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THE EDUCATION OF ELOISE

THE EDUCATION OF ELOISE
By E.C. McMullen Jr.
Copyright 2016

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It was directly because of Eloise spider phobia that she threw herself into education and study of the brain.

Was it all psychological? A mere veneer of electrical static over the cerebral cortex? Eloise pursued the idea that phobias, like her arachnophobia, were physical in nature and a physical change to the brain could alleviate the suffering of people like her.

Even better, in late 19th century, the constantly scrubbed, sterile environment required of medical research assured virtually no spiders: Certainly not on the scale of the farm where she grew up.

At the age of 14, while her brothers and sisters were busy outside, Eloise told her parents of her plans.

“What is science for a young lady?” her father’s tone was dismissive. “Marry wisely and you could share your own farm.”

“And give us plenty of grandchildren,” her Mother added.

Eloise brought out her diary and firmly (though respectfully) let the leather slap upon the table. She read through page after page of how, through the years and with her learned and innate cleverness, solved insurmountable problems on the farm thanks to her ingenuity and her knowledge of science. She knew that university would be costly, but she would repay her parents many times over for this opportunity.

Then Eloise froze. Sunlight through the windows fell upon a discreet spiderweb in the high corner where two walls met the ceiling. She did not see the effect her words had upon her Mother and Father, and how they glanced at each other in a silent shared pride. This moment was expected, as they long knew their daughter before she’d known herself.

With the fragile interruption of, “Excuse me,” Eloise hurried outside to wet a mop and remove the web.

The spider was small, no bigger than a dot with legs. ‘Oh my God. It is small enough to get in our hair, nose, ears, anywhere while we sleep.’ Which reminded her: she needed to scrub her room down today and bleach her sheets and pillow cases. Her Mother drew the line at washing her already clean clothes, though Eloise always gave them a vigorous shaking, turned them inside out and gave them a second shaking, then back to propers and one final shaking, before getting dressed.

Her phobia consumed her immediate attention on the tiny spider and its home, so that she didn’t hear her parents give her their blessing or busily figure out the coming four years of work and savings to make their daughter’s dream come true.

It was easy for young women to enter college in 1894. Less easy for their studies to be any more serious than servile: legal secretary, nurse, housekeeper. Yet Eloise was determined and her dogged pursuit relentless. After all, in 1847 American Astronomer, Maria Mitchell, discovered a comet and was the first woman elected to the American Academy of Arts. That was nearly half a century ago. Moreover, if Maria S. Sklodowska could graduate as Top Student at the great science university, Sorbonne in Paris, and Maria did do it, then Eloise could do it too.

This despite the sacrifices: Eloise was not accepted into anywhere near so prestigious a University as the Sorbonne. The lab equipment was bland even by Eloise’ inexperience (she was aware of better, as she read with a voluminous hunger). Of what there was,  the men always got first crack at everything. Having access to only basic microscopes and other mundane lab equipment, Eloise was limited to doing brain lobe research. Ah, but such research!

With persistence and politics – for one gets nowhere without allegiances – Eloise achieved her research Ph.D with the highest honors in 1899.

There of course, were stark episodes during that time. Eloise secret phobia nearly outed her fears on more than a few occasions. Fortunately her male peers merely considered her frights a “Woman’s Weakness” and not a deeper, nearly uncontrolled psychological disorder.

Eloise constant cleaning would also have been a bit much under normal circumstances, but it was tolerated and even slightly appreciated among her fellow researchers. She was admired for her “immaculate meticulousness”, though the coined phrase was also an affectionate but knowing joke among her peers.

In 1900, the esteemed brain researcher, Santiago Ramón y Cajal, came to America and Eloise’ place of intern residency to lead a symposium. Years of studious use of the most powerful microscopes in the world, of which there were only three, allowed the famed Cajal to use one at his leisure, so that he might see and visually record, with his detailed drawings, the structure of a brain cell.

His presentation included acetate projections of his latest drawings. On the high wall of the dark theater, they towered brightly over the audience. Doctor Cajal compared the structure of brain cell dendrites to the branches and root systems of trees.

Only Eloise didn’t see trees.

There in the dark, lit only by the projection and its contents, screamed an uncontrolled Eloise embraced in an overwhelming horror that would never release her.

As the oppressively massive projection of giant dendrites loomed over her, Eloise saw the true physical nature of her arachnophobia.

Living within her head, festering inside her skull, every single one of her billions of tormented brain cells… were spiders!

END

Copyright 2016 by E.C. McMullen Jr.
Art: Arachnophobe’s Nightmare by Leo-Paul Robert


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Look for my story Cedo Looked Like People, in the anthology, FEAR THE REAPER, edited by Joe Mynhardt. Available from Crystal Lake Publishing and available in Print for $12.99 or eBook for $2.99.

Also available from Crystal Lake Publishing, the film making guidebook, HORROR 201: The Silver Scream. Reap the rewards of movie making experience from the likes of Myself as well as Ray Bradbury, John Carpenter, Wes Craven, Tom Holland, Jeffrey Reddick, George A. Romero, Keith Arem, Richard Gray, and many more. $19.99 in Print or $3.99 in eBook.


AND THE AWARD GOES TO…?

UDMPAwardsIn 2009 I worked as Production Designer and Art Director on the Science Fiction Horror Thriller webseries, UNIVERSAL DEAD. It starred Doug Jones, Gary Graham, and D.B. Sweeney.

It was written and produced by my bro and long-time Feo Amante’s Horror Thriller alumni, Kelly Parks, and released as a webseries in 2010, where it became an Internet hit.

Eventually, Kelly had it re-edited into a short film, and it began sweeping film festivals, finally winning the 2013 winning the LAWebfest, and competed in the Marseilles, France Worldfest (representing the U.S.), later that year.

Now UNIVERSAL DEAD is again nominated in a film festival, and the San Diego Film Awards have nominated me for Best Costume and Makeup.

You know, I’ve been so focused on helping UNIVERSAL DEAD  become a TV series or feature film, I never gave any thought to the idea of my winning an award.

Yet now that I know I’m nominated? I want to win!

If you’re in the San Diego area and plan to attend, IF  I should  win, my award will be accepted by Kelly Parks.

News by E.C. McMullen Jr.


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PERPETUAL BULLET: A Science Fiction Collection
A trove of previously published Science Fiction Horror Thriller – plus bonus stories
Featuring: Weird Sex, True Love, Monsters and Mayhem!
By E.C. McMullen Jr.
Now on sale for $2.99 and available for your Android Tablet, iPad, Kindle, Nook, Sony Reader, and every other “E”!
Find it at (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Diesel, !ndigo, iTunes, KoboBooks, Smashwords, Sony, WHSmith, and more).

Also look for my story Cedo Looked Like People, in the 2013 anthology, FEAR THE REAPER, edited by Joe Mynhardt and available in Paperback and eBook.


The Second Shortest Horror Story

THE SECOND SHORTEST HORROR STORY: A Mashup

KNOCK (The Shortest Story) –

The last man on Earth sat alone in a room.

There was a knock on the door.
― Frederic Brown

It was the last woman on Earth.

The last man and woman on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.

It was the last boy and girl on Earth.

The last man, woman, boy, and girl on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.

The kids taught the monkey to knock.
– E.C. McMullen Jr.


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WILLOW BLUE.
It’s my second collection of critically acclaimed Supernatural and Drama Thriller short stories with all of the Weird Sex, True Love, Monsters and Mayhem, you’ve come to expect (or should by now). Available in paperback for $8.00 or in Kindle for only $1.99. Buy the paperback at Amazon and the Kindle eBook is free! The tales will last you longer than latte!

Want more? Buy

PERPETUAL BULLET: A Science Fiction Collection.
It’s a veritable trove of previously published Science Fiction Horror Thriller tales – plus bonus stories
Featuring: Weird Sex, True Love, Monsters and Mayhem!
Now on sale for $9.00 in Trade Paperback and in eBook for $1.99 and available for your Android Tablet, iPad, Kindle, Nook, and every other “E”!
Find it at (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Diesel, !ndigo, iTunes, KoboBooks, Smashwords, WHSmith, and more).
Buy the paperback at Amazon and the Kindle eBook is free!

Crave still more?

Look for my story Cedo Looked Like People, in the anthology, FEAR THE REAPER, edited by Joe Mynhardt. Available from Crystal Lake Publishing and available in Print for $12.99 or eBook for $2.99.

Also available from Crystal Lake Publishing, the film making guidebook, HORROR 201: The Silver Scream. Reap the rewards of movie making experience from the likes of Myself, as well as  John Carpenter, Tom Holland, Jeffrey Reddick, George A. Romero, Keith Arem, Richard Gray, also the late  Ray Bradbury, Wes Craven, plus many more. $19.99 in Print or $3.99 in eBook.


THEY TOUCHED THE EYE OF GOD

Filippo Borghi

Art by Filippo Borghi

THEY TOUCHED THE EYE OF GOD
Copyright 2014
by E.C. McMullen Jr.

The Farmer, Passle, didn’t know what else to do. All the sky was overcast, so it was possible that somewhere, up there, the Great Eye of Fas the Beloved cast Its benevolent gaze down upon the world.

But the fact was that right over there, about a quarter mile away and pressed up against the nearly concave hillock, rested an enormous eye gazing down upon the ground.

The eye was huge. Bigger than his barn. Bigger than four of his barns!

Passle looked at the grass beneath his feet. The early morning fog had lifted, but the dew was still everywhere.

What was he to do?

He had to tell someone! Tell them of the great eye! But there was only one great eye in the world and if this wasn’t The Great Eye of Fas, what or whose eye was it?

What would happen to the world if the great eye over there,  seemingly dead as a doll’s eye, lightly buffeted against the hillock as if by unseen breeze, was THE Great Eye of Fas?

What would happen to the world if this was another eye?

What would happen to him? What would his neighbors say of him? What would the world say of him?

And yet the eye was too large to ignore. Other people were sure to see it from the road. Passerby. Best to get in front of this news than be trampled by it. So with that in mind, Passle turned back toward his house to make some calls.

Bevva stood there on the porch. Passle hadn’t heard her come out, but there she stood, silent as stone, staring without understanding at the great eye that touched the ground.

He approached his wife.

“Bevva?”

“What is this, Passle?” Her voice a hundred miles away. “What is – what does this mean?”

“I don’t know,” Passle spoke gently. A fear crept upon him that his Bevva’s mind was gathering clouds, soon to be a storm.

“It’s like a dead thing,” Bevva whispered. “Like a fish floating upside down.”

“I’m going to call someone,” Passle said.

“Who?” Bevva asked, never turning her sight from the great eye on the ground.

Passle stopped himself. He had meant to call Pastor Klienz. But was that a good idea? The world must know, but he had to think about his family’s protection from the masses. What would the masses do?

Who would he call?

By that afternoon the cloudy sky had cleared and, for the first time in recorded history, the great eye of Fas was nowhere to be seen.

In the sky.

A mob of people as far as the eye could see, were lined up along the wood fence that bordered Passle and Bevva’s land. Their murmuring could be heard all the way to the house.

Passle and Bevva went upstairs to get a better look at them all. From the attic window, they could see that the line of people stretched for miles, their cars shiny, clustered, and abandoned on either side of the great mass. Passle grabbed his binoculars to look and, sure enough, beyond them on either side, the government and military were attempting to move through the blockage of machine and people with flashing lights and probably threats.

The day was sunny and beautiful. Birds sang, insects lazily flew about their business, and his animals were peaceful and content. But for Passle, Bev, and the gathered mob, The Great Eye of Fas was not benevolently gazing down upon them. And a giant eye – like the Eye of Fas – rested in the meadow beside a hillock.

There was a change in tempo for the mob along the fence and Passle moved to the other attic window to see what they saw.

A manned balloon, it’s great bellows flapping in the sunlight, moved toward the distant hillock. It positioned itself a bit of a distance from the great eye and, navigating the winds, began slowly turning wary, wide circles high above it. As if mindful that the great eye would suddenly spring off of the ground and zoom back to its rightful place.

The balloon appeared to be having some trouble maneuvering. The mob noticed, their murmuring turning to agitated shouts. Suddenly they began scrambling over the fence, running toward the great eye.

Late afternoon and the mob that stood in a great wide half moon around the eye waited. It was blasphemy to say that this seemingly dead thing was the Great Eye of Fas the Beloved, but everyone thought it.

What were they going to do if this was the Great Eye of Fas? Who would watch over them now? Who would see the evil and injustice in the world and mark it in memory for that one day when all would be raised from the living and the dead … and judged?

How could anyone be safe without Fas watching over all?

Pastor Klienz was there and he had his own fears. The Great Eye of Fas was not in the sky, and this giant eye sat on the ground. Even a child could make the connection. He had to take charge.

Pastor Klienz stepped forward out of the massive circle of people. Then careful not to turn his back upon the great eye even as he turned his face toward the mob, he cried out,

“This is a sign from The Great Eye of Fas our Beloved!”

His words broke the suspense and a multi-thousand throat sigh went out from the congregation. This was a Voice of Fas speaking to them. The ordained Voices of Fas could utter no blasphemy. Fears would be allayed. Now all would be made right.

Klienz winged it as he went, building a scaffold from memorized scripture.

“Rejoice for this great day!” Klienz shouted, loud enough to be heard by all gathered.

Now that he was speaking like this, reworking the foundation of canon, the pieces seemed to come together and refit in his mind.

“Blessed are the helpless, for they shall have the hands of their siblings!  Blessed are those who help the helpless, for their deeds shall be witnessed and transgressions forgiven!”

To Klienz, it was all starting to make sense. The words flowed and he felt himself believing as well. Still, he turned his face from the crowd and made a quick scan of the sky one more time, before he dared speak again.

“I tell you my siblings, that this is truly none other before us than the Great Eye of Fas the Beloved, Who Watches Over us All!”

At this, the revelation of every frightened thought in the minds of the gathered thousands, a tremendous gasp went up from the mob. At this moment of belief and blasphemy, they could become anything.

Clergy from other, larger splinters of churches, looked down from the balloon gondola. Upon hearing the voice of Pastor Klienz, controlling the mob’s confusion, the many ministers demanded a landing. If anyone was going to lead the masses, it would be them, not some local rube.

Then the ministers began bickering among themselves.

“Sacrilege! We should call down from our megaphones and deny the words of this Pastor!”

“No, the mob are listening to him. We should land first, approach the Pastor as colleagues, acquire his leadership, then turn the mob against him.”

Arrogant in their corrupt ambitions, they said all of this within earshot of the most devout among them: The Balloon Captain.

Within the cruelty of this world, so soon after the death of his wife and child, the only thing that kept the Captain’s soul together was his faith in the generous mercy and righteous justice of the Great Fas.

His fretful eyes more focused on the Great Eye below than his own instruments, the troubled Balloon Captain’s great faith was already upended from both the absence of Fas in the sky and a giant eye on the ground. Now as the clergy fought to turn this world crushing event to their gain, his crisis of faith was further shredded by their scurrilous arguments.

What then was this horrible day? Is this the death of God?

For the Most Righteous Ministers argued like mad criminals, concocting schemes, scams, lies, and crimes: Caring nothing for the never-prophesied Horror of an absent sky.

In a heart-breaking snap, everything the Balloon Captain ever knew or believed crashed all around him. His soul ached from the furious betrayal within the gondola and the insanity outside. What was there left of life if the Great Fas wasn’t watching over them all?

The silent Balloon Captain made his choice and steered away from the hillocks, toward the steep sharp edges of the Tower Mountains.

Meanwhile, Pastor Klienz testified before the masses.

“The Great Eye of Fas has come down among us to know our mercy and generosity of spirit! Fas has made Itself helpless before us, so that it may witness our strength. Come and be blessed by the help we offer It!”

Cautiously, faces skewed with questions, the mob moved forward.

“Come my dearly beloved siblings! Bring your hands forth! Do not be left behind! Happy are those who the Great Fas will witness! Release the generosity of our spirits! Accept Its offer of blessings seen!”

They all moved toward the giant eye, many weeping,  and their compassion welled tears in the eyes of Klienz.

This was truth coming from his lips! It had to be! He was but a vessel for the will and the unheard voice of the Great Fas!

Reaching out in their masses they touched the eye of God.

Hearts beating rapidly with an overwhelming joy none of them had ever experienced, they gingerly, carefully, moved beneath the Great Eye. It seemed to weigh almost nothing. It wasn’t billowy like a balloon. It was definitely solid, but under their thousands of hands, it was also light.

Pastor Klienz stood apart, crying openly as the Great Eye slowly lifted.

“Now!” he cried. “Launch!”

With the sound of a powerful “Whaugh!” the crowd moaned a chorus of exertion, giving their lift everything they could to send the Great Eye of Fas back to Its rightful place high above.

The Great Eye floated up, up, but did so slowly. Slower. Slower still, then came to a stop. It hovered over them, looking down at them even as they looked up at It.

It wasn’t the reaction Klienz expected and he suspected others felt the same. In a lower voice he intoned.

“My beloved siblings. If you ever wondered if your good deeds went unnoticed, let there be no doubt but that the Great Fas sees them now.”

The Great Eye began to move again. Somewhere in the distance echoed an explosive burst and the screams of dying clergy, but all beneath the eye paid no attention.

God was watching. And moving.

The giant eye floated over their heads as bits of debris it picked up from sitting on the ground, fell back. It wasn’t rising, and it approached the upward curve of the hillock until it softly bumped against the land once more.

Pastor Klienz found this worrisome, but he stayed on point with the sermon.

“Our great task is not over, my siblings. Helping the less fortunate is never easy, and the path to righteousness is difficult.”

He paused before saying, “So hold nothing back I Beg of you! Exert yourselves completely! Surrender all your strength! All your energy! Launch the Great Eye of Fas!”

Once again they assembled beneath It, fighting against gravity upon the steep slope of the curving hillock.

“Now!” Klienz commanded. “Launch!”

The mob pushed with a mighty “Augh!” as muscle screamed between flesh and bone. Once again the great eye floated upwards. Once again It slowly came to a stop. Not descending, but not rising.

As a group, they all cautiously lowered their arms, but they couldn’t take their attention from it. As one they all watched the eye that watched them.

Evening came and the stars glittered in the night. The long hours of suspenseful waiting were exhausting. No one had ate or drank. The military came and infiltrated but, to a soldier, they all were hushed and humbled by the unimagined, unknown, and unknowable: the seeming silent helplessness of God.

The great eye looked down upon them, at everyone and no one.

Hushed, every man, woman, and child, were left staggering and weak. Yet with every drop of energy left, all still bristled on the edge of the moment. Directly beneath the eye: closer to God than ever before, no one would dare be seen or found wanting. The attention of the Great Fas was never nearer, more acute. As one they were each ready to throw up their arms yet again, palms out, fingers spread. The long hours of night passed as they waited: thirsty, hungry, bloated with waste. Yet after all of this time, they held their horrified breath.

The Great Fas seemed to be floating okay this time. Not as high as It should be, and that was a concern. But the big questions right now were: Would It finally stay up there? Would It ascend to its proper place? And what would it mean…?

Oh Great Eye!

What would it mean if It did not?

END

Story by E.C. McMullen Jr.

Art: I See You. Artist: Filippo Borghi.


pb300Don’t be found wanting! Buy my book,
PERPETUAL BULLET: A Science Fiction Collection.
It’s a veritable trove of previously published Science Fiction Horror Thriller tales – plus bonus stories
Featuring: Weird Sex, True Love, Monsters and Mayhem!
Now on sale for $9.00 in Trade Paperback and in eBook for $1.99 and available for your Android Tablet, iPad, Kindle, Nook, and every other “E”!
Find it at (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Diesel, !ndigo, iTunes, KoboBooks, Smashwords, WHSmith, and more).
Buy the paperback at Amazon and the Kindle eBook is free!

Want more? Buy WILLOW BLUE. It’s my second collection of critically acclaimed Supernatural and Drama Thriller short stories with all of the Weird Sex, True Love, Monsters and Mayhem, you’ve come to expect (or should by now). Available in paperback for $8.00 or in Kindle for only $1.99. Buy the paperback at Amazon and the Kindle eBook is free! The tales will last you longer than latte!

Crave even more?

Look for my story Cedo Looked Like People, in the anthology, FEAR THE REAPER, edited by Joe Mynhardt. Available from Crystal Lake Publishing and available in Print for $12.99 or eBook for $2.99.

Also available from Crystal Lake Publishing, the film making guidebook, HORROR 201: The Silver Scream. Reap the rewards of movie making experience from the likes of Myself, as well as  John Carpenter, Tom Holland, Jeffrey Reddick, George A. Romero, Keith Arem, Richard Gray, also the late  Ray Bradbury, Wes Craven, plus many more. $19.99 in Print or $3.99 in eBook.


ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE DISPATCHER

ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE DISPATCHER
by E.C. McMullen Jr.
Copyright 2013

– *static* – Click! –

“Dispatch. I just found a pack of them, grouped by the south side entrance of the comic convention.”

“You fucking zombies.” I growled.

The second I hoisted my baseball bat, the zombie fell back shouting,
Girl: Hey! WAIT! It’s cosplay, stupid! I’m not a real zombie!
Me: That’s what they all say!
Girl: STOP! Listen! Zombies can’t talk!
Me: Then quiet, you!

*BASH!*

*BASH! BASH!*

*SPLUT!*

I fell back against the wall, panting from exertion as the rest ran away screaming. I’m alone to face the soul-searing horror of what I’m doing. Stopping the undead feels like I’m killing real people. You don’t get used to it, or at least, I can’t get used to it.

My soul? My human compassion? They are temblors running through my body, threatening to crumble me on the spot into a sobbing incoherent mess.

That’s a luxury.

I have to be iron, have to be strong or else I’ll be helplessly crying over what I’ve done; what I’m doing; what I have to do. When that happens, when you lose it, that’s when they’ll all come for you, mob you, overwhelm you, and make you one of them.

“God damn it they fucking move like us! Sound like us! They almost look like us!”

I can no longer afford Sorrow and remorse: Not if humanity is to survive. I woke  this morning surrounded by death. Everywhere I look the dead are rising. People I most treasured in the world, my wife and children, my family, all became monsters some time in the night. We are All Becoming Monsters.

This is not about me. There is no me now that everyone I loved is dead. This is about humanity. For that higher purpose there’s no time for hesitation or pity in a zombie apocalypse.

Because there are a whole lot more of them over THERE!

All of them shouting, “MADMAN!” “HE’S INSANE!” “RUN!”

– Click! – *static* –


pb300Want more? Get my book
PERPETUAL BULLET: A Science Fiction Collection

A trove of previously published Science Fiction Horror Thriller – plus bonus stories
Featuring: True Love, Weird Sex, Monsters and Mayhem!
Now on sale for $9.00 in Trade Paperback and in eBook for $1.99 and available for your Android Tablet, iPad, Kindle, Nook, and every other “E”!
Find it at (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Diesel, !ndigo, iTunes, KoboBooks, Smashwords, WHSmith, and more).
Buy the paperback from Amazon and get the kindle free!

Burning for more?

Look for my second collection, WILLOW BLUE and Other Stories
Five critically acclaimed tales featuring my literary twist on Weird Sex, True Love, Monsters and Mayhem! $8.00 for the paperback, $1.99 for the kindle reader or app. As always, buy the paperback from Amazon and get the kindle free!

Look for my story Cedo Looked Like People, in the anthology, FEAR THE REAPER, edited by Joe Mynhardt. Available from Crystal Lake Publishing and available in Print for $12.99 or eBook for $2.99.

Also available from Crystal Lake Publishing, the film making guidebook, HORROR 201: The Silver Scream. Reap the rewards of movie making experience from the likes of Myself as well as Ray Bradbury, John Carpenter, Wes Craven, Tom Holland, Jeffrey Reddick, George A. Romero, Keith Arem, Richard Gray, and many more. $19.99 in Print or $3.99 in eBook.


TOTAL REPAST

TOTAL RECALL, 1990. Carolco Pictures

TOTAL RECALL, 1990. Carolco Pictures

Cohaagen: “Hauser! Stop strangling yourself!”
Quaid: “BOT I CON’T BREADE!!!”
Cohaagen: “Because you’re digging your fingers into your windpipe! Just stop it!”
Quaid: “BOT I…! I… Oh. Huh!”
Cohaagen: “Better?”
Quaid: “Moch.”
Cohaagen: SHEESH! Here, have a Snickers.”
Quaid: “Vhy?”
Cohaagen: “Because you think you’re Quaid when you’re on Mars.”
Quaid: “Okay.”
Cohaagen: “Whoa! Wait! I almost gave you the Blue Snickers! We’d have to go through this bloody shoot ’em up shit all over again. Here. Take the Red Snickers.”
Quaid: “Nom.”
Cohaagen: “Better?”
Hauser: “Better. But what about all of those deformed people?”
Cohaagen: “Bah! They did it to themselves. Them and their 64 ounce sodas. I’ve since outlawed Big Gulps.”
Hauser: “Huh?”
Cohaagen: “For the sake of the children.”
Hauser: “Ah.”
Cohaagen: “Well that and we’re all space pioneers, terraforming the hostile environment of an alien planet. We knew the risks. Hell, I’ve had cancer three times now.”
Hauser: “Whoa!”
Cohaagen: “Yep. See the new growth right here?”
Hauser: “Hmm. It’s not a toomah. LOL”
Cohaagen (silent stare for a beat): “You know what? Eat the damn Blue Snickers.”

END

Story by E.C. McMullen Jr.

Still from the motion Picture, TOTAL RECALL


pb300Don’t forget to buy my book
PERPETUAL BULLET: A Science Fiction Collection.
It’s a veritable trove of previously published Science Fiction Horror Thriller tales – plus bonus stories
Featuring: Weird Sex, True Love, Monsters and Mayhem!
Now on sale for $9.00 in Trade Paperback and in eBook for $1.99 and available for your Android Tablet, iPad, Kindle, Nook, and every other “E”!
Find it at (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Diesel, !ndigo, iTunes, KoboBooks, Smashwords, WHSmith, and more).
Buy the paperback at Amazon and the Kindle eBook is free!

Want more? Buy WILLOW BLUE. It’s my second collection of critically acclaimed Supernatural and Drama Thriller short stories with all of the Weird Sex, True Love, Monsters and Mayhem, you’ve come to expect (or should by now). Available in paperback for $8.00 or in Kindle for only $1.99. Buy the paperback at Amazon and the Kindle eBook is free! The tales will last you longer than latte!

Crave even more?

Look for my story Cedo Looked Like People, in the anthology, FEAR THE REAPER, edited by Joe Mynhardt. Available from Crystal Lake Publishing and available in Print for $12.99 or eBook for $2.99.

Also available from Crystal Lake Publishing, the film making guidebook, HORROR 201: The Silver Scream. Reap the rewards of movie making experience from the likes of Myself, as well as  John Carpenter, Tom Holland, Jeffrey Reddick, George A. Romero, Keith Arem, Richard Gray, also the late  Ray Bradbury, Wes Craven, plus many more. $19.99 in Print or $3.99 in eBook.


COUNTDOWN TO COMIC-CON

pb300The San Diego Comic-Con begins with a premiere on Wednesday night and goes full throttle on Thursday, July 12!

This year I’ll be supporting my new eBook, PERPETUAL BULLET as well as Kelly Parks’ DRAWING DEAD and Jimmy Diggs’ SPOTLIGHT ON CRYPTO-HISTORY.

In support of writer and producer Kelly Parks, upcoming Horror Thriller movie, DRAWING DEAD, he and I will be in the autograph area of the Sail Pavilion at the convention center, Table AA20 .

DRAWING DEAD will star Doug Jones (PAN’S LABYRINTH, HELLBOY), Gary Graham (ALIEN NATION [TV], STAR TREK ENTERPRISE [TV], ROBOT JOX), and Chris Staviski (CHILLERAMA). It will be directed by Colin Cunningham (THE 6th DAY, STARGATE SG-1 [TV], Steven Spielberg’s FALLING SKIES [TV]).

DRAWING DEAD will also feature a score by Boris Zelkin (DEAD OF NIGHT, MIND GAMES, IF… DOG… RABBIT, UNIVERSAL DEAD), SFX Make-up by Johnnie Saiko (HELL COMES TO FROGTOWN, STARGATE, THE 6th DAY, AVPR: ALIENS VS PREDATOR: REQUIEM), and Art Direction by E.C. McMullen Jr (Yeah, dat’s right!). I also designed the marketing materials from cards to movie poster. Autographs will go from 10:00am to 2:30pm. Expect special guests and maybe even a few surprises!

Then it is PERPETUAL BULLET time!
From 1:30pm to 2:30pm, I’ll be away from the autograph area on the SELF-PUBLISHING: Exploring the E-Frontier. This will be in Room 4 of the convention center and will also feature Star Trek Deep Space Nine and Star Trek Voyager writer, Jimmy Diggs! Also onboard will be Babylon 5 and Sliders writer, Marc Zicree! The panel is moderated by writer Mark O’Bannon.

We will cover both indie writing for publishing as well as writing indie writing for movies. While on the panel, I’ll be there to support my eBook, PERPETUAL BULLET as well as Jimmy’s and my production of SPOTLIGHT ON CRYPTO-HISTORY.

For the rest of time, we will be enjoying the largest genre convention in the world!

WOO HOO! I LOVE the San Diego Comic-Con!