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Read Some of What I’m Writing Lately, Maybe

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 1, 2013 by synabetic

Here’s a quick post to links of the flash fiction shorts (stories clocking in between 1200-1700 words) I have written as of late. They’re simple, I feel, and a little creepy. Or so some folks tell me. Okay, maybe a lot creepy.

The Writing

Let me know what you think with a comment or something.

If you are super bored, I posted up the first three parts of The Rage of Ognark, a terrible bizarroesque story I’ve been writing.

And there you have it. I should have some more stories up soon.


Flasher Fiction: Bind

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on September 28, 2013 by synabetic

Yay! Story, right? Hope you dig it. My partner is giving me pictures and images she has taken or drawn and I’m writing up flash fiction pieces for them. It’s fun! Especially since I write them so fast. This might have some edits in its future. Enjoy.

by Steven G. Saunders

Gas is a commodity too many people take for granted. I mean, there you are one minute driving around, singing along to the latest Faderhead album, knowing full well that there are no cops along the dark road you’re speeding along and then… bam, that fucking gauge dips down to tell you “aw, fuck it, yo”.

I kept meaning to pay attention to my gas gauge, but I was having too much fun. The party was quite stimulating, and a few girls even talked to me, telling me that they loved my voice and hair. But I wanted to get out of there and drive by myself, scream at the top of my lungs out of a cold window with the wind whipping by, and punch my shitty car into over 100 MPH.

It was fucking awesome until I realized my car’s gas gauge had been broken. Well, shit, right? Out of gas in the middle of nowhere, with the nearest place to fill up probably five or more miles away. That’s a hell of a walk.

I go to call a buddy of mine. James will understand. He’ll come out, pick me up, and I’ll fill my gas can up, come back, and get my car going again. I know I had better finish this tequila off in case a cop happens by… while I’m sure I reek of booze, it’s better to reek than show, you know?

Man, cops suck. They always think they’re in control when all they are is a bunch of little boys and girls who got picked on a lot as kids. That shit pisses me off. I sure wish they’d just do their goddamned jobs and leave harmless pricks like me alone. But that’s why they fuck with me, yeah? Because it’s easy.

I finish my tequila and realize I have beer in my truck. Fine. It’s in the truck. I go to call James and I have no signal. What is this, the beginning of some kind of fucking shitty horror movie?

What do I do?

I get back into my car and try starting it again. No dice. Of course “no dice”! I’m out of gas. I bury my head into my steering wheel and my horn goes off for a second. It makes me laugh.

I better get walking.

Before I go, I grab my backpack in the back seat and fill it with my beer. Only a six-pack? I was a fucking Boy Scout– I should have been more prepared.

The road ahead of me is dark. Very dark. It’s just like every other dark country road in the Pacific Northwest. Just miles and miles of road, pasture, wooded enclaves, and fencing. As if on cue, it starts to rain. Drizzling at first, but as I walk and drink further, it starts coming down harder.

A fog has started rolling in as I walk along the road, hoping against hope that someone comes along and finds me. Other people might be scared by this sort of thing, but I simply am impatient. I just want to get home, sleep, shower, and call up that Chelsea I met earlier.
Her hair was spectacular. Her mannerisms cute and endearing. She was pretty good looking and I’m thinking she’ll make a fine addition to my collection.

The rain starts to come down harder. Then even harder. Holy fuck, how can rain come down this hard? And the fog starts getting so thick I can’t see more than fifty feet in front of my face. I don’t even notice until it’s too late and I take a header off the road, having stumbled into a ditch.

Dammit. My face. I think I cut it on a stick.

I get up, and I see a shape in the foggy distance. I start toward it and within a few short minutes I see what appears to be an abandoned shack of some sort. Fine. I’ll take it. It’s got that look of gray wood… the kind that has seen too much weather. In the dark, rainy, foggy moonlight I see the green moss. I smile at the whole… nature of it all.


But it’s shelter, so I’m not complaining.

I wait there for a few minutes, drinking a beer. Then I hear a sound. Branches breaking. This shack must be on the edge of one of those wooded enclaves. Then I hear a voice… someone calling out to ask if someone’s there.

I respond. The voice sounds familiar. It’s hard to make out over the rain.

I emerge from the dilapidated shack and see a familiar face. It’s Chelsea… of all people, it’s the woman I was interested in at the party. She looks at me and smiles, telling me she figured it was me, having seen my car along the side of the road.

She tells me that she knows it’s my car, because she took special interest in me leaving, wondering if I would call her. I can feel my heart skip a beat. This girl was interesting! More so than earlier when I found out she liked things like Blade Runner and Skinny Puppy. Now she was saving my ass and sounding sexy while she was doing it.

Chelsea asks me if she can give me a ride to a gas station. I say yes, without hesitation. I start talking to her, offering her a beer, which she politely refuses. I wonder if she thinks VIVIsectVI is the quintessential Puppy album, or if she’s one of those Too Dark Park people.

Her response gives me pause. She laughs and asks me what I’m talking about. Weird. She mentioned earlier at the party that she was a hardcore Puppyhead– even had a tattoo and everything. I cock my head and talk to her some more.

Chelsea responds to everything okay as she leads me away from the shack. I’m no survivalist, but I get the feeling she’s leading me away from the road. Why? Why would she do that? Because I have no reason to believe otherwise, I ask her. I ask her if we are walking away from the road.

She knows a shortcut, she tells me. That’s odd. I’m not that far from the shack. But I have to trust her because I’m in a bit of a bind.

That’s when she turns towards me suddenly and says “Yes. Bind”.

What… what the fuck?

I ask her what she means by that, and her pretty face smiles. It’s not a cute smile. It’s the kind of smile I have seen actors try to replicate when they’re being evil. Something inhuman… something… anti-human.

I start to run. Because, hey, why not? This shit is freaking me out, man. I am probably just drunk and wigging, but you can never be too sure. I run into the fog and rain… I run and run and run…

Until I fall down. That’s when I use the shack to help myself back up. Oh, god, the shack. I’m back where I started? I don’t even know what to think. My drunk brain is trying very hard to be really afraid.

Chelsea stands by me. She places the rusty manacle on my right wrist and I can actually hear her grin. The moonlight glints off of her teeth and finally I feel the primal fear my brain has been trying to tell my body to get into. My mouth runs words that don’t matter. My eyes dart to the hanging bones I never noticed before.

I never noticed before because this is a different shack.

I wish I had never run out of gas. I wish I had planned ahead. I wish I didn’t have to end it all by being just another cautionary tale no one would ever know about.

This is a good a time as any to be out of beer.


Image courtesy of  Nicole Turner

7 Terrible Films I Should Be Ashamed to Enjoy

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 30, 2013 by synabetic

I really need to do a proper update on this thing; but until then, here is something I did over at Nerd Titan. You may dig it. Just click on that there image!

reign of fire_tank_title graphic

Or, fine, click here.

Happy Halloween! Here’s my Weird War comic for you…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 31, 2011 by synabetic

Happy Halloween, folks! I would like to present to you the very thing I showed people two years ago on Halloween: the 12-page Secret Cross story, “Humanity in the Execution“.

The Secret Cross is a special German unit in World War One, hunting down weird beasts, demon things, strange cults and stuff like that. Think Ghostbusters with bayonets. Originally, the whole thing spawned out of an idea for another project with incredibly talented and driven creator Stephen Lindsay. Somehow, Secret Cross was born; and badass, ass-handing artist Dominic Vivona is partly to blame for this final incarnation, as well. What you see is a culmination of our wonderfully deviated idea-factory. We worked pretty hard to have this strip see the light of day. Anyways, Dominic nailed the art on “Humanity in the Execution“. I really do hope you enjoy this short, which has appeared online and in the UK anthology FTL (massive thanks to Ian Sharman, by the way). I really, really hope you enjoy the twist.

I like twists.

Clicky clicky on ze image you see directly below…

Stephen did a a nail-biting creeper of a 5-pager with another artist, called “Höllenhaus” (which you can read here).

I’m always a bit saddened that this project didn’t fully work out in to an ongoing series. Too much time passed, life got in the way, and everyone moved on. Stephen and Dominic are great guys and working with them was a real treat. If you see their names on anything, buy it (like, say, Jesus Hates Zombies or Gunplay) . It’s totally worth it.

Nowadays, I’m attempting to carry on the Secret Cross flame, playing around with the idea of doing new installments… I’ve even written a Secret Cross short story and have ran a few Secret Cross role-playing sessions using the GORE system. At conventions, in fact. Maybe I can get my buddy and fantastic artist Myke Allen to do the illustration on another comic short. Maybe. I’m already throwing a million projects at that poor, sexy bastard.

In the meantime, enjoy the comic and let me know what you think. No, REALLY! Sound off, troops.

Oh! And if you wanted to pick up FTL, where short strips of Salvus and Sorgon: A Matter of Darkness (other comics I collaborated on with awesomel people) also appeared, along with Secret Cross, you can buy it in full colour electronic format or, if you prefer, in black and white hardcopy… and there’s even FTL: Year One, which compiles everything from the first year of FTL issues. Honestly, it’s a great anthology series chock full of amazing talent. Check it out here.

Until next time, keep your feet dry, mind the rats, and never stop being wary of the snipers.

Update: I completely neglected to mention the incredible job Jeff Balke did on colours for Secret Cross. Sorry, Jeff! Rectifying that now.

You are invited to The Uninvited

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on September 15, 2011 by synabetic

One of my jobs is writing for and editing a digital-based horror magazine that’s been in development (as well as working on other things for the company). And, finally, issue #1 of THE UNINVITED MAGAZINE has launched for the iPad. Don’t worry Android users– that version should be down the pike at some point.

Anywayhow, working on THE UNINVITED has been mostly fun with about 15% frustration. It’s good frustration, though, as I’ve never been a primary editor on a magazine before. This one required my skills for both prose and sequential art (that’s “comics” to most of us). So, in the spirit of the launch of THE UNINVITED, I’ve decided to post the cover art for the mag and each story, and I’m throwing in a random page for each one… exclusive to this blog.

I think.

Let’s get started…

Be sure to click on the images for ze larger picture size.

Nice cover, eh? Steve Sprayson did a nice, simple job for our launch issue. It gives that feel of pulpiness and comic book stuff that our readers should expect. Warren Zahari did a bang-up job on layout, for both the cover and throughout the magazine.

The main credits page. Look, mom, I’m an editor!

The story we chose to kick off THE UNINVITED was Hypergraphia by Ken Lillie-Paetz. The art there is by the wonderfully talented Fiona Staples. Hypergraphia was the perfect choice to lead everything because it’s very “meta”, as the kids today say.  I don’t want to give anything away about it other than that writers will especially enjoy the hell out of it. It’s also goddamned creepy and awesome in the way that it’s written. Excellent work, Ken. You can be let out of the room for an hour a week now.

Okay, okay, fine… above is a taste of Hypergraphia.

Ah, my comic: The Devil Eggs: Except Reality. I was asked to come up with a Weird War property for Rock Bay Media (who publishes THE UNINVITED), and this is what I concocted. I won’t lie… initially there were tons of problems for reasons I cannot get into because it would be professionally lame to, but the good thing is once the artist and I started talking to each other we were all long-distance high-fiving  and fixing (or trying with the fixing) some of the problems that had cropped up (none of which were our faults, mind). Nunan is a great guy and was a real treat to work with. There was a bit of a language barrier, but we managed pretty well (considering my overly-complex script). The only hang-up after the fact was getting a couple more pieces of short work done, which we did with Myke Allen. Myke’s a local artist who happens to be American just like me, and we met and hit it off a few months back. The front and back “covers” of this Devil Eggs installment are done by him… and we’ll see Myke again for the second fist-punching, face-shooting Devil Eggs madness, Damonzeit, in THE UNINVITED #2.

Warren Zahari did a nice job with the lettering, too. All in all, Nunan, Myke and Warren worked very hard to bring my vision to fruition. And Warren? Thanks for the lovely swastika, man.

Just thought I’d add the back cover for The Devil Eggs: Except Reality. As usual, my only worry with this short of mine is that I really needed five more pages. Just… five… more… pages… Interesting tidbit: I was the model for Myke in the above panel. He also worked to keep his art consistent with Nunan’s, which I think turned out well. If you love World War II and monsters and horror and grim shit, you may like The Devil Eggs.

The Most Beautiful Girl, by writer Mark MacKenzie, is the longest prose piece in THE UNINVITED #1. It’s about a guy chasing after a gorgeous-yet-mysterious woman. Naturally, horrific hijinx ensue. Editing-wise, Mark was fantastic to work with. He takes edits and suggestion well, and is actually enthused about the editorial process. To me, those are high marks for, uh, Mark. As for the art, Ann Koi knocks it out of the park. She read the story and came up with the above piece. It sufficiently seductive and, well, sufficiently nightmarish.

And up there is a page from The Most Beautiful Girl. Props to Warren again on the layout.

Alex Diochan did everything for Depths. Story, art, and lettering. It’s a fun little tale with incredible layout and art. The only thing Alex didn’t do was the editing, and I’m happy he didn’t end up stabbing me.

I chose the above page because I truly love how Alex manages to compress all those panels onto one page without losing focus or story in the process. It’s very old school, but in that amazing old school way. I won’t dick around with you either: The fact Alex’s art here has a Guy Davis and/or Mike Mignola vibe to it was a major selling point for me. It also strikes me as very European, which doesn’t hurt, either.

The enigma-enshrouded Adam Donahue contributed a very short story to THE UNINVITED #1, and while it’s short, I found it intriguing as well as thought-provoking. I’ve decided to only add the cover to this story, though, as the whole story needs to be read at once. Big high-fives to Warren on that cover, too.

And there’s the last page of the magazine for you. You will notice the promo art for #2 that Dusty Peterson was working on. Well, the final image is all done and when you see it, you may shit yourself as I did.

Just so you know: All of our contributors are paid for their hard work. So, yeah, buying this digi-rag of horror goodness helps to support us paying more fine and independent creators.

There you have it. A preview of sorts concerning THE UNINVITED MAGAZINE #1. I hope you buy it and enjoy it verily. If you do end up getting it, be sure to contact us to let us know what you though, for bad or good. We love all kinds of feedback, as it helps us with the creation and editing process.

For links to everyone mentioned in this post, GO HERE.

For more information on THE UNINVITED, GO HERE.

To get your filthy, filthy eye-hands on THE UNINVITED MAGAZINE #1 for the low Launch Price of $2.99, GO HERE DAMMIT.

Oh, and join THE UNINVITED on Facebook HERE.

Thanks for your time, and I hope to see you on the other side… where the tentacle-hounds are.