ASSBITERS FROM HELL - BY TERRI DELCAMPO & BLAZE MCROB

 

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B071WHW94N/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i46

Terri DelCampo and Blaze McRob have brought you a collection of horror stories to make you squirm and itch in anticipation of the infestation to come. Assbiters From Hell has bugs you have never seen before. Where have they come from? C'mon, dearie, you know they're not from Heaven.

Blaze McRob

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Book description:

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Cricket's chirp brings comfort and luck.

Horny frats will even bugs fuck.

Night-night! Don’t let bedbugs…mate!

If they do, it will seal earth's fate.

Grasshoppers have serious dragon breath.

War within war humbles humans to death.

The war is on to dominate earth.

Insect key rings new protectors birth.

How far will a lonely woman go?

Clever idea provokes new foe.

Flies get murderous for a meal.

Acid shit makes human meat like veal.

Terri DelCampo and Blaze McRob

Offer ass-biting insects that do the job.

They'll tenderize you and chomp away,

And fly off to find more humans to flay.

Be careful when you turn off, the light;

You never know when they'll come to bite

You right in the ass, so get that swatter

And can of Raid, or prepare to totter

On the brink of death, the edge of hell;

The bugs will nudge you and swore you fell.

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Poem and cover art by Terri DelCampo.

WALLKILL LAGOON - BY BLAZE MCROB

 

https://www.patreon.com/posts/wallkill-lagoon-43086321

https://www.patreon.com/Blaze_McRob

Wallkill Lagoon, by Blaze McRob, is a short story that tells you the unknown can exist anywhere. Take for example the Wallkill River, a rather unpretentious river in an area traveled by many. Yet there are urban legends surrounding what lives within its depths. Truth? Fiction? Read my story and see for yourself.

Here are the opening paragraphs of my tale:

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The humidity is overpowering on this hot August night. All the weather indicators were for a much more temperate evening, but Mother Nature doesn't listen to the prognosticators of highs and lows and which fronts are supposed to move in. She's fickle and does what she damned well wants to.

There is not so much as a wisp of a breeze, and the air carries nary a sound of the usual bullfrog concert present on most evenings like this. But . . . there is a decided uneasiness to the lagoon that goes beyond the silence. This section of the Wallkill River is an anomaly to the upper reaches of the waterway which are usually swift as most trout streams are. Off to the side of the main current resides a back-water slough which drops off into the depths of a pool of water so deep and dark as to render any kind of visibility impossible.

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Is your curiosity piqued? Come along for a trek into the unknown. 

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Wallkill Lagoon, and much more, can be found on my Patreon page. You'll find a welcome home there.

Blaze McRob