Author: Nathan Shumate

REDNECK ELDRITCH is officially set to release in ebook form on April 28th, to coincide with its launch at World Horror Con! Print volumes can also be ordered! And with strange aeons, Even Death may take a dirt nap… From the publisher of the SPACE ELDRITCH anthologies comes a flavor of cosmic horror that’s much…
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Carlin Reese had two broken yolks, one headache, and zero bars on his phone. He winced as he mopped up the last of the eggs with a bit of toast and tried to be as subtle as possible as he took in the other patrons of the diner. They all stared into their meals, pushing…
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Jody dropped the tailgate on her K5 Blazer and hoisted herself up to enjoy her Slim Jim and Red Bull in the Gas’N’Go parking lot. “Breakfast of cham­pions,” she muttered, but mostly because she didn’t feel bad about it. She’d earned it. Besides, it was too damn hot to be doing coffee and donuts. It…
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[NSFW language ahead] “The People of the Book” refers to those persons and prophets repre­sented in the three primary texts of the Judaeo-Christian-Muslim tradi­tion: The Old Testament or Jewish Torah, what Christians call The New Testament, and the Koran of Islam. Of course, there are other, even older books which may not mention people at…
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Sheriff Betty parked on the shoulder of Creek Road—well, “shoulder” was a generous description, given that her cruiser was practically in the woods, and that she had to force back knee-high overgrowth just to get her door open. Most of these back roads were only roads in the sense that they were slightly wider than…
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The echoes of her moans grew more distinct as I followed the abandoned mineshaft to the pit where my pa held her captive. The cool, humid air tasted slick and dirty, like oil with a hint of rottenness seeping up from undigested victims long trapped in the bowels of the earth. Crumbling black walls of…
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The old man’s gnarled right hand stopped, springing into the air above the trembling banjo strings and freezing in clawhammer shape, index ever so slightly extended and thumb to the square. The short sustain of the banjo meant the strings sang their final chord with power, but briefly, and then fell still and silent. John…
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I never wore shoes in July until 1987 when I was seven years old. No kid in our town did. I suppose if my family hadn’t moved to California, I would have stayed barefoot all summer every summer until the boys came calling. But instead I found myself in Sacramento with nothing but brimstone-hot asphalt…
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You’ve seen the concept sketch, now see the real deal! From illustrator extraordinaire Carter Reid:

The glass is empty, apart from a foamy film in the bottom. I set it down on the bar next to my lighter and my pack of smokes. I’d like to order a fourth beer right away, but I figure I better pace myself. Remembering the task at hand, I tilt my head to get…
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