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Friday, May 23, 2014

Twisters! A bunch of twisters!

I've seen a lot of movies, especially scary ones. Some thrill throughout; others don't thrill until the very end, when you thought the worst was over! I compiled a list of horror/suspense films with the best plot twists I have ever seen. In no particular order. Warning: possible "suggestive" spoilers. I don't really come out and say what the twists are. I do, however, hint at them a little. Particularly Jacob's Ladder.

What can I say? How about one  word: WOW! If you want to see a very suspenseful film with an ending that not only rivals The Sixth Sense, but may be better, look no further! I guarantee that you will not see this twist coming.

(Mike Church is a Los Angeles private detective who specializes in finding missing persons. He takes on the case of a mystery woman who he calls Grace. She is suffering from amnesia and has no memories of her own. She keeps having nightmares involving the murder of a pianist, Margaret, by her husband Roman Strauss in the late 1940s. In an attempt to solve the mystery about these nightmares, Church seeks the help of Madson who is an antiques dealer with the gift of hypnosis. The hypnosis sessions will soon begin to reveal some surprises.)

Another WOWSER! Although I'm pretty sure most of us know the twist in this one, unless you've been living under a rock all your life.
(Malcom Crowe is a child psychologist who receives an award on the same night that he is visited by a very unhappy ex-patient. After this encounter, Crowe takes on the task of curing a young boy with the same ills as the ex-patient. This boy "sees dead people". Crowe spends a lot of time with the boy (Cole) much to the dismay of his wife. Cole's mom is at her wit's end with what to do about her son's increasing problems. Crowe is the boy's only hope. )
I saw this gem in the theater back in 1990 when I was ten or eleven. It's one of my top ten favorite movies, as well. It has a twist eerily similar to the Sixth Sense, but was made nine years before.
(Mourning his dead child, a haunted Vietnam vet attempts to discover his past while suffering from a severe case of disassociation. To do so, he must decipher reality and life from his own dreams, delusion, and perception of death.)
 I saw this one in the theater when it came out, too. I gotta tell you, I DIDN'T SEE THE TWIST COMING! It hit me like a ton of bricks and gave me goosebumps. Perfect conclusion. Beware some people, because who's sure they're really people? See it!

(A man confesses to an FBI agent his family's story of how his religious fanatic father's visions lead to a series of murders to destroy supposed "demons.")

I'd seen the trailers for this film on TV, but dismissed the movie entirely. I gotta be honest, it didn't look like anything interesting or new to me. Boy, was I wrong! The twist is very original and very shocking. Also an edge-of-your-seat thriller.

(A husband and wife who recently lost their baby adopt a 9-year-old girl who is not nearly as innocent as she claims to be.)

The twist at the end of this one is just chilling. In fact, a lot of things about this movie and that happen in it are very chilling. If you want smacked across the face while having a scare, check out The Others.

(A woman who lives in a darkened old house with her two photosensitive children becomes convinced that her family home is haunted.)

The granddaddy of, not only suspense/horror films, but the first great twist in cinema history.  Thank you Blotch and  Hitchcock!


Sunday, September 2, 2012

An interview with Author Eric Johnston

1.Tell us a little about yourself.

I live with my 8-month-old daughter, my fiancée, and her two daughters, who are 11 and 7. I received a BA in History and English from University of Michigan-Flint, and subsequently received a certification in secondary education from there as well. I have been writing my whole life, but I seriously began tackling this passion in the fall of 2009 when I began the novel Harvester: Ascension with my friend, Andrew Utley. Upon completion of that work, I wrote An Inner Darkness, a novel started my Series of Darkness books.

2.Tell us a little about your book.

The book I have coming out September 15, 2012, is called A Light in the Dark, and is the second book in my Series of Darkness. It is the direct sequel to An Inner Darkness. I used the term “direct sequel” because this series will not necessarily go in a strict chronological order. Meaning, there will be books later on in this series that can be read before these beginning volumes. For example, I am nearly complete with a novel called City of Darkness that is the third book in the series but can be read before the first two with no problem. A Light in the Dark takes place 18 years after the events in An Inner Darkness. The twins from the previous book are now adults. Julian, the one who was raised in Noremway Parish, knows there is something mysterious about his life that no one is telling him, that no one is willing to talk about. Not only that, but he discovers that almost everything he was raised believing was a lie. This novel is really about someone who isn’t sure about his place in the world, who he is, or who he can trust. It is this journey of self-discovery that makes this novel worth checking out. All of us have, at one time or another, felt like Julian.

3.What writer has inspired you the most through your career?

More than any other writer, Stephen King has influenced my work. His Dark Tower series is really the inspiration for my fantasy-based writing. For those of you who aren’t familiar, Stephen King’s work is all really one big story all connected together with The Dark Tower series right at the center, holding them all together. It is King’s use of a reoccurring villain—Randall Flagg, who is the villain in The Stand, The Eyes of the Dragon, and The Dark Tower series (SPOILER: Walter O’Dim (i.e. The Man in Black) and Marten Broadcloak—who that is really the inspiration behind my character Falcon, the villain of An Inner Darkness. His status as villain in A Light in the Dark is somewhat debatable however, but he will be back in full power for City of Darkness. I will not ruin anything for anyone, but I can tell you, those who have read An Inner Darkness know that Falcon may not be in the best possible position as A Light in the Dark begins, and he embarks on a journey of his own, exploring his feelings of inadequacy and experiencing for the first time what it feels like to love.

4.What’s your advice for beginning writers?

Many people give up just when it gets hard or because someone puts them down. Just keep at it. Rejection is part of the game, so don’t get discouraged. You may end up writing something you think will win you the Pulitzer, but it will get rejected and rejected and rejected. It may be that your Pulitzer-prize-winner really is junk, or it could just mean that your novel didn’t make the cut, whether in luck, quality, or what have you. Yes, luck does play a factor in getting published and selling well. Think of rejection this way. Stephen King got numerous rejections; so did J.K. Rowling, and many other successful writers. The Beatles also got rejected for record contracts, believe it or not. Although The Beatles aren’t novelists, the idea is the same. You can have the potential to be the greatest thing the world has ever seen, but you may still face rejection. Art is subjective, and those who make those decisions aren’t clued in to some divine sense of what’s good and what isn’t. They are just regular, fallible human beings who make mistakes. So don’t give up. Keep cracking at it, and don’t let a form rejection, that implies by its coldness that your manuscript was never even read, bring you down.

5.What’s your all-time favorite novel and why?

The Dark Tower IV: Wizard and Glass. It came out in the fall of 1997, just when I was starting high school and really embarking on a journey of self-discovery. I started listening to music that wasn’t necessarily what my parents listened to, and reading more challenging books, including novels, history, and heavy-handed science. We had just moved into an old farmhouse that was spacious enough for me to have a place to be alone. I come from a large family, and it was the first time I’d ever had my own room. I have many pleasant memories of cranking up Metallica and reading Wizard and Glass, while going on this journey of self-discovery. In the novel, Roland Deschain details his own journey of self-discovery as a fourteen-year-old boy. I wholly identified with that. It was the perfect book for me at that time, and it will be with me always.

6.Where do you see yourself and your writing career in the next few years?

I am trying something different now than I have ever done before. I am trying my hand at some middle-grade fiction, and finding that I really enjoy it, even more so than the adult-oriented novels that I have been writing. One of my favorite type of stories as a kid was that of the haunted house. I am trying my hand at my own version of that type of story. Depending on how this book does, I may primarily focus on this audience in the future.

7.Care to share any quotes?

Thoughts on writing? Yours or otherwise. Stephen King said something to the effect that if you don’t have
time to read, you have neither the time nor the tools to write.

8.How about you share a few passages from your new/upcoming book…

The Prologue to A Light in the Dark

It had been eighteen years since Tomias Waterman and his wife, Lynn, were killed by wolves in the field outside the Mayor’s Residence, a large, antiquated “Gothic Revival.” Those were days long gone, and the current mayor, Franz Phoenix, did what he could to ensure that nobody missed the former leader and his wife.

As part of a nightly ritual, a game of Texas Hold ‘em was underway. After the river card was dealt—the last card in the hand—Franz flipped his pocket cards to reveal. “Royal flush,” he said. He swept the large pile of chips toward him. There were five others playing the hand in the Mayor’s Residence, including Chancellor Joe Carne, Sheriff Brian Forbes, and the future friar, Julian Morgan.

Julian flipped his cards. “Quad aces,” he cried with a mixture of joy and frustration. The rest of the table laughed. “The only time I’ve ever gotten four-of-a-kind aces, the mayor has to get a royal flush!” He was indeed frustrated, but he quickly joined his companions in laughing about the bad run of good luck.

“I think I’m going to go,” Julian said, standing up. The rest of the group was still laughing and didn’t notice him standing, nor did they hear him, so he just walked away and headed to the door. He was nervous about tomorrow, when he would officially become Noremway Parish’s newest friar. It was something his mother, Rita Morgan, had encouraged him to do all his life. “Good men must come and lead. You are a good man, Julian,” she had said.

His long, red hair flowed over his shoulders almost like a woman’s, but he didn’t mind the comparison, or the jokes. He was secure in who he was, but the one thing that did bother him was that he was, and had been, on a road to becoming the friar and supreme religious leader of all of Noremway Parish, but didn’t know a damn thing about the religion they practiced. He received lessons in the holy word from his mother, but where did she get her information? Some of the things she taught him couldn’t possibly be more than sheer fantasy.

“Hey, Morgan, where you going?” Franz called. “The night’s only just begun.”

“Nah, I should get home. Hit the sack, you know? Big day tomorrow.” He continued to the door.

“Friar Julian Morgan. Brother Julian. I kind of like that, don’t you guys?” Brian Forbes said, holding up a glass of beer—an apple concoction sometimes referred to as “Morgan’s Delight.” The others around the table raised their glasses too and let out a loud shout. Despite the good cheer, Julian detected a hint of mockery in Brian’s voice, as was to be expected, he supposed. Brian’s girlfriend, Nora Plague, was absolutely in love with Julian, but since he was to be friar they couldn’t be together. No man liked being the backup plan. No man liked his girl loving someone else, either.

Despite the accolades—fake or not—he wasn’t happy about becoming the next friar. Preaching a gospel he’d never read first-hand seemed to him a precarious circumstance, but not one that anyone else in Noremway Parish seemed at all concerned about. Why was this? The Book of Ragas, he had been told, was not to be read. “It is too sacred,” Rita Morgan had told him. How would they know if they had never read it themselves?

Franz Phoenix stepped around the table and blocked his way out the front door. “You aren’t leaving. There’s still more to do before tomorrow. You’ve more training.” The other men around the table laughed and cheered in their drunkenness. Julian was uncomfortable, but he sat back down and played another hand, all the while sipping on the sweet beer that he only drank because water wasn’t available. The drought was five years old and counting. It appeared the harvest rains had finally left this region of the Earth for good.

What did that say about the future of Noremway Parish? Indeed, what did that say about its past? As of tomorrow, he would be the friar, keeper and preacher of all things religious and historical (with the exception of the parochial vicar, who shared some of these responsibilities) within the parish.

“All right, Franz, I’m in for another couple of hands.” Applause went up around the table. “But only a couple more. I seriously need to get some rest.”

“Lighten up, Julian,” Franz said. “You’re starting to sound like your mother.” Julian smiled in spite of himself. He knew Rita Morgan was hard to swallow sometimes. She didn’t hold an official position in the parish, but she did operate the only orchard, something that she never failed to remind her fellow parishioners despite the fact that the orchard tapped into the already heavily taxed water supply.

“You calling or folding, Jules,” Joe Carne said. He hadn’t noticed cards had been dealt.

Julian looked at the two cards in front of him: a seven of hearts and a two of clubs. “Folding.” He tossed his cards in, not really caring about the game. “You know, I think I’ll just stretch my legs. You mind if I take a look around? There’s a lot of history in this house.”

“Be my guest,” Franz said. “There is most definitely a lot of history here, but don’t go just anywhere you like. If a door is closed, it’s probably closed for a reason. Got it?”

“Of course, what do you think I am?” He walked away from the table. The cigar smoke hung heavily in the air. He just needed to get away…he needed to breathe.

“Just don’t take too long, because you’re not done here tonight.”

Sure he wasn’t. Since he’d turned eighteen a few weeks before, all Franz Phoenix wanted to do was hang out with him. It was getting a bit infuriating because he was preparing to be an adult with real responsibilities, and he ended up spending many of his nights drinking, smoking, and playing poker. It was not something he enjoyed, and it wasn’t his idea of being a responsible adult.

The house was large, the largest within Noremway Parish. As he wandered away from the card table, he immediately saw that most of the doors (in the immediate vicinity anyway) were closed. There was nowhere he could go in this historical exploration. That was the story of his life. He could never learn on his own, find anything out for himself. He’d had to rely on others for all the information he had ever learned. Was this a good thing? Likely not. As he grew up, he matured and didn’t want to have to rely on everyone else for his learning. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the knowledge his elders could share, but they all seemed to be telling the same story, a story that he wasn’t sure he believed.

He’d learned that Noremway Parish was founded by Ragas Moliere, a man of great power, a man they all should worship. Life in the parish was peaceful until Friar Decon Mangler, Brother Decon, forged an alliance with the evil that saturated the world, bringing about death and destruction over much of the parish.

It all happened on a night nearly eighteen years before. Decon Mangler raped and murdered the parochial vicar, Teret Finley, and then murdered the chancellor, Ghora Urey, while taking others with him including, but not limited to, Ortega Gool and Rita’s own husband, James. Decon Mangler had been publicly executed by hanging, and as he swung on the noose, his neck broken, he shouted to all who were watching, “The Darkness comes! You cannot escape!” before expiring.

The story, although something he had believed his whole life, seemed to make no sense to him at all. He didn’t even have a clear understanding about what “the Darkness” was. It was something often talked about but never explained. When he pressed his mother about it one day, she seemed to tighten up, a frightened look of guilt washing over her, and then told him they would talk about it when he was older, that he was too young to understand. Even now that he was eighteen years old and to be sworn in as the Friar of Noremway Parish, she still treated him as if he was nothing more than a child incapable of understanding the world’s harsher realities.

These thoughts were always on his mind, especially now as he observed every closed door in front of him. Doors were closed to him both metaphorically and literally.

He walked through the foyer and stood in front of a door that he believe probably led to a parlor. It was closed just like all the others. What was behind this door? He tried to imagine it. His imagination had kept him company throughout his life.

The doorknob turned and unlatched quietly, but the low creak of the hinges was clearly audible. The door mysteriously began to creak open ever so slowly. He stood there, knowing that the door couldn’t possibly have been opening of its own accord. The deeply engraved oak door swung away from him to reveal darkness. Musty, stale air rushed out. It smelled as though fresh air had not entered this room in ages.

“You have finally found me,” said a voice in the dark. The door continued to swing open, revealing a figure draped in a grey cloth. She was female, but her features were indiscernible.

Fear struck at his heart, and he tried to cry out but couldn’t find his voice. She raised a scarred hand to her lips in a gesture of silence and shook her head. “Find the book. Find the answers.” Then the phantom woman was gone.

When he saw the apparition, the initial fear dissipated as a feeling of warmth swept over him. This was someone he knew, someone he loved, even though it was no one he knew and no one he loved. The feeling was eerie, odd. She was so familiar he must have known her.

Either way, she was gone now, a circumstance that was at once bizarre and comforting. He stood outside the room for several moments, perhaps longer, before entering.

He walked into the parlor and saw several bookshelves and an old piano beyond where the apparition had been. The room was dark, with no lanterns lit inside. He seized one from a large hook on the wall, lit it, and examined the books on the middle shelf. Newly made books and paper were very rare in the parish these days, so it was clear on the outset that these books were old. Paper used to be made from the yellow grass that had also been a staple crop, but those days were long gone.

He knew the house was old, but this had to be a collection stretching back to its construction. It was a miracle that some of the older ones still looked intact. A particular one caught his eye; a red leather-bound tome, The Life and Moral Teachings of Ragas Moliere of Noremway Parish.

“The Book of Ragas,” he said in awe. He’d been told no copies of this book still existed, that the only teachings of the great Ragas Moliere came down through oral histories; that all copies of the book had been destroyed by the enemies of the parish, those enigmatic beings that wandered the vast expanse of desert outside the parish wall. The Caravan-Folk…the Ujimati.

He removed the book from the shelf and leafed through it. The book was certainly old, but the condition was perfect, as was expected, he supposed, in air as dry as this. There was no water vapor to corrode the paper.

A small piece of paper fell out of the book as he opened it. He picked it up and read the contents.

We have our own story to tell.
 —The Chaos of the Outer Dark

What is this about? he thought. The Chaos? The Outer Dark? These were phrases that had been thrown around his whole life as something that he never had to fear. Ragas had vanquished these devils about 2,000 years ago, but there would always be signs of their presence, “because of that Decon Mangler,” his mother had always told him. “He tried to bring the Darkness back, but we stopped him. It’s sad that my precious daughter, your sister Abigail, lost her life as a result of his devilry.”

But there was more. He could see a faint line scratched over that message, and a new one written below it.

The story will be revised.

What did this mean?

He didn’t think about it for long before he saw there was writing on the back of the paper and flipped it over:

Julian, my son,

Please do not despair. Do not listen to anything anyone tells you. They all lie. The knowledge you seek is in the book. A revision is underway, and some things may not make sense to you now, but I assure you, in time they will. Do not give in to the darkness around you. Look within and find salvation. Do not trust Franz Phoenix. —Teret Finley, Parochial Vicar, your mother

Teret Finley? Parochial Vicar? Mother? One of the victims of Decon Mangler’s wrath?

“My son?” he said under his breath. Am I her son? “Teret Finley was my mother?” He was confused and scared, needing to take this back home, to think this over.

Slipping The Book of Ragas into his cloak, he left the room and saw Franz Phoenix still playing Texas Hold ‘em with the other guests. “Mayor Phoenix, I think I’ll be heading out. I really don’t feel well,” Julian said. He didn’t have to feign illness. He truly felt sick to his stomach.

“No,” Phoenix said. “I insist you join us for another hand.” So he did. One hand turned into three, which turned into nine, and so on until the sun thrust its first light into the morning sky.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Book Promotion: Booklets (Chapbooks)

I'm a writer. But writing is so goshdarn easy in comparison to selling books. Unless you have something in universal demand--something everyone needs right now for whatever reason--it's going to be a challenge. Nonfiction books may be easier to sell. I don't know. I don't write nonfiction. Making stuff up is where I excel at.

So, what are booklets? They're a small version of your novel you give away for free. Yes, for free. Why? So you can pique someone's interest so that they will buy your book. They're not your whole book, of course. Maybe a chapter, maybe just a few pages--but they must be some of the most exciting parts of your story. It shouldn't take a lot of ink, and just a few pages, max. It works as an appetizer. If you can grab your reader with some bait, you may have a sale!

It's not difficult to do. I don't use Word, I use Open Office. First, you'll need to make the text larger. I set mine from 12 to 20. Then I go to file, printer settings, properties, and look for "booklet printing" under page setup. Then print. That's all there is to it. Instead of your text going down the page longways, it will be in columns sideways. The first page will print on the right-hand side, and the second will print on the back of that same page. All additional pages will be front and back, two columns on each side (four altogether). You arrange these pages in such a way that they'll open like a real book (a miniature one). Then, get a cardstock cover, print the title on it, and there you go. Lastly, staple together! Done!

Don't forget to put your book title and name somewhere on or in your booklet! And DON'T forget to put the buy link or your website address in there! Now, whenever you go somewhere where you meet people who you think might be interested in reading in your genre, hand them a booklet. Even if they decide not to buy, maybe you'll meet a new friend... maybe you'll even meet a new fan :)

Sunday, June 10, 2012 After Bobby Gradison blows a hole in an old oak tree with an illegal firecracker, he discovers an ancient treasure chest that contains more than mere treasure; it is a portal to another world, to a future infested with demonic beings hell-bent on dominating Earth. Bobby, along with his brother, his cousin, and a couple of friends, become trapped in this other world with nothing but their wits and Bobby's explosives to survive. Can Bobby save humanity from this evil threat? **** This is a non-stop thrill ride about a 'demon' apocalypse instead of a 'zombie' apocalypse. Whereas zombies are slow and weak, demons are fast and strong. They both love meat, the demons just have much sharper teeth! LINK:

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Harvester Ascension by Eric Johnston and Andrew Utley

Available April 15, 2012

The media dubbed it “The Meteor.” As an object roughly the size of the moon is discovered hurtling toward Earth, hysteria brews and doomsday prophets call forth their sermons of death and destruction, but is this “meteor” what it seems?

Charles Wallace, a sociology professor at University of Michigan, is crippled with debilitating headaches that his doctor is at a loss to explain as dreams torment his sleep with images of an alien landscape littered with monuments to a god known as The Harvester. Are these dreams the source of his headaches?

Nightmares plague people across America, and they all say the same thing: there is an incoming extraterrestrial threat. But one person's dreams are even more dreadful: Charles’s friend, Sebastian Irvine. “The Harvester exists in Charles’s mind,” an mysterious voice whispers to him in the dark. “You must kill your friend.”

As nightmares and paranoia threaten to tear America apart, Lou Bryan, host of America’s highest rated cable news show, takes advantage of the hysteria. The frightened look to him for wisdom and guidance, a responsibility he takes too light-heartedly as he convinces the American people to riot in every major city, making the planet ripe for invasion.

An unlikely group of heroes come forth to defend the planet from imminent invasion. Can they overcome the things that separate them to fight for the common cause of humanity?

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

M.R. Gott! and Where the Dead Fear to Tread!

Where The Dead Fear To Tread

“The world of William Chandler starts out dark and grim and M.R. Gott is not afraid to make it darker and grimmer with every page.”
Dana Fredsti author of Plague Town

“…a combination old time detective pulp story, a revenge story and a good old fashioned horror story.”
Famous Monsters of Film Land

“Where the Dead Fear to Tread is an immensely enjoyable read; jam-packed with great action sequences and wonderfully horrific monsters that will chill you to the bone.”
Dark Rivers Press

“Four and a Half Stars…with enough of a horror element to keep you cringing and maybe looking around for a set of eyes watching your every move.”
Double Shot Reviews

“The book starts out fast and violent, and ratchets up the intensity and carnage from there.”
Literary Mayhem

A police officer and a serial killer search separately for a missing child while running a malevolent labyrinth populated by creatures they never knew existed.

Former prosecutor William Chandler, disgusted with his past inaction, spills the blood of those who victimize children to correct the ills he sees in the world. A self-admitted serial killer and uncomfortable with his actions, Chandler attends the funerals of those whose lives he has taken in an effort to retain a true understanding of the nature of violence.

The carnage left in his wake is investigated by Detective Kate Broadband, who becomes progressively more comfortable with the corpses left by Chandler. Envying the power she sees in him, she pursues Chandler as each search for Maria Verde, a missing eight-year-old girl.

As Chandler and Broadband draw closer to discovering what happened to Maria they are forced to confront The Devourer, an unnatural being trafficking in stolen children.

Where the Dead Fear to Tread is a tale of hard-boiled macabre, bridging numerous genres to reveal a story of horror, crime and revenge.

Available from the Untreed Reads Store and most major e-book retailers for $4.99

Author Bio
M.R. Gott is the author of the novel Where the Dead fear to Tread and the forthcoming sequel Where the Damned Seek Closure. You can visit M.R. at his website Cutis Anserina at Aside from contacting M.R. you will find his book and film reviews, as well as a collection of author interviews from established genre masters and up and comers. M.R. lives contentedly in central New Hampshire with his wife, and their three pets. Aside from writing M.R. enjoys dark coffee, dark beer and fading light

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

What is the scariest experience you've ever had in your life? (It can be anything)

I don't know what I'd consider as the most frightening experience of my life. Having severe panic attacks is definitely high on the list; so is flying in airplanes. So were some of the dreams of Hell I had when I was more into religion as a teen. I don't think I have a specific experience that made me almost crap myself and die of fright. But I will say that fear plays a great factor in the way I live and in the way I think and feel. It is also why I love to write the things I write.

So, what I want to know is what in your life terrified the pants off YOU....