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Some movies or shows to start you off

Dear Diary, I Died (Vudu)

Battle for LA

“Hide and Secrets” from Mega Man: Fully Charged (Cartoon Network)

What’s Memorial Day without a nice trilogy:

Top 10 Scary SCP’s That Could End The World by MostAmazingTop10

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

And for the Fortnite fans…some Fortbyte locations from FanBoyPotion

#6

#7

#8

#16

#17

More Fortbyte location videos can be found on his YouTube channel

Finally, a nice spooky tale from H.P. Lovecraft narrated by Madame Raven

The Doom that Came to Sarnath and Free Give Away!

Happy Memorial Day!

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The following are my opinion and do not reflect the opinion of any organization or person.

Movies/Film

“Shadow of Evil” from Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Justice League vs The Fatal Five

Second Act

Blog Posts

Op Shopping and Café Hopping in Labrador | Four Nomadics by Michelle

I changed to all cruelty-free products. by What’s In My Wonderland?

Zuru Egg Hunt: Smashers Series 3 by Hemingway Sisters

Books/Stories

Two Terrifying Tales from MythologyLovesHorror! by Madame Raven

“Tehran’s Old Ghosts” from Tehran’s Old Ghosts by EdCowling

Six Figure Author: Mentors by Mark Brandon Powell

Podcasts/News

BPFS006: Don’t Kill For Me, Absalom’s Fate by The Best Page Forward Show

#16: When Sales Tank by Relentless Authors Advertise

Ryan Parrott on Scripting for Comics by Dreamer Comics Highlights

Comics

Ghost Of Loki Past | Thor #12 (War Of Realms Tie In) by Caped-Joel

Leviathan Rising Part 4 | Action Comics #1010 Review by Fortress of Solitude

The Frame Up | Heroes In Crisis #8 by Caped-Joel

Everything Else

How Captain Marvel Should Have Ended by How It Should Have Ended

Public Speaking by TimTom

What To Do With Zero Dollars by It’s Alex Clark


Do you have any recommendations for movies, blogs, books, podcasts, comics, or randomness? Tell me in the comments.

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Recommended: Post 11

Girls of a Feather by infIorescent (Open Novella Contest ongoing): Ignoring her mother’s warnings about the fairytale witch, Antsje Pluk, Annemie journeys into the forest at night. She is soon discovered by the witch and taken. Now it is up to her sister, Aleta, to rescue her.

Running in Ruin by WinterMidnight44 (Open Novella Contest ongoing): Orinthea, the dethroned Corvus queen, now works as a detective. Her newest case, the murder of a royal from another court, could spell trouble for Orinthea as she digs deeper.

Staying in Sanity by flintdiao (Open Novella Contest ongoing): Kathleen keeps drawing the Tarot card The Ten of Swords. She knows what it normally means, but feels this time it means something more. Soon, she meets a strange man that seems very interested in her.

Damsel Not in Distress

I was running for my life.

 I’d been working on a case with the police. A serial killer was on the loose.

 I was getting close. Too close. One final message to police. Sally was in danger.

 When I could I would teleport. It must have looked weird to see someone running down the streets poofing in and out. But I didn’t care, I had to get to Sally’s.

***

 Sally sat down to have some popcorn. She’d just gotten it the way she liked and had a movie ready to stream. She plopped on the couch and took a sip of her soda. She was about to start the movie when the phone rang. She sighed and tapped her Omni-Cuff. “Hello,” she said, but all she got in response was heavy breathing. “Not funny, Danny.” She hung up.

 She turned back to the holographic projection, the title screen still selected. She was about to give the command to start the movie, but the phone rang again. Once again she answered and could only hear the heavy breathing. “I swear if you’re playing a prank…”

 “Having a nice night, Miss Pine?” said a voice that could freeze water. He then began breathing heavily again.

 “Who is this?”

 “You’re…protector is ruining my fun. I had such fun before the police brought him aboard. Superheroes have a way of ruining everyone’s fun. Now, I’m going to have fun with you.”

 Sally hung up. “Omni-Cuff, trace that call.”

 “Tracing,” said the AI voice. “Call came from inside your home.”

 Sally jumped from the couch and went on alert. She rushed for the drawer that held her weapon. It was gone. The phone rang again but this time it was broadcasted throughout the house. “Ah, ah, ah,” said the voice. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find it?” The line then went dead.

 Then the lights.

 When they came back on the serial killer stood a few feet away from Sally. He wore a poncho and hood. He looked like some kind of twisted modern version of the Grim Reaper. She reached for the dog whistle comm-link to contact me. He waved a disapproving finger at her. “We can’t have any of that. I’ve jammed all signals.”

 The man approached her, slowly. He wanted her to feel every moment of panic and helplessness. He had her turn around so that he could smell her hair. He took a long whiff. “Ahhh…” 

 This is when Sally head-butted him. The blow dazed him. She elbowed him and then took out his legs. He fell, hitting his head. Sally put her foot on his chest. “Guys like you have been coming after me ever since I met Dogboy. Did you really think I was helpless?”

 “Kind of,” he wheezed.

 Sally pushed harder with her foot. “Men.”

 I then came through the door. “Sally!” I stopped. “Never mind.”

 “I told you I could take care of myself.” She pushed down again with her foot causing the killer to cry out again.

 “Apparently,” I said.

The End

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Haunted House

Hungry, cold,
Seeking shelter
We entered here.
No harm meant,
Just food and warmth.
Abandoned home.
Dust, layers upon layers.
How were we to know?
Someone watching, lurking.
Red eyes always following.
Cobwebs in the face,
A creepy feeling in this place.
Bats and rats and roaches the size of candy bars.
Aleya shivered.
Ryack gagged at the rotting food left out.
Finally, a fireplace.
Under its warm, heavenly glow,
We dined on food through running low.
We laughed and joked not knowing, not knowing
Something moved behind these walls.
A creature of fright,
Of eternal night,
Hands made of ectoplasm.
Hungry for souls, it waited.
I wished to rest.
Aleya wanted to read.
Ryack left for parts his own,
Pretending stoicism.
One by one we fell to the traps
Placed by our spectral host.
Now we wait,
In dungeon cold,
As the phantom cook
Prepares his meal of old.

The phantasm stopped and stared at me for a moment as I finished my poem. Aleya and Ryack had big smiles across their faces.

The phantom floated over to us. “What was that?” he asked in an echoing voice. “Why do you smile?”

“Because our wizard friend,” Aleya nodded towards me, “just finished his spell.”

Suddenly the room seemed to darken. The shadows began to stretch and drip. They began to form into unknown creatures of a mist-like substance.

“No!” the phantom screamed as the shadows took hold of him. “NO!” he continued to scream as the shadows pulled him into the wall.

The room then brightened and the sudden silence was unsettling. With the spook gone, the dungeon cell opened.

“Let’s go before anyone else shows up,” Aleya said.

“Good plan,” I said.

The End

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The Deep Lonely Woods Pt 3

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The woman and man struggled. She was surprisingly fit. Finally, it looked as if she was outclassed. She scooped up the girl and ran. The axe man followed soon after.

I opened my eyes. The scents were fresher, so I quickened my pace. I ran deeper and deeper into the woods; trying to avoid roots, branches, and anything else that might slow me down. The little girl’s scent got stronger with each passing step. I was getting closer.

I then slowed. The girl was here. As was the axe murderer. I scanned the area looking for any kind of clue. All I could see were trees and darkness. I then heard a scrapping noise: metal being dragged across a dirt ground. The sound began to circle me. I could smell sweat and the fear fo the girl and babysitter. I then could hear a heartbeat. I ducked and rolled just as the axe flew by and hit a tree.

“Get off my land!” a voice said. It sounded suspiciously like Old Man Williams though that might have just been my imagination. “Every year you punks tramp through my home! No more!” The axe hit another tree as I dove clear. He raised his axe once more. “Is it that hard to throw things in a trash can!”

He swung, but this time I caught the axe’s handle. We struggled over it. I finally managed to head butt him. He stumbled back. I blew a blast of nasty dog breath his way. He coughed and choked.

“Run!” I said to the babysitter and girl.

The babysitter grabbed the girl by the hand and ran with her. I followed. We weren’t far before I heard the yell of the axe murderer followed by him slashing at everything in his path.

He was getting closer.

“Go!” I summoned in another Frizz disc for them to follow. “I’ll hold him off!”

The two vanished into the woods. I stood with my back to the attacker. He slowed when he saw me standing there. Not yet, I thought. I could feel him sneaking up on me. I thought back to those times with Old Man Williams, and that last night.

He was coming up behind me. I knew the rumors. They said he chopped up kids and fed them to his beast hound. They said he dabbled in the Dark Arts. They said he killed his wife and children.

Not yet, I would think. Danny remembers it as a fun and harmless prank, but what it was…was a challenge. The bullies just wanted yet another thing to tease me about. They knew they could out last pathetic Joe Rover. I had to show them I was the Alpha.

Every year, even though I won, I chickened out and was mocked for it. Not this year.

The man with the axe crept closer and closer just as Old Man Williams did. Each footfall as loud as a jet engine. My heart pounding because I feared I’d be the hound’s next meal or victim to whatever terror Old Man Williams could cook up.

I felt the shift in the air as he raised his axe. Not yet.

Old Man Williams was right on top of me. I could feel his rotting breath on my neck. I’d be a goner if I didn’t move, but I had to prove myself to the bullies…and to myself.

I then smelled something coming from Old Man Williams I didn’t expect. Not anger or evil…but sadness and loneliness…and a hint of pumpkin cookies. I slowly turned to face him.

“You aren’t running?” he asked.

“No.”

“Everyone runs.” He looked down at the ground. “I know the stories kids tell. But I’m not some vampire.”

“I know,” I said.

The axe man breathed heavily as he prepared to swing. I let out a breath. It was now or never. In one quick move, I turned and slashed the axe with my claws. The blade fell harmlessly to the ground. The man was in shock for a moment.

“Let’s go,” I said holding out my hand. Like with Old Man Williams, my fear had conjured the rotting smell, but I finally understood. He had the same smell of sadness and loneliness Williams had.

“I just wanted kids to stop messing up my home,” he said.

“I know.”

***

It wasn’t long and the police had the babysitter and the axe man in custody. The parents of the 8-year-old as well as the parents of the lost teenager arrived and embraced their respective children.

I gave Sally a quick wave as she and her cameraman sat up to report the story.

“Now what are you going to do?” Brain asked.

“I think I’ll visit an old friend and have some pumpkin cookies.”

The End

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The Deep Lonely Woods Pt 2

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“Help me,” a voice said.

The sudden sound made me jump. I saw a blurry object move. My human half was able to process the shape and size of the object as human. My sense of smell told me it was the same person who left the candy wrappers.

I put my sunglasses back on and approached.

“Dogboy, thank heavens,” he said. He was wounded.

“What happened?” I knelt down and put my paw-like hands a few inches over his wound. Golden liquid energy flowed into him as he told me what happened.

He and some classmates came here to do the traditional Halloween dare. These classmates had invited him, but it turned out to be a setup. Once he got some distance away, they ditched him. He got lost trying to find his way back.

“I then saw him.” The teen groaned softly as his wound began to close. “Some freak with an axe. At first, I thought it was the guys playing a prank on me; you know, something like out of those old stories kids would tell each other.”

“Urban legends.”

“Yeah, those.” He groaned again. “But I knew that wasn’t it when he swung that axe at me. I ran. I thought I’d gotten away; he just came out of nowhere. He left me for dead when he heard some kind of noise.”

The 3D fabricator in my belt printed out a flat throwing disc. I activated the drone and it took to the air. “Follow the Frizz disc,” I said. “It’ll take you back to the clearing. The police should be arriving soon.” He voiced his thanks and followed the flying disc into the dense woods. I tapped my sunglasses. “Did you get that?”

“Very odd,” said Brain. “The Amber Alert said that the girl’s female baby sitter kidnapped her.”

“She could have an accomplice or our teen friend was mistaken.”

“Just be careful, Joe. It is easy to get lost in those woods. Even for you.”

“Not to mention there’s an axe murderer on the loose,” Danny added.

I sighed. “It just wouldn’t be Halloween without an axe murderer running around.”

I continued into the forest and soon the scent lead me to a cabin with a light. Bingo. I sent another Frizz disc to investigated.

“No signs of life,” Woof reported.

Once I entered, I saw that while there were no signs of life, there had been a struggle. Judging by the light and the scattered food, whoever had been here was taken by surprise. I closed my eyes and let my senses piece together what happened.

The girl and a woman, about 18, were sitting down to eat. Man, that hamburger smelled good.

Focus, Joe.

A crash made them turn towards the door. Someone entered. I could smell the metal and wood of the axe. The person smelled of the woods as if he’d been in the forest a long time. But there was something else…a foul, diseased smell…like something wasn’t quite right upstairs.

The woman and man struggled. She was surprisingly fit. Finally, it looked as if she was outclassed. She scooped up the girl and ran. The axe man followed soon after.

I opened my eyes. The scents were fresher, so I quickened my pace. I ran deeper and deeper into the woods; trying to avoid roots, branches, and anything else that might slow me down. The little girl’s scent got stronger with each passing step. I was getting closer.

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