James Ward Kirk Fiction Presents Indiana Crime 2012 When I eased my black ’65 Lincoln Continental up to the curb outside James Ward Kirk’s House of Horrors I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. I mean, this was the man behind the Indiana Horror and Indiana Science Fiction anthologies, with a pretty solid reputation for…
James Ward Kirk Fiction Presents Go to Hell! How often have you heard that phrase used? It’s one of the worst things to say to one of our fellow human beings with connotations of fearful, miserable and prolonged pain, either physical or psychological. Hell, that concept of a place of eternal damnation, where pitchfork wielding…
James Ward Kirk Fiction presents Grave Robbers Grab your lamp and your shovel, for tonight we seek the riches of the dead, the stuff they took along, but for which they really no longer have need. The work is heavy and sweat drip-drips on ancient wood, twinge of fear, is a caretaker around? Or do…
James Ward Kirk Fiction News Christine Sutton, William Cook, Paula D. Ashe, and Murphy Edwards will each be contributing a novella for a collection titled Four Ghosts to be published by JWKFiction later this summer. The premise for each novella is a ghost story about redemption. The character has done something bad, really bad, but not necessarily murder. How the ghosts accomplish their…
We all die. Death is inescapable and no one ever returned to tell us about it. The cold dark void that awaits us all, a terrifying prospect that most people fear and some may welcome like a long lost friend. But is it really the end? What wonders might lie beyond that final horizon, what…
The train rides, from city to city, from village to village, through states, across rivers and mountains. If only it could tell its tales of grisly murder, of demonic pacts, black holes into different dimensions and portals to other realms where the ghosts of train robbers hunt in perpetuity for that elusive bullion filled carriage…
By: Apple Ardent Scott I was hungry and Murphy was dying. Memories of the ancient days when I hunted freely and without pity aroused a sweet melancholy, and I imagined squelching his flesh between my fingers and extruding his savory soul from his veins. A familiar, bitter hunger rose in my throat, the unfortunate…
By: Chantal Noordeloos Not often did a trial horrify Judge Marie St Jacques, but the case of Fleur Bellecourt caused her flesh to hurt. Plainly the woman had murdered her eldest daughter, Sara. The photograph of the victim portrayed a pretty seven year old girl with big grey eyes, black curls and bleached death. Bellecourt…
This is an old favorite of mine. I hope you enjoy it. James Ward Kirk Cletus Givens, an ox of a man, and hairy like a bear, credited his mighty physique to the cutting down of trees to build his home, barn, chicken coop, wood for his fireplace, and to his father and…
(this story is actually over twenty years old and was written for a writing contest at the polytechnical I attended. It did very well in that contest.) Mike Jansen Short and careful my steps through the rubble of Indianapolis, past waste of a million people. I don’t have to search for long, the smell of…
