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Jealousy beyond the grave. Join me weekly on Youtube for more <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/DeadlyKingdom" target="_blank">Mini-Macabres</a>. </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-64391252363467431862023-10-21T14:11:00.002-05:002023-10-21T14:11:32.113-05:00The Vampire by Ossenfelder - A Mini Macabre<iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/wbMfewLG2tE?si=gW-WBvGkq_NIkQvn" width="480"></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); color: #131313; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Der Vampyre" by German poet Heinrich August Ossenfelder. A new translation into English by Gordon Grice. "Der Vampyre," first published in 1748, is arguably the first appearance of a vampire in creative literature.</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-33407660346190620022023-10-06T17:08:00.001-05:002023-10-06T17:08:00.154-05:00Mrs. Packer Invades Zone 3<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_1wY1_H004wXZmdcJ3AE7TMR6K0FSxCD-vyj8YN76lYU6JzPPyox8JU5e-IDzJQ6B2Xow92vWv_1JcXkAW0PoKfF_j7kruWukbjVwW_U7UcjvNaNevXUt2EnFH20dggRjKb86-DueJt4_JPSxYlhxjtf-TUWGyzMGJrxGPA_l1occ8YzS4v1ISltMcFXA/s969/Mrs%20Packer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="742" data-original-width="969" height="490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_1wY1_H004wXZmdcJ3AE7TMR6K0FSxCD-vyj8YN76lYU6JzPPyox8JU5e-IDzJQ6B2Xow92vWv_1JcXkAW0PoKfF_j7kruWukbjVwW_U7UcjvNaNevXUt2EnFH20dggRjKb86-DueJt4_JPSxYlhxjtf-TUWGyzMGJrxGPA_l1occ8YzS4v1ISltMcFXA/w640-h490/Mrs%20Packer.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">. . .The first thing
Melanie saw from the living room doorway was Mrs. Packer’s face. She stood
outside the window, smiling in with childish glee. It took Melanie a moment to
see just what was happening. Mrs. Packer’s hand had broken through the
window screen—had she punched through? And the hand, cut bloody,
had hold of Isaac somehow.</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"> </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A tale of terror from Gordon Grice--FREE in <a href="https://zone3press.com/fiction-entries/mrs-packer/" target="_blank">Zone 3</a>. </span> </span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-42414247767584716672023-10-03T11:03:00.002-05:002023-10-03T11:03:35.264-05:00If Gold Runs Red — Gordon Grice<div>Reading of my story "If Gold Runs Red" from Metaphorosis Magazine.</div><div><br /></div><iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/680kLKyiBbs?si=bHlYQr4JNY0vccvc" width="480"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-88895144574637012992023-09-07T16:21:00.001-05:002023-09-07T16:22:16.571-05:00Tales from the Dark Side<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijFwqNAeuPofO7KB2oWLtYgNe1OVqZEXMzkEjbjh8TW83uSKo5uZsH7K2T793LDU602KFvp2AgSNLyAX5O5RNHp3NRVIdpuqQR06v-Vqq3HkKPkhVrOHWpTjiz6vLXhJYxB6yb1QD4kj7rRft81z8qp5acVMf2XoDx-0qtvs-k75KhC63atrRF-4vhfi6s/s2285/Tales%20from%20the%20Dark%20Side.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1621" data-original-width="2285" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijFwqNAeuPofO7KB2oWLtYgNe1OVqZEXMzkEjbjh8TW83uSKo5uZsH7K2T793LDU602KFvp2AgSNLyAX5O5RNHp3NRVIdpuqQR06v-Vqq3HkKPkhVrOHWpTjiz6vLXhJYxB6yb1QD4kj7rRft81z8qp5acVMf2XoDx-0qtvs-k75KhC63atrRF-4vhfi6s/w640-h454/Tales%20from%20the%20Dark%20Side.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>In the September-October issue of <a href="https://www.oklahomatoday.com" target="_blank">Oklahoma Today</a>, I go under cover of the night to bring you "Tales from the Dark Side." What are those animals doing in the dark? You'll be shocked! With art by the amazing Laura Rosenfelt. </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-81220351825416363352023-07-29T15:16:00.006-05:002023-08-19T16:50:18.637-05:00Hymns in the Dark<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_s7HjQ-6dbt16q-6SGwGon2xvEvGyquOmo1IGX1ZXb3LFjUmcsdYafT5jUc-j10a_M2jqPBSfIb5iXEvv_IkBeo-Qbqm5SY62Qk0hvrgCdtTJAwVzB4VAYR1PlBN8HaC59G6YjqS3CEDrK31p7mQMHKHhlYgLOHFrZKudrfc7aiCITZxpkqByDMMaQ59m/s720/Hymns%20in%20the%20Dark%20cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="514" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_s7HjQ-6dbt16q-6SGwGon2xvEvGyquOmo1IGX1ZXb3LFjUmcsdYafT5jUc-j10a_M2jqPBSfIb5iXEvv_IkBeo-Qbqm5SY62Qk0hvrgCdtTJAwVzB4VAYR1PlBN8HaC59G6YjqS3CEDrK31p7mQMHKHhlYgLOHFrZKudrfc7aiCITZxpkqByDMMaQ59m/w285-h400/Hymns%20in%20the%20Dark%20cover.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">It's here! One morning the sun forgets to rise. What can Joe and Sarah do to survive? And is it really their fault? Gordon Grice's "Hymns in the Dark" is only one of 31 creepy tales in <a href="https://amzn.to/3Dzne9n" target="_blank">Horror Library Volume 8</a>. </span></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-24723417175207023422023-05-21T16:06:00.004-05:002023-06-06T14:39:18.632-05:00Do You Dare to Go . . . .All the Way Through?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix0fgTKXbRbSoHsNrr1HQ5mMEu16sVyqLmHLHi5PottAMJXzA--PvfGygHutMTOdkH3hTfj3zcD865VcFW12ioTKnsN8buFH9VpliHkxHSfYQ_fji1fUrCs92PPiWxchppdjCxKw2CZDb0RoV45aLkWkv3vDgevhrzNnPfbYD-xFPVkVpYCo4cU7sv7g/s350/CRR%20SprSu2023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="350" data-original-width="250" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix0fgTKXbRbSoHsNrr1HQ5mMEu16sVyqLmHLHi5PottAMJXzA--PvfGygHutMTOdkH3hTfj3zcD865VcFW12ioTKnsN8buFH9VpliHkxHSfYQ_fji1fUrCs92PPiWxchppdjCxKw2CZDb0RoV45aLkWkv3vDgevhrzNnPfbYD-xFPVkVpYCo4cU7sv7g/w286-h400/CRR%20SprSu2023.jpg" width="286" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-no-proof: yes;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">One friend is drifting into
madness. The other’s wallowing in grief. What will they find when they go . . .
All the Way Through? A new tale of seances and psychic terror by Gordon Grice. The Spring/Summer 2023 issue of Concho River
Review features this and other stories, alongside poems, essays, and book reviews. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Order directly from Concho River Review at</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">ASU Station #10894</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">San Angelo State University</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">San Angelo, TX 76909-0894</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Please make your check for $10 payable to San Angelo State University.</span></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-73222425204800522222023-04-12T01:39:00.003-05:002023-04-12T01:42:08.282-05:00Creepy New Horror<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieTb1ld_TAtGYLeIic2I1lySYKyhDIv7Qha-z9Nob8Yphn-zM83CqM7WN_1Zv8mDp8p8AazMvR-9Vpto2WNcGtCMz4siGDhiDIpYLaKbeBTlMrLwxLPb43EyX3IAVh41Wg7KVOOVszmLG0X5TVTyygbgiRqIreLmNg1bxnN6tMNqSyCI_LUgozCUhKqA/s1050/Paramnesia%20cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="484" data-original-width="1050" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieTb1ld_TAtGYLeIic2I1lySYKyhDIv7Qha-z9Nob8Yphn-zM83CqM7WN_1Zv8mDp8p8AazMvR-9Vpto2WNcGtCMz4siGDhiDIpYLaKbeBTlMrLwxLPb43EyX3IAVh41Wg7KVOOVszmLG0X5TVTyygbgiRqIreLmNg1bxnN6tMNqSyCI_LUgozCUhKqA/w400-h185/Paramnesia%20cover.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <span style="background-color: white; color: #828282; font-family: Inter, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bolder; letter-spacing: 1.12px;">Par·am·ne·sia – a condition or phenomenon involving distorted memory or confusions of fact and fantasy, such as confabulation or déjà vu.</span><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #828282; font-weight: bolder; letter-spacing: 1.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #828282; letter-spacing: 1.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Paramnesia-Grendel-Press-Horror-Anthology/dp/1960534009/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1681281448&sr=1-1" target="_blank">Paramnesia</a>. Unique horrors on a fascinating theme. Featuring Gordon Grice's "Real Estate."</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #828282; letter-spacing: 1.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #828282; letter-spacing: 1.12px;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Rated R.</span></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-67234992781793867522023-04-11T00:37:00.005-05:002023-04-11T00:37:50.036-05:00New on Stupefying Stories: Happy to Be Hollow<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEvBwFwgX_gD7tuwhTW6aXJZpt5e_m_pFn3GyPZDL_c5iCCCXRN_xTA7gMemHXOpk0pbSMHIQsa9c724dDb_ZJaxtCGsAU0izgfP0S9tbo1ptdTBdxJrufd0DLzN8VAzBe4sAU04s_WMiK7ywBzi1MlaxxrF2wPAhKtXP6QesAZIQBqnjAzN2c9pjS2Q/s1013/Reed-Hollow%20Earth%201906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="798" data-original-width="1013" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEvBwFwgX_gD7tuwhTW6aXJZpt5e_m_pFn3GyPZDL_c5iCCCXRN_xTA7gMemHXOpk0pbSMHIQsa9c724dDb_ZJaxtCGsAU0izgfP0S9tbo1ptdTBdxJrufd0DLzN8VAzBe4sAU04s_WMiK7ywBzi1MlaxxrF2wPAhKtXP6QesAZIQBqnjAzN2c9pjS2Q/w400-h315/Reed-Hollow%20Earth%201906.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">It's one of the oldest tropes in science fiction. And the whole premise was debunked more than two centuries ago. So why am I happy to see it in <i>Godzilla vs. Kong</i>? Read my <a href="https://stupefyingstories.blogspot.com/2023/04/big-idea-happy-to-be-hollow-by-gordon.html" target="_blank">essay</a> on the Stupefying Stories blog to find out. </span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-66642470029568398392023-03-17T15:37:00.003-05:002023-03-19T00:31:51.640-05:00Mayhem in Shotgun Honey<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJCOcIoIPZlSQ_Hxl8ZgaOpBWKmWkiwhLQZfNHjGUWnTaUvpwhBAupcz154GDdDFE6bs3KXMY3wcN87TeNSsDcFPDgZ_kmFPCi0ZJgQ2CFqsv0C013DPv8Rzb7WcAbPJYujpfxYqsiYzh80noFiE9i8GXSW7Yz0KN2hZqzhq5TP2-803UatbkoAEs0Ag/s491/Ringtone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="491" height="343" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJCOcIoIPZlSQ_Hxl8ZgaOpBWKmWkiwhLQZfNHjGUWnTaUvpwhBAupcz154GDdDFE6bs3KXMY3wcN87TeNSsDcFPDgZ_kmFPCi0ZJgQ2CFqsv0C013DPv8Rzb7WcAbPJYujpfxYqsiYzh80noFiE9i8GXSW7Yz0KN2hZqzhq5TP2-803UatbkoAEs0Ag/w400-h343/Ringtone.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">Killing is easy. . . but what do you do afterward? I’ve
ventured into the world of crime with </span><a href="https://shotgunhoney.com/fiction/whered-you-get-that-ringtone-by-gordon-grice/" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;" target="_blank">Where’d You Get That Ringtone?</a><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">, new on
Shotgun Honey. This three-minute read is free, but not for the squeamish.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-22505897331912820412023-03-10T01:26:00.003-06:002023-08-20T12:33:47.891-05:00Strange Tales of Ecology<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnP6iBdlrJd0gCe8LacG5crFez5IuU9PpO_p62WQpaOLgLDuP0IWt2hw88Sl4AaVJSuRqbE3vKf4zCp_miJy-DI8EydzUPKbuM1oRj0Y9_hr7TJ_H2LHm1zQOrPF6uqtU73jO0hZs_Ij6poDb1aw9ttSzmq_NGVrLa2kMOgzFIdqA1LXBdNGRFtmiiHw/s1433/Dietrich-Burying%20Beetle.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="1433" data-original-width="1356" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnP6iBdlrJd0gCe8LacG5crFez5IuU9PpO_p62WQpaOLgLDuP0IWt2hw88Sl4AaVJSuRqbE3vKf4zCp_miJy-DI8EydzUPKbuM1oRj0Y9_hr7TJ_H2LHm1zQOrPF6uqtU73jO0hZs_Ij6poDb1aw9ttSzmq_NGVrLa2kMOgzFIdqA1LXBdNGRFtmiiHw/s400/Dietrich-Burying%20Beetle.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">American Burying Beetle by Ashley Dietrich</td></tr></tbody></table><br />
<div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">The passenger pigeon went extinct more than a century ago.
Today, another species is feeling the effects. Strange tales of ecological
connection in the March-April issue of <a href="https://www.oklahomatoday.com" target="_blank">Oklahoma Today</a>. Article by Gordon Grice;
extraordinary paintings by Ashley Dietrich.</span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-9090343937594476342023-01-28T19:20:00.006-06:002023-01-28T19:30:20.254-06:00Newest Story: Twist the Lid<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTBhjyYrionQCN-3_leKTd9p0dPx0A_KpgbmLiu1UfXM6Gzl6ME9rk-pqUojyK69EAfa33PCkr-tqmLXpOyu5ps14EJI5F1LMubU082tzAPJOVecyYiLPZV2mL2Qxmmz-7g5kJBpHcjUVdsgER-k2SoVz27_RypuuXLZ5V_AOuuWA68Jq2g-SchneWTg/s1500/Night%20Terrors%2024.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTBhjyYrionQCN-3_leKTd9p0dPx0A_KpgbmLiu1UfXM6Gzl6ME9rk-pqUojyK69EAfa33PCkr-tqmLXpOyu5ps14EJI5F1LMubU082tzAPJOVecyYiLPZV2mL2Qxmmz-7g5kJBpHcjUVdsgER-k2SoVz27_RypuuXLZ5V_AOuuWA68Jq2g-SchneWTg/w266-h400/Night%20Terrors%2024.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">"It was getting dark and already the coyotes were talking in
the distance. The horse was distinctly uncomfortable. She pulled at her halter.
Then she noticed Mitch, rooted where he was, unable to cross the creek, and she
bolted and was brought up short. Her second lunge tore the tether loose and
sent leaves fluttering in a cloud. She ran from him. He saw things from her
point of view then. He saw himself standing on the bank gazing after her, his
face and clothes greasy, his eyes a dull white with bright white irises. The
horse screamed with a woman’s voice."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">"Twist the Lid": a tale of terror by Gordon Grice in <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Night-Terrors-Vol-24-Anthology/dp/B0BSG5MWPT/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=" target="_blank">Night Terrors 24</a>.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111;">Scare Street is proud to present fourteen diabolical new tales in this bone-chilling collection. Each ghastly page unleashes a new nightmare, ripped from the depths of your psyche.</span></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111;"><br /></span></span></o:p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-47889034829041799112022-10-21T17:56:00.002-05:002022-12-18T19:17:45.207-06:00New Story: If Gold Runs Red<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Nothing grows right around here—too many legs, too smart, too hard to kill. And if
you do kill something, you’d better bury it deep. Things don’t rest easy on
Saxum Creek. "If Gold Runs Red" by Gordon Grice is the cover story in the <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Metaphorosis-November-2022-Magazine/dp/1640762418/ref=sr_1_4?crid=3V8IVU26TC9G1&keywords=metaphorosis+2022&qid=1665874445&s=books&sprefix=metaphorosis+2022%2Cstripbooks%2C125&sr=1-4" target="_blank">November 2022 issue of Metaphorosis</a>. </span><div><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: large; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><a href="https://magazine.metaphorosis.com/story/2022/if-gold-runs-red-gordon-grice/" target="_blank">Read or listen free</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRkuwWCbG9wzbAzedp6OWZi8-Gt_4vx18xM1dERMx6A1bq6_IKwilq9kLY2i5-tv1FUyGAwo2tCaQW2MUTNi_FtsWyFU5FnJQ0WvdpCyyOr56ZDQpJu3kVMc35_rjOp5Le5UTVtaLeiEZDfS2bjOnq4knNGT5jnq34agqiT35wqBakAZ0YZr9wxYOvZg/s499/Metaphorosis%20cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="334" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRkuwWCbG9wzbAzedp6OWZi8-Gt_4vx18xM1dERMx6A1bq6_IKwilq9kLY2i5-tv1FUyGAwo2tCaQW2MUTNi_FtsWyFU5FnJQ0WvdpCyyOr56ZDQpJu3kVMc35_rjOp5Le5UTVtaLeiEZDfS2bjOnq4knNGT5jnq34agqiT35wqBakAZ0YZr9wxYOvZg/w268-h400/Metaphorosis%20cover.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="a-text-bold a-text-italic" face=""Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; font-weight: 700;">Metaphorosis</span><span class="a-text-bold" face=""Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 700;"> is the magazine of beautifully written speculative fiction. Available in paperback or Kindle. </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-36167533827025455332022-10-13T16:19:00.001-05:002022-10-13T16:19:32.353-05:00Grice on New Vampire TV Shows<span style="font-size: large;">When a plague of vampires hits TV, who you gonna call? Me, among others. Happy to be quoted in Neal Justin’s <a href="https://www.startribune.com/neal-justin-why-our-passion-for-tv-vampires-will-never-die/600215305/" target="_blank">article in the latest Minneapolis Star-Tribune</a>.
</span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO_VQd6jdv0wZyErDt9bO3Qzv2hosV5j4JnQ8xEGhOp0AxubA60-RAPZcPTDDjEhhaTNXvlbD2QMhfTcgAQc1u_LPE9XIyCAHiZJi3-miFGJPg37R5D1XWUba7o35NAP2fd49-ckWFNbNKqrvbheesJ2Cxngm_d2d2O_2-YQViFoup7JN9BL9WwAV33Q/s615/Star-Tribune%20article.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="615" data-original-width="555" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO_VQd6jdv0wZyErDt9bO3Qzv2hosV5j4JnQ8xEGhOp0AxubA60-RAPZcPTDDjEhhaTNXvlbD2QMhfTcgAQc1u_LPE9XIyCAHiZJi3-miFGJPg37R5D1XWUba7o35NAP2fd49-ckWFNbNKqrvbheesJ2Cxngm_d2d2O_2-YQViFoup7JN9BL9WwAV33Q/w361-h400/Star-Tribune%20article.JPG" width="361" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-8015113470439593512022-06-15T14:35:00.003-05:002022-06-15T14:37:13.600-05:00New Monster Story Starring Medea<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS-2gwzbxDqo7ZlIvVbBZCCHmNvIwFewGEM7mTDdzRlW6_GVYUdOR03Xi-0h-gFJPaDPIyVj5fnitJ9P-Qq0pg0_yiG6Jb56EUx9iwZVZEp6Lk-IDDvKc2KMeQ-JqzEtphmwsGbusH1f-cDroymzMSaQY7HvX9_P69XmFomD-4hQlVdU0W_s9eeXcVtA/s1755/Musings%20of%20the%20Muses%20cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1755" data-original-width="1170" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS-2gwzbxDqo7ZlIvVbBZCCHmNvIwFewGEM7mTDdzRlW6_GVYUdOR03Xi-0h-gFJPaDPIyVj5fnitJ9P-Qq0pg0_yiG6Jb56EUx9iwZVZEp6Lk-IDDvKc2KMeQ-JqzEtphmwsGbusH1f-cDroymzMSaQY7HvX9_P69XmFomD-4hQlVdU0W_s9eeXcVtA/w266-h400/Musings%20of%20the%20Muses%20cover.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">New!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">You know the myths. . . now hear the other side. Monsters,
heroines, and goddesses from Greek myth take arms in <a href="https://amzn.to/3zKGMHn" target="_blank">Musings of the Muses</a>, a new anthology from Brigids
Gate Press. Featuring “Three Fathers,” a story of Medea by Gordon Grice:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><i>He was seeing something in the next world and trying to
puzzle it out. She could have told him it was a goddess grooming a black horse,
brushing the burrs from its tail. Medea had never been into that world, but
she’d glimpsed the goddess of the crossroads when they met at midnight, had
prayed to her and listened to the crows who brought back messages. .<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>.</i><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049832311913108906.post-44084572811531817212022-05-17T17:01:00.002-05:002022-05-17T17:02:43.557-05:00Lizards on the Prowl<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE_fvd-SnMGhiJHdFFuY7lQlWejFbjf3miQqkOvr9aYnasLU0YMhoEfbu_uhFop55lz5G6mqKPs-GMj5mcQxG_ILwrF_dqERnjPVUQ23pGwmNg8r3Asy9jpdBn_Xy31v_A97TNsbdUciyfRZJ4h_tB3SMLXhX6D4NCcyxCw75wMRVdOWIRPkKm83UTRw/s750/Creative%20Field%20Guide.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="423" data-original-width="750" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE_fvd-SnMGhiJHdFFuY7lQlWejFbjf3miQqkOvr9aYnasLU0YMhoEfbu_uhFop55lz5G6mqKPs-GMj5mcQxG_ILwrF_dqERnjPVUQ23pGwmNg8r3Asy9jpdBn_Xy31v_A97TNsbdUciyfRZJ4h_tB3SMLXhX6D4NCcyxCw75wMRVdOWIRPkKm83UTRw/w400-h225/Creative%20Field%20Guide.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Neighbors are always trying to eat you, as a certain collared
finds out in my story “Lizard Lunch,” now available in The Creative Field Guide
to Northeastern Oklahoma. My little reptilian opus is one of dozens of pieces
packed into the niftiest design job I’ve seen in years, with photography and paintings
spilling out of every page. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The Creative Field Guide project began in 2020 as a response
to the Covid-19 pandemic when schools were shut and kids and adults were stuck
at home. Many of us turned to the outdoors for solace and certainty. “Go touch
some grass” was a common phrase—meaning whatever worries you were experiencing,
they might be alleviated by going outside and touching something real, alive,
and natural. People also took up new creative hobbies, like baking bread,
journaling, or trying out a new art form. In that dark first year of the
pandemic, it was clear that creativity was needed in all areas of our lives—in
business, in education, at home, and in the caretaking of ourselves and the
planet. Combining these ideas, the Creative Field Guide to Northeastern
Oklahoma was born: a book that grounds its readers in this place and expands
the field guide genre with original artwork, creative writing, and creative
writing prompts and art activities.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The Creative Field Guide to Northeastern Oklahoma inspires
people of all ages to spend time outside and learn about the place in which
they live (and the creatures with which they share it) and endeavor to protect
and create art about it. While the book is designed for youth, it helps foster
the creative inner worlds of people of all ages, encouraging them to share
their perspectives with the outer world and to value and care for our
environment.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">You don’t have to live in Oklahoma to love this book. Take a
copy into your backyard, a neighborhood park, or a state park—it works with you
wherever you can be outside.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.creativefieldguide.com/contact" target="_blank">Get your Creative Field Guide</a>.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0