Fiction Friday: Choppers

  Choppers Mike Murphy     Henry Buckler had never caused any trouble before. This morning, however, he stormed into the dental office and straight to Anita’s desk. “Mr. Buckler,” the young, petite nurse said pleasantly, looking up from her paperwork, “I don’t recall you having an appointment today.” “Is Bernie in?” he asked tersely, clearly agitated. “Why, yes. He’s –” “I need to see him.” “OK,” she replied, unsure how to proceed. “If you’ll. . . uhm. . . have a s–” “I need to see him now.” Dr.…

150 Words About: THE CLOVEHITCH KILLER (2018)

The Clovehitch Killer is the story of a teenager (played by Charlie Plummer) who discovers evidence that might implicate his own father (American Horror Story’s Dylan McDermott) in the serial murders that plagued his hometown ten years ago. Plummer is great here, but McDermott shines. Is Dad guilty, or is it all a crazy misunderstanding? Is the beloved Scout leader a monster, behind the friendly mask he wears in public? You’ll change your mind more than once throughout the film’s runtime, because you want to like this guy . .…

Fiction Friday: Shame on You

SHAME ON YOU Seth Wagerman Kayla feels terrible. As though all her rationalizations have drained from her with the peristaltic shudders of her orgasm. Kemba buries his face in her neck, resting atop her, still holding her wrists. She closes her eyes, waiting for him to roll over beside her. She gets up; fumbles one-legged into her jeans. “Where’rye going?” he mumbles sleepily, pulling the pillow towards him. Guilt rises in her like bile. It isn’t only her husband she’s wronged. Kemba wants and deserves more than a married woman…

150 Words About: WE ARE WHAT WE ARE (2013)

Jim Mickle’s (Mulberry Street, Stakeland) remake of the Spanish film Somos Lo Que Hay earned the top spot on my favorites list the year it was released, and next to The Witch it might be my favorite American horror film since The Mist.  This one’s as much Southern Gothic as it is horror; it’s gory when it needs to be, but not like you’d expect for a film about a family of holy-rollin’ cannibals (its tone is more Frailty than Texas Chain Saw Massacre).  A somber mood is established from the first frame, thanks…

Women in Horror Month, Part Four

WOMEN IN HORROR MONTH’S FINAL INSTALLMENT LOOKS FORWARD TO THE FUTURE AT GALLOWS HILL MAGAZINE-UPCOMING REVIEWS OF BOOKS BY MICHELLE GARZA & MELISSA LASON, THERESA BRAUN, AND MARY M. SCHMIDT! Brian James Lewis Howdy friends! This column is running a bit on the late side this week due to events beyond my control. No dog ate my homework and I didn’t miss the school bus, but the shit certainly did hit the fan.         Man oh man! Long story short- the timing chain in my truck’s engine decided that 195 thousand…

Fiction Friday: Minor Accident

Minor Accident JL Crews “We shouldn’t have rented a car.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew I shouldn’t have said them. “Well, thanks, Maggie for that brilliant observation.” His eyes stabbed me, a wound deeper than his sarcastic tone. He knew I hated when he spoke to me like that. As if I was an errant child it was his duty to correct. Forever. Until death do us part. “You thought it was a great idea this morning,” he said, a muscle in his…