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Last year, I posted a Blog Hop interview (if you didn’t read it then, you can find it here), and toward the end of the interview it asked who I thought was an author to keep an eye on. I actually listed three authors, but today I want to talk about the amazing Glenn Rolfe.

 

Glenn writes horror like nobody’s business, and if you want creepy, freaky, scary, or just plain gross – then, I absolutely recommend reading his work. The good news is you can because he has several things available. Becoming, his serial novel, is available free online at jukepop.com. You can read along as the story unfolds, and I highly recommend it. A year ago, I mentioned his Haunted Halls series. These books are short enough to read in one sitting, and then read them again frequently. Which I’ve done. In fact, the series hasn’t left my Kindle since I got them. Glenn also has pieces in various magazines and anthologies, but I really wanted to pop on here today to tell you all to be on the lookout for his next novella, Abram’s Bridge, due out next year from Samhain Horror.

 

Congratulations Glenn!

 

You can read about the flurry of activity happening right now with all of Glenn’s works directly on his website. (go – go there right now!) It’s pretty exciting for me as a fan of his writing, so I can only imagine how mind-blowing it is for him. I suggest, if you enjoy horror stories as much as I do, that you follow this man’s career because it won’t be long before he’s a household name.

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The following short story, which I wrote under the name Mandi Lessard, recently appeared on fiftywordstories.com

Writing in a manner utilizing so few words is an incredible challenge for me, so I wanted to share my joy and excitement with all of you – not only that my short story was chosen for the site, but also that it appears to be well received by those who have commented.

Fear

The butler beckoned me to follow. He reeked of evil intentions, but I reluctantly moved forward.

When the lights flickered out, I spun around wildly until a bone chilling scream froze me with fear.

Then, with my heart pounding, I whispered, “Albescu?”

He didn’t respond,

… but death eagerly welcomed me.

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