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Just What Every Young Dead Boy Needs - A PINUP CALENDAR!

Tired of those same old boring calendars of puppies and castles and such?

Check out My Zombie Pinups - Where Beauty Eats Braaaiiiinns!

You can see more here.



(Thanks to http://www.shootforthehead.com/)

Monday Movie Review - ECHO

From the people who brought us THE RING and THE GRUDGE, we get ECHO. And although this version is the US version, there are some moments when you can almost envision the pale little girl in the dirty dress and long, stringy black hair covering her face.

From IMDB:  Bobby Reynolds is released on probation from Rikers and moves to the old apartment in East Village, New York, where his lonely mother lived and passed away. He finds a job as mechanic at the Houston Auto Repair shop owned by the supportive Hector Rodriguez and tries to rebuild his life. However, he is deemed an outcast and his former friends and neighbors do not want to talk to him. Bobby hears weird noises and finds blood in his apartment, and overhears an argument between an abusive police officer and his wife and their daughter.

I'm not including anything else from the plot summary because it's major spoilage, and this a spoiler free zone. But suffice it to say, the truth about what happens when Bobby can't take standing by any longer and allow the cop to brutilize his family was a shocker.  The gore is sufficient simply because of the subject.  And the ending is satisfactory.

Don't let the slow pace fool you.  This is a well-acted movie.

My recommendation? 

Animal Zombies

I happened upon the Worth 1000 site by accident.  I'm glad I did.  When you go here to see the Animal Zombies 2 page, keep going.  At the bottom you'll find several more pages of this website PLUS links to two more multi-page sites featuring photoshopped and other artistic renditions.  Some you'll agree are very amateurish.  But some, like this mutt, are pretty damn good!

Win a Copy of E I E I O!

If you're into horror, you could win a copy of my latest horror book, EIEIO (Linda Mooney writing as). Simply read the blurb here, then send me the name of the poor soul who went to work for farmer MacDonald. Email it to me here. Put EIEIO in the subject header.

Good luck!

Check Out Ash's Deviant Art

For those of you who loved Ash's work on my covers for EENIE MEENIE and EIEIO, check out her other works at Deviant Art!

http://www.asharceneaux.deviantart.com/

(P.S.  She also did the covers for my romance novels CASTLE'S KEEP, SAND CASTLE, and 36 EXPOSURES at Red Rose Publishing. Check them out!)

http://redrosepublishing.com/bookstore/index.php?manufacturers_id=144

Happy Valentine's Day!

Give your sweetie something she'll remember for the rest of eternity!

And don't forget the flowers!

New! E I E I O

E I E I O
A horrific short story
by Gail Smith
(Linda Mooney w/a)
From Red Rose Publishing

Old MacDonald had a farm,
E I E I O
And on this farm he had some pigs,
E I E I O
With a hack hack here, and a chop chop there,
Here a shriek, there a scream,
Everywhere the blood streams...
Old MacDonald had a farm,
E I E I O

In rural Georgia in 1931, a man was lucky to get any kind of work. Which was why Cletus Pink felt he'd been blessed when an old farmer named MacDonald offered him a job. But what was making the horrific sounds coming from the main house? Worse, why was there always fresh blood oozing out from underneath the kitchen's back door?

* * *
Cletus half-ran to the pen behind the barn after accepting the loop from the farmer’s outstretched hand. The sows they’d caught a couple of days before were still asleep, so his job was not as difficult as he’d first thought it would be. He chose the pig nearest the fence, easily slipping the hemp under its snout and trailing it down until it was around the neck. That done, he quickly fashioned a slipknot to prevent the animal from wiggling out of it.

However, getting the reluctant sow up to the farmhouse was a bit more of a task. It took Cletus a full half hour to drag the reluctant animal up the slope to the back of the farmhouse, then tie the rope securely to the clothesline pole.

His forehead dripped from exertion. His mouth felt parched, his throat burned. He had not had the chance for a quick breakfast, and this headache was getting worse. Back at the barn MacDonald had disappeared back into the structure. The pump was between him and the barn—it shouldn’t be a problem to grab a quick handful of water before heading back downhill.

Cletus side-stepped the sow that was now rooting around the crawlspace underneath the farm house. He walked past the back step, casually glancing at the piled boots he knew were always there. A small detail flashed to him, a detail he could easily have forgotten if the seed of it hadn’t already been planted. Cletus paused, took a step back, and took another good look. Then another.

Yep. No doubt about it. That was dried blood on the back steps—blood that had seeped out of the kitchen floor in thin rivulets and dried in streaks down the hewn stone steps.

Morbid curiosity made Cletus run a finger over the dried blood. It was tacky, not yet at the flaking point. He stared at the smudge on his finger for a second until disgust washed over him and he furiously wiped it on the dry grass.

Getting back to his feet, he started to head for the pump again when he glanced back at the boots lying haphazardly by the steps. In the morning light there was no denying that one pair, one boot lying on its side and the other propped at a slant on top of another set, bore the unmistakable wetness of undried blood. It was embedded in the ridged soles of the footwear, oozing slowly, very, very slowly, along the patterned bottoms as though traversing a maze.

Cletus glanced down at the barn to see if MacDonald had emerged yet. Seeing the coast was clear, he reached over to the boots and again wiped the same finger along the heel. To his utter amazement, the stuff not only was fresh, but warm.

Awww

From Jill Thompson's Scary Godmother: My Bloody Valentine.

On the Other Hand, If You're Fed Up With Cupid's Antics...

You can always get your revenge the old-fashioned way.
Oh, and the stomach opens up to be a change purse.
Neat, huh?

Does Your Significant Other Like Chocolate?

Then give her a chocolate heart.  An anatomically correct one!  It even comes in dark chocolate!

Link is here.

Nothing Says BE MY VALENTINE Like...

Gummy Valentine Eyes!