New! AUTOPSY, s Short Horror Story by Linda Mooney Writing as Gail Smith

 

New!

AUTOPSY

A Short Horror Story

by Linda Mooney writing as Gail Smith

They were tasked with finding out what was causing the dead to reanimate. 

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New! UNCLE BUFORD'S WORLD FAMOUS BAR-B-QUE, a Short Horror Story by Linda Mooney Writing as Gail Smith

 

New!

UNCLE BUFORD'S WORLD FAMOUS BAR-B-QUE

A Short Horror Story 

by Linda Mooney writing as Gail Smith

On their way to Boston, Jeff and June stopped at the rundown-looking establishment sitting off on the side of the road because they were both hungry and intrigued by its sign.

To their surprise, the food was as good as advertised. They just weren't ready for the "after taste".      

Excerpt and Buy Links: Uncle Buford's World Famous Bar-B-Que

New! BREAKFAST WITH EMORY, a Short horror Story by Linda Mooney Writing as Gail Smith

  

New!

BREAKFAST WITH EMORY

A short horror story

by Linda Mooney writing as Gail Smith

For more years than I can count, Old Man Hunley came into the store every morning for breakfast. He always bought the same thing--a quart of milk and two pieces of toast from Mom. Then he'd go sit at his favorite table in the corner, pull a package wrapped in wax paper from out of his pocket, put the contents on the toast, and make a sandwich out of it.  

That was Emory Hunley's routine for years, day in and day out, regardless of the weather, until the morning came when he didn't show.      

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New! EYE SCREAM, In 13 Deliciously Terrifying Flavors by Linda Mooney writing as Gail Smith

 

New!

EYE SCREAM

In 13 Deliciously Terrifying Flavors

by Linda Mooney writing as Gail Smith

Word Count:  24.7K

$2.99 e / $6.99 p

Stories include:

Chocolate - Chocolate can kill a dog. That gave Weston an idea.

Butter Pecan - It's been a long time since Iris indulged in her favorite flavor.

Pistachio - Mr. Finchner swore he had to eat pistachio ice cream every day...or else.

Cookies 'n Cream - Claudia accepts a last-minute babysitting job.

Vanilla - Fr. Barnabas is called to an orphanage to discover which child has been possessed.

Rocky Road - Lyle risked visiting that one house on Halloween.

Strawberry - Three close friends go looking for a night of fun.

Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough - Revenge is a dish best served cold.

Birthday Cake - Tad has a unique way of celebrating his girlfriend’s birthday.

Butterscotch - They were a perfect match in every way.

Neapolitan - Her future depended on which flavor she chose.

Mint Chocolate Chip - All because of a million- dollar life insurance policy.

Coffee - She couldn't remember why she'd forgotten how much she loved that flavor, until it was almost too late.

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New! THE 12 DAYS OF DEATHMAS, a Collection of Holiday Horror

 

THE 12 DAYS OF DEATHMAS
A Collection of Holiday Horror
by Linda Mooney writing as Gail Smith
Word Count:  30.9K
$2.99 e / $10.99 p

Stories include:

1st Day, The Tree - Anders swore he'd cut down his own tree this year, even if it killed him.

2nd Day, The Doves - Kelly's abusive husband couldn't tolerate the birds crapping on his car.

3rd Day, The Hens - Eris's mother-in-law offers to make her and Jessup a Christmas Eve meal to remember.

4th Day, The Birds - Mackie assures Gennie that the dead birds the cat was bringing her were meant to be a present.

5th Day, The Rings - Ricky tells his parents a bad Santa came to visit him and demanded the boy give him five gold rings.

6th Day, The Geese - They say geese can be mean-spirited. Daisy discovers why.

7th Day, The Swans - Alice found an old Victrola in her grandparents' attic. It was the music it played that horrified her.

8th Day, The Milk - Dara and her sister wonder why everything has the same expiration date.

9th Day, The Ladies - Careen couldn't figure out why her daughter no longer wanted the "nine dancing ladies" dolls for Christmas.

10th Day, The Leapers - Vina's daughter asks for more salt to finish the ten circles she's pouring in her bedroom.

11th Day, The Pipers - Macy noticed that one of the pipers on display is missing...but not for long.

12th Day, The Drums - Jayne gets to the point where she can no longer stand the relentless pounding in her skull.

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New! THE DRAIN, a Paranormal Horror Short Story

 

New!

THE DRAIN
Paranormal Horror Short Story
by Linda Mooney writing as Gail Smith
Word Count:  5.7K
$0.99 e

It was meant to be a long weekend, semi-vacation at their favorite tourist trap, New York City.

You've heard the old wives' tales of alligators in the sewers?  What the Duchins discovered was much, much worse. 

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New! THE DEVIL'S BREW, a Horror Short Story by Gail Smith

 

New!

THE DEVIL'S BREW
Paranormal Horror Short Story
by Linda Mooney writing as Gail Smith
Word Count:  5.8K
$0.99 e

Vicky thinks her sister is unintentionally summoning the dark forces. Susan thinks Vicky's beliefs are sheer nonsense.

One of them is wrong.

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New and FREE! RED RACING STRIPES, a Horrific Short Story

RED RACING STRIPES
A horrific short story
by Linda Mooney writing as Gail Smith
Word Count:  2.6K
$.00 e
Free and only available on my website!

All he wanted was a little paint modification for his new car.

 EXCERPT:   

           “But I want that car.” He emphasized each word very clearly, very distinctly.

            “Sir,” the salesman began again, leaning over his black Lucite and chrome desk. “As I’ve said before, you can have the car. I would love to sell you the car, but it must be as is. The model does not come with the option for additional decoration.”

            Rolling his eyes, Deems tried to compromise. “Surely there is somebody in your body shop who can do a decent paint job? Hell and damnation! How much trouble can it be to add a few simple racing stripes?” Feeling the heat rise up into his face, he realized he needed to calm down or his doctor would double up the dosage on his blood pressure medicine.

            “If I’m gonna pay a hundred and eighty-eight thousand for a car, the least you can do is get some red paint and put two or three of those real pretty, skinny lines all the way down the sides, just above the fender line. Crap, I’d do it myself but I haven’t got a real steady hand. Not at my age, anyway.” And I’m too damn old for all this nonsense, too, Deems thought as he pulled a hand across his forehead.

            The salesclerk stood up. “Look, do you mind if I go talk with my manager for a minute?” The impasse had to end somewhere, and it was obvious it was going to take the intervention of someone higher up before any further progress could be made.

             “Please do!” Deems snapped. “And if he won’t agree to my request, I’ll want to have a talk with him myself!” he yelled at the retreating back. “Haven’t you people ever heard the phrase ‘the customer is always right’?”     

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New! BLOOD TENDERLY, a Paranormal Horror Romance by Linda Mooney Writing as Gail Smith

BLOOD TENDERLY
Paranormal Horror Romance

by Linda Mooney (writing as Gail Smith)
Word Count:  11K
$1.99 e / $6.99 p

With the cold weather quickly setting in, Lark is trying to ensure she has what she needs to make it through another bone-chilling winter in the cabin in the woods, but something has decided to pay her a visit. The question is, who? Or better yet, what?

There is a human invading his sanctuary, and he is determined to get rid of her. Humans in the past have left of their own accord, but not without a threat from him. However, this one is proving difficult. But she’ll go. One way or another, he will make her.

The thing is demanding that Lark leave, but she has nowhere to go. No one who cares.  So she's determined to stand her ground.

After all, what does she have to lose, besides her life?

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New! SILENT NIGHT, FINAL NIGHT, a Christmas Horror Story

SILENT NIGHT, FINAL NIGHT
A Christmas Horror Story

by Linda Mooney writing as Gail Smith

Word Count:  20.3K
$1.99 e 

A family on the run, searching for food, shelter, and others not infected.

A plague is wiping out the population, stealing the humanity from people and turning them into monsters. Kem and Armand are willing to do whatever it takes to protect their daughter and survive. Nothing is promised, not life, not their next meal, not even a decent night’s rest.

The quality of life is quickly diminishing. How much is too much? How long until the fight for survival is no longer worth it, and it’s time for a dignified end rather than a slow, painful death?

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I'm Clearing Out All My Back Issues!

For the next few days I'll be uploading the covers of all the back issues of horror magazines I've been collecting over the years. Titles included are FANGORIA, RUE MORGUE, PENNY BLOOD, GOREZONE, SHIVERS, CEMETERY DANCE, and many others. Check back daily to see what's new! 

All mags are $3 each USD, plus media mail shipping. If you're interested, you can check out the list here. Email me or comment here if you have a question about the contents or availability of a particular issue. 

Thanks!

Now Available! CANCELLATION, a Horrific Short Story by Gail Smith

Now Available!

CANCELLATION 
A horrific short story 
by Linda Mooney 
Writing as Gail Smith 
Music And Press 
ISBN 978-1-941321-43-0 
Word Count:  2.2K 
$.99 

A young woman discovers the penalty for having excessive non-payments to her credit card company.

Excerpt:

           Several things battered my abused senses all at once—the slatted bench I was sitting on, the black and white checkerboard floor tile under my feet that was smeared with redness, the blood dripping from my fingertips and watchband. A piece of something hanging from the tip of my nose. Images floated around me half-noticed, unimportant.

            A tissue dabbed at my face. When it pulled away, I saw it was spotted with blood. Voices faded in and out.

            “I don’t know how—”

            “Have you talked to any of the other eyewitnesses?”

            “Oh, God, I can’t believe it! Oh, God. Oh, my God!” This last voice was soft, very soft, and full of raw horror. Then I realized it was mine.               
            “...exploded, Officer. Blooey!”

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Re-released! E I E I O, a Story of Cannibalistic Horror by Gail Smith

Re-released!

E I E I O
A Story of Cannibalistic Horror
by Linda Mooney
Writing as Gail Smith
Music And Press
ISBN 978-1-941321-28-7
Word Count: 12.1K
$1.99

Old MacDonald had a farm, E I E I O

And on this farm he had some pigs, E I E I O

With a hack hack here, and a chop chop there,

Here a shriek, there a scream

Everywhere the blood streams...                                           

Old MacDonald had a farm, E I E I O

In rural Georgia in 1948, a man was lucky to get any kind of work.  Which was why Cletus Pink felt he'd been blessed when an old farmer named MacDonald offered him a job.  But what was making the horrific sounds coming from the main house?  Worse, why was there always fresh blood oozing out from underneath the kitchen's back door?

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Re-release! THE TUB, an Erotic Tale of Paranormal Horror

Re-released!

THE TUB
An Erotic Tale of Paranormal Horror
by Linda Mooney
writing as Gail Smith
Music And Press
ISBN: 978-1-941321-27-0
Word Count:  7.2K

$.99

Amanda Storey was sent by her company to a tiny rural town to convince the community that having a chain mega-supermarket built there would be a boon to their economy and job market.

 

She never showed up for the town hall meeting, even though the company insists she was scheduled to be there.  The motor inn where she had reservations claimed she never checked in, and police have not found any trace of her body or her car.

This is what really happened.

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Now Available in Audio Book! JOURNAL, a Novella of Zombie Horror, Narrated by Linda Mooney

Now available in Audio Book!

JOURNAL
A Novella of Zombie Horror
by Gail Smith (Linda Mooney w/a)
Narrated by Linda Mooney

One woman's struggle to survive in a world gone DEAD.

Something has happened to the world, and now the living are gradually becoming the living dead. This is the story of one woman's struggle to live a life that has no future.

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Re-release! CODE 30, a Trio of Paranormal Horror Stories by Gail Smith

Re-released!

CODE 30

A Trio of Paranormal Horror Stories

by Linda Mooney, writing as Gail Smith

Word Count: 33.6K

2.99

Hi. My name is Alexis Hembree, and I’m a cop. My partner and I are good at our jobs, except we don’t tend to work what others would call a “normal” beat. For some reason we draw evil to us like flies to sugar.

Sometimes there are things in this world we can’t explain or anticipate. But when they cross that line between their existence and ours, when they show up, we have to deal with them as best we can.

Some cops fight criminals. We fight something that never should have existed.

303 Lexington St.
It was a crack house. Except, in this case, drug dealers went in but they didn’t come out. Not alive, anyway, but in body bags. What’s more, if everyone who went inside ended up being shredded to death, who was doing the killing?

Georgie Porgie
The killer targeted women. Young, old, prostitutes, business women, it didn’t matter. One moment they would be walking down the sidewalk in the middle of town, and the next what was left of their bodies would be found in a nearby alleyway. Devoured. That’s why I had to be the next one to walk the streets. To draw out whoever was doing this. To be his next victim.

The Goodbye
He murdered young girls by crucifying them with ice picks. He was slick, elusive, and heading for our city. My partner and I were damned and determined this murderer would get no further. Unfortunately I couldn’t keep my head on the job. Neither could I ignore the weird-ass dreams I was having about this deviate. This case was becoming more personal, more foreboding, and more dangerous with each passing day. And there was no damn way I could avoid what I dreamed would be the final outcome.

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Re-released! EENIE MEENIE, a Horrific Short Story by Gail Smith

Re-released!

EENIE MEENIE
A Horrific Short Story
by Linda Mooney writing as Gail Smith
Music And Press
ISBN 978-0-9914081-5-3
Word Count: 3.3K
0.99

Something lives in the big black plastic garbage bag. Something that isn't human. Something that depends on the goodwill of others to provide it with food. Fortunately, it's not particular if its meal is dead, long dead...or alive.

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Giveaway #8 - A Choice of Horror Books

 The 12 Giveaway Days of Christmas - Giveaway #8
Now for something a little bit different, I'm giving away one of my horror books.  Winner gets to pick which one they would like.  To win, all you have to do is post a comment, then check back tomorrow evening to see if your name was selected!

Good luck!

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CODE 30
supernatural horror
from Red Rose Publishing
http://redrosepublishing.com/books/product_info.php?manufacturers_id=272&products_id=279
(ebook) ISBN# 978-1-60435-686-1
Word Count: 33.3K

Hi. My name is Alexis Hembree, and I’m a cop. My partner and I are good at our jobs, except we don’t tend to work what others would call a “normal” beat. For some reason we draw evil to us like flies to sugar.

Sometimes there are things in this world we can’t explain or anticipate. But when they cross that line between their existence and ours, when they show up, we have to deal with them as best we can.

Some cops fight criminals. We fight something that never should have existed.

303 Lexington St.
It was a crack house. Except, in this case, drug dealers went in but they didn’t come out. Not alive, anyway, but in body bags. What’s more, if everyone who went inside ended up being shredded to death, who was doing the killing?

Georgie Porgie
The killer targeted women. Young, old, prostitutes, business women, it didn’t matter. One moment they would be walking down the sidewalk in the middle of town, and the next what was left of their bodies would be found in a nearby alleyway. Devoured. That’s why I had to be the next one to walk the streets. To draw out whoever was doing this. To be his next victim.

The Goodbye
He murdered young girls by crucifying them with ice picks. He was slick, elusive, and heading for our city. My partner and I were damned and determined this murderer would get no further. Unfortunately I couldn’t keep my head on the job. Neither could I ignore the weird-ass dreams I was having about this deviate. This case was becoming more personal, more foreboding, and more dangerous with each passing day. And there was no damn way I could avoid what I dreamed would be the final outcome.

JOURNAL
zombie horror and the apocalypse
from Amazon
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B003OIBGYY
Word Count: 25.5K

The handwritten account of one woman's struggle to survive in a world gone DEAD.

Something has happened to the world, and now the living are gradually becoming the living dead. This is the story of one young woman's struggle to live a life that has no future.



ISABELLLA
zombie horror
from Amazon
http://www.amazon.com/Isabellla-ebook/dp/B003YOSC40
Word Count: 16K

Four years ago Byron Shales was a manager for a department store. Now he hunts down and captures the newly zombie-fied dead, and resells them at auction to the highest bidder. What his buyers do with them after the sale is finalized is none of his business, and frankly he couldn’t care less.

His beliefs and apathy come to a sickening halt when he elects to keep one young woman for himself, and discovers that all his pre-conceived notions about these non-living creatures have been a lie. In fact, the truth about Rothsburg’s Disease may be more horrifying than the flesh-eating creatures it infects.

CODE 30, my horror novella, is also at Fictionwise and Amazon!

CODE 30, my paranormal horror novella written under my pseudonym Gail Smith, also hit Fictionwise this week.  So for a limited time it's also 15% off!

Plus it's now available on Amazon for Kindle!

Check it out!

http://www.fictionwise.com/ebooks/b114492/?si=0

http://www.amazon.com/Code-30-ebook/dp/B003XKNGEG

Now Available! ISABELLLA, a Tale of Paranormal Horror

Now Available!
ISABELLLA
A tale of paranormal horror
by Gail Smith
(Linda Mooney w/a)

Four years ago Byron Shales was a manager for a department store. Now he hunts down and captures the newly zombie-fied dead, and resells them at auction to the highest bidder. What his buyers do with them after the sale is finalized is none of his business, and frankly he couldn’t care less.

His beliefs and apathy come to a sickening halt when he elects to keep one young woman for himself, and discovers that all his pre-conceived notions about these non-living creatures have been a lie. In fact, the truth about Rothsburg’s Disease may be more horrifying than the flesh-eating creatures it infects.

http://www.lindamooney.com/Isabellla.htm

And available on Kindle!  http://www.amazon.com/Isabellla-ebook/dp/B003YOSC40

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EXCERPT:

Taking the snare pole in both hands, he took several steps into the room. Habit made him double-check the corners for signs of another one of those things. A good trapper had to keep an extra pair of eyes in the back of his head if he wanted to live long enough to spend his money.

Glancing back at the girl, Byron saw she had gotten to her feet, but she remained where she was. If he didn’t know any better, he would swear she wasn’t in any hurry to attack him.

"What’s the matter? Why won’t you come over here and take a bite? Huh?" He held out an arm in invitation. "Come on. Here it is. All nice and warm and juicy. Bet you’d love to take a chunk out of it, wouldn’t you? Well, come on!" He gave his arm a little wiggle. "Come one and try."

The creature looked at his arm, then back at him. She took a tentative step toward him. Byron took an identical step backwards.

"That’s right. Come and get it. It’s full of warm blood, and I bet you’re hungry, aren’t you?"

She took a second step, which he echoed in reverse, but her gaze wasn’t on the tempting arm he was baiting her with. She was watching him. As ridiculous as it appeared, it was like she was wary or something. Byron shook his head. No way, man. No fucking way.

He grabbed the snare pole with both hands and played out more of the wire. The creature stopped. One of her hands reached for her throat, and he nearly dropped his jaw.
It was starting to be too goddamn freaky.

"What’s with you, for Christ’s sake? What’s with the hesitation? You’re acting like you have intelligence, and we both know that can’t be true. You’ve been dead now for, what? A few days at the most. Not more than a week. You’re fresh. I gotta hand you that, but your brain’s been rotting inside your skull all that time. There’s no way you could be thinking, much less anticipating me."

He took another step, and this time the girl took a step backwards.

"Fuck!"

Enough of this bullshit, Shales! Get her!

Determined to end this imaginary stalemate, Byron strode over and slipped the noose over the thing’s head, pulling it tight as he gripped the end of the pole.

She didn’t struggle.

She didn’t howl.

She didn’t fight him or the noose.

Byron stared in shock at the creature. He had been hunting zombies for nearly four years, and nothing had prepared him for this. No other undead had acted this way, and those dead things were as predictable as night and day.

He tugged on the pole. The creature didn’t react one way or another. Byron frowned. Maybe her attack button was missing. That, or she never had one. Or it had rotted away.

Something flashed at the corner of his eye. The setting sun reflected off something like a window in the distance. The distraction reminded him he was wasting time. Plus it was a good three miles to the compound if he wanted to get there before the gates were closed for the night.

Pulling on the pole, he watched as the girl reluctantly took a step forward. Then another. Gradually, she followed him outside and to the truck. The entire time her hands remained dangling by her sides.

Once they reached the pickup, he debated whether to slam her up against the board of nails so he could cuff her. To his shock, he saw the creature’s eyes look over at the thirteen-by-seventeen piece of wood attached to the side of the vehicle before she glanced up at him. Warning bells were going off in his head, but at that moment he was totally dumbfounded.

"Shit. Don’t tell me you don’t want to be pinned. Is that it?"

Christ, why was he even asking her? She was dead! She had no brain function anymore. Therefore she couldn’t think, and she damn sure couldn’t be dreading what was about to happen to her! She was already dead, for fuck’s sake! What could be worse?

"Fuck this," he muttered, dragging her to the tailgate. He grabbed a pair of cuffs out of the toolbox and jammed the end of the snare pole underneath the ramp. "All right, girlie. Let’s see if you fight me now."