James Ward Kirk is gone, leaving a silence no words can fill. He built worlds from darkness, gave voice to shadows, and reminded us that even horror has a heart. Today, we grieve not only the man, but the stories that will never be told again. Rest In Peace, James, Editor – Publisher – Friend
Join James Ward Kirk for a guided tour through a nightmare exhibition of misanthropy, murder and mayhem. Dreams for some, nightmares for others, these stories explore an impressive variety of thematic territory, and makes the perfect accompaniment for your next involuntary commitment.
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…
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…
Pandora’s Box James Ward Kirk Loving the blush of fame glowing from her merry clitoris and hard nipples, without thought of the dark haired man laying sleeping in the tangled sheets on the bed, or her man at home with the gold wedding band, Pandora slipped into her silk pink thong. Pandora loved her body,…