A Corpse Can’t Laugh by Salem Martin and G. B. Holly

Collaborative piece of pulp horror.

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A shadow, long and spindly, like something from a fever dream, betrays the teenage girl. She crouches in the shade of the rusted bike shed, her chest rising and falling in snatched, shallow breaths with one hand on the corrugated steel. She is looking out towards the empty recreation yard, a neatly tied ponytail hanging, glossy blonde, over one shoulder.

Time stands still for one perfect second, its cogs jammed by inevitability as I watch. I appreciate the way she has been created, the attention to detail in this blissful moment; from the restrained sobs to the way her gingham skirt ripples against her tanned legs in the breeze. A small plastic bag flutters along beyond her, distorting in the mid-day heat.

She senses me and turns with a strangled gasp. Those green eyes, once spiteful and judgemental, are now glazed over with tears. She raises one hand, with…

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Interview with Gary Buller

An interview with me about two of my stories. The Way Out, and Escape.

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If you haven’t read Escape or The Way Out by Gary Buller then you’ve really got to do yourself a favor and read them. Escape is a short, dark, and amusing tale of a girl that just can’t seem to stop killing herself. Imagine Groundhog Day but with Bill Murray purposefully trying to fuck up. Of course, suicide isn’t a light subject, but this delightful little piece of horror will have you think otherwise. If you make it through Escape without laughing at the protagonists almost cartoon-like desire to just die, then you might be taking the story too seriously.

The Way Out is a dark story that illustrates a suffocating and constraining world of paranoia and madness as a man slowly loses his sanity. From his shattered sanity and the festering sense of doubt, the reader never really knows whether the character is a live or dead, or…

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