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John's Review- Dead Sea by Brian Keene
Literary Quickies May Lead to True Love by Beth Griffith
Literary Quickies May Lead to True Love
Think of short story anthologies as the dating apps of the literary world. It doesn’t matter if you prefer Tinder, ok cupid or Ashley Madison (you dirty dog), the point of using a dating app is to find a partner who is compatible with you and your lifestyle. Short story anthologies generally feature a variety of authors writing about the same genre or variations on a specific subject, making it easy for you to quickly decide if you like their style....
Andrew's Review of IN THE SCRAPE by James Newman and Mark Steensland
Most kids dream about a new bike, a pair of top-dollar sneakers endorsed by their favorite athlete, or that totally awesome video game everyone’s raving about. But thirteen-year-old Jake and his little brother Matthew want nothing more than to escape from their abusive father. As soon as possible, they plan to run away to California, where they will reunite with their mother and live happily ever after. It won’t be easy, though. After a scuffle with a local bully puts Jake’s arch-nemesis in the hospital, Sheriff Theresa McLelland starts poking her...
Chandra's Review of CHURCH by Renee Miller
I'm not a particularly religious or spiritual person myself. However, I do find myself morbidly fascinated with religious cult mentality. The realness that is portrayed in digging into the deep insecurities of a person to get to their baser need of feeling accepted while taking advantage of their bank account, soul and all-around humanity is degrading at best and torturous all around. Think of at least these eleven (ELEVEN!) religious cults that are known and assumed to be *dangerous for humanity*: Scientology, KKK (yes, a cult of Christianity of all things), Children of God, Raelism, Bavarian Illuminati,...
Donnie's Review of, THE ISAIAH COLERIDGE SERIES by Laird Barron
The Isaiah Coleridge Series REVIEW, by The Horror Hypothesis
”I was Oppenheimer’s dread in microcosm, a miniature atom bomb. A destroyer of small things. Not worlds, nothing so grand, but individual bodies, individual lives. In little more than a week I’d crossed purposes with mercenaries, gangsters, white supremacists, hillbilly moonshiners, gangbangers, and Feds. Blood had spilled. As ever, blood was the currency of my existence. Blood was the standard” -Laird Barron
Do you want to know how long it took for me...