S. K. Epperson

The internet mystery that has the world baffled

•December 7, 2013 • 1 Comment

The internet mystery that has the world baffled.

Or could just be some deviant personality having a laugh at everyone else’s expense.

Posted in Suspense
Tags: Codebreakers, puzzles, unsolved mysteries

Creativity

•December 1, 2013 • Leave a Comment

While it’s tiring, and foolish, to attempt examination of the indefinable, my recipe seems to be losing my mind at least once a month and howling at the universe, either in bitterness at its injustices or in awe at the beauty found in the tiniest moments (or baby animal photos on Tumblr. ) When I drink too much I sing Disney tunes. I dance like an idiot all by myself, until I’m exhausted and start channeling the voices inside who feed me their stories. Sometimes, when I’m laughing hysterically at a joke I wouldn’t normally find funny, or sobbing my heart out over something that any other moment would qualify as trivial, I wonder who is this with the crude sense of humor, or with all this horrible raw emotion? Sometimes I will them away. Then I realize I need them after all. For their stories. If this is what creativity is for all of us, then we’re a brave bunch, allowing all those other voices to live inside us and sometimes getting lost in them. If this isn’t what creativity is for all of us, then oh well, shit, I’m in trouble, huh?

(Cue “Part of Your World” from The Little Mermaid…)

Posted in Art, author, thriller, horror, e-books, Fiction, Funny, writers, writing
Tags: Creativity, Imagination

The Would-Be Assassin and the Camera

•November 17, 2013 • 2 Comments

After watching ‘The Conspirator’ I learned more about Powell than ever before, but now we get to see his face. Chilling.

Posted in True Crime
Tags: Assassin, Lewis Powell, William H. Seward

The Ugly

•November 15, 2013 • 3 Comments

It is what snags our gaze, keeps us looking, clicking, reading, even though our jaws clench and our innards quail. The dog that drags a human leg home to his master (who hastily buries it) the troll that kidnaps and holds three women hostage for decades, babies eaten by rats, left in dumpsters or toilets. We can’t look away. Weekly we gather to watch the gore of us dead coming after us the living (The Walking Dead, True Blood, Game of Thrones.) We watch how the survivors survive and take notes, but not without judging. When a body is discovered under a bridge we look to see the name, a photo, and once we see, we unconsciously provide ourselves with dozens of reasons why this will never be us.

But it is us. We are the body, the baby, the leg severed four inches below the buttock. We are the troll going to work every day with his horrible secrets, stopping for fast food on the way home and checking the locks twice when he gets inside. We are the elderly dog owner, afraid of being accused of murder. We turn away and gag when it is sewage, but take second and third looks when it is carnage. The gallons of blood sprayed on the highway by the dead deer, the deceptively soft and furry looking possum trailing intestines across the road. When the carrion eaters arrive we view them with disdain but are secretly happy to have the carnage removed from our sight, however slow the process. Ugly is ugly, after all, and things sucking blood from arteries or picking at the flesh and bones of the mottled dead is something we can tolerate only when we believe it is fictional.

Hurry Sunday.

Posted in author, thriller, horror, e-books, Books, Fiction, Film, Horror, Novels, writers, writing
Tags: Game of Thrones, human nature, The Walking Dead, True Blood

Charles Bukowski’s Hollywood Tour

•November 9, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Too good not to pass around.

Biblioklept

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Posted in Art, author, thriller, horror, e-books, Books, Fiction, Film, Nostalgia, Poetry, writers, writing
Tags: Charles Bukowski, Hollywood

Halloween Knocks

•October 30, 2013 • Leave a Comment

I have been whacked seriously hard in the head twice in my life. (Okay, I see some of you nodding like you knew it all along. Stop it.) Both occasions were my own doing, and both happened because of HALLOWEEN.

The first time I was nine, dressed in some ridiculous costume with a mask that obstructed my view, floating across lawns with my friends in tiny swarms, descending on doorbells and screaming in mock terror at the frights of the night. There were of course houses that were dark and the unspoken rule is don’t ring the doorbell of a house with no porch light. A pair of older boys set the stage with a few creepy taunts and dares, and so the doorbell on the darkened house got rung not once but several times. When the door finally opened we expected an angry homeowner to come out and yell at us to get off his porch. That’s not what happened. The door opened, but we saw no light inside, just a dark house and a tall figure staring at us (I know, everyone is tall when you’re nine.) Someone screamed ‘Run!‘ and that’s all it took to send us fleeing in a frenzy of shouts and screams, dropping bags of candy and parts of costumes in our wake. The mask on my face prevented me from seeing the support cable of the telephone pole in the corner of the yard. I literally clothes-lined myself on that cable, face first, feet flying up in front of me and landing oh so hard on that chilly ground. Oucha magoucha.

The second time came during a visit to a haunted house, the kind you pay to go in and get scared. My companion and I had just crawled through the open doors of a hearse and emerged from the other side when some deranged banshee with a scream like a Bavarian yodeler chose that moment to erupt and I leaped away toward the next entrance, an actual aircraft door. I dangerously misjudged the height of the door and while the lower half of my body charged through, the top half of my head did not. I couldn’t speak to tell my companion what had happened and by the time he realized I wasn’t behind him, I was already staggering toward him and moaning like a Sunday night extra on AMC. I don’t remember much more from that particular haunted house.

All my lumps come on Halloween. Still love it.

Posted in Funny, Survival, Uncategorized, writers
Tags: costume, fright, Halloween, horror, storytelling, Trick or Treat

Hooked on Kdramas

•October 5, 2013 • Leave a Comment

The Master’s Sun is spooky, romantic fun and had me from the opening credits. A girl awakens from a coma able to see dead people that terrify her into living like a shadow, until she meets the rich, arrogant president of Kingdom Mall, who with one touch can make the ghosts vanish. It’s seventeen nail-biting episodes long, and the true romantic will absolutely love this. You can watch it on Hulu.com or Dramafever.com

Also on seriously hooked list is:

Good Doctor

A physically and mentally abused boy with a form of autism grows up wanting to be a doctor and the doctor he becomes is nothing short of genius. The relationships he develops with the other doctors of the children’s ward will keep you clicking on episode after episode…it’s that good.

There are many excellent Korean films and dramas. Two films in particular that stand out for me are “Silenced” starring Gong Yoo, based on a true story about a school for the deaf where the children are sexually molested. And “Rough Cut“ starring well-known So Ji Sub, from The Master’s Sun in a role so completely different you won’t recognize him, but will reel in admiration of his acting abilities. Rough Cut is the tale of a bullying actor that can no longer find anyone who wants to co-star in a film, so he enlists a real gangster to play the part of the villain. Definitely worth the watch.

I’m going back for more.