To whom do you belong? Nightmare Magazine’s May 2020 issue brings us The Blue Room, a story that poses this very question while leading us by the hand, a step at a time, into an escalation of danger so subtle, so seemingly innocent, that by the time we realize our mistake, it is far too … Continue reading The Blue Room: Horror that wants to own your soul, from Nightmare Podcast
A mindless horror awakens after 150 years of slumber, intent on completing its bloody mission. Its target? A garden-variety IT guy in Omaha named Ben Middleton. I got a solid kick out of this fast-moving horror thriller. Doolittle manages to humorously introduce you to each character in the ensemble cast while propelling you through the … Continue reading In Kill Monster, Sean Doolittle takes us on a nightmare ride (with a few laughs thrown in)
Last night, it was a great honor to be interviewed live by the fantastic novelist Victorine Lieske, president of the Nebraska Writers Guild! We had an awesome conversation about my novel, "Weatherbone," as well as the hard lessons I've learned (and am still learning) as an author trying to get published. Watch our interview here, … Continue reading NE Writers Guild: Author Chat w/ Shoshana Sumrall Frerking
It was a great honor to be interviewed by Chris Scheidies, owner of the arts and entertainment website Bleeding Peanutbutter. Although the subject of our interview was my novel, Weatherbone, Chris has a way of bringing out details about your life and process you might not even have been aware of! I think Chris enjoyed … Continue reading My Book Interview at Bleeding Peanutbutter
I got to work very early in the morning, while it was still dark. All the parking lot lamps were off, and there were no lights on in the entire factory. I made my way up the hall to the refrigeration inventory area, where there is a long wall with lockers and refrigerators along it. … Continue reading Dream #86: When Alice Cooper is Done, Only Your Desiccated Husk Remains
We were building an instrument at work with instructions from centuries ago, full of archaic terms and weirdly scripted letters. Our workshop was in the middle of the old Woolworth’s in McCook, Nebraska. One of the steps called for an inductor with a value in farads (not a capacitor). Everyone was looking at each other, … Continue reading Dream #270: Jim Breuer Meets Michael Faraday
The infection spread westward, and at last it reached Nebraska. The farm was overrun with the Dead, and those of us who survived became hardened and honed for killing, hoarding, and barricading. In the twilight of a summer evening, a small group of us was passing the chicken house, stabbing the odd zombie in the … Continue reading Dream #266: The Chanting Men and the John Deere Train
