Wednesday, April 1, 2015

SKIPPER THE EYECHILD

 SKIPPER THE EYECHILD
"My name is Dr. Rick Dagless MD. Who would've thought that that giant eye was once a young man. The guy was undergoing experimental gamma ray treatment for mumps when the eyeball of a sex offender got in the reactor chamber with him. But if you sell your body for medical experiments to make a quick buck you've gotta roll with the punches. At least he was a peace now, on account of being dead."

"What I couldn't work out was how he'd managed to make another man pregnant. I guess we'd never know. So, just to restate that is something we'll never know, you're not gonna find out later."

"As I'm sure you people are aware Wonton's gamma radiation mumps program went west and created a horny giant eye on legs."

"Wonton has reason to believe that the giant eye might have fathered a child."

"Now, she's gone, I can think about the eyechild."

"Trust me it won't be harmed."

"It has a name! It's called Skipper."
Garth Marenghi's Darkplace, Skipper The Eyechild



Monday, March 30, 2015

FIGHT! Zine

So a quick update guys. My friend Jenn Woodall organized an amazing zine that features artists illustrating fighting females of their creation...Jeanne D'Angelo, Alan Brown, Patrick Carson Sparrow, Trevor Henderson, Kat Verhoeven, Zé Burnay, Andrea Kalfas, myself and a ton of other amazing artists contributed! However, she needs help with printing/shipping costs, so check out this Kickstarter! Some of the rewards include my Hecate and Circe prints! 

 
She actually reached her goal withing the first 48 hours! However, there's still time. 


You've probably seen this before but this is my piece. It's Nyarlathotep as the Queen In Red. I can't express how excited about this zine and being asked to be a part of it. Anyway, stay tuned for some great one off posts in April!


Friday, March 27, 2015

DOUGHY NIGHTMARE

 DOUGHY NIGHTMARE
"The hand retreated through the opening, scraping the edge, and a huge vague face peered down with eyes like blobs of dough."

"For the flood was composed of bodies which clambered over one another, clutching for the trapped rat. The rat was tearing at the pudgy hands, ripping pieces from the doughy flesh, but that seemed not to affect them at all. Huge toothless mouths gaped in the puffy faces, collapsed inward like senile lips, sucking loudly, hungrily. Three of the bloated heads fell on the rat, and she hear its squeals above their sucking."

"Great moist nostrils were dilating and vanishing in their noseless faces. Could they see her light with their blobs of eyes, or were they smelling her terror?"

"Once, delirious, she'd heard all the sounds around her grow stealthily padded, but this softness was far worse. She was trying both to stand back and to jab the lift button, quite uselessly; the doors refused to budge. The doughy shapes would pile in like tripe, suffocating her, putting out the flame, gorging themselves on her in the dark. The one that had ridden the lift was slithering down the outside to join them."

"Swollen hands were thumping them, soft fingers like grubs were trying to squeeze between them, but already the lift was sailing upward."

"The lift's doors opened, and the doughy face lurched in, its fat white blind eyes bulging, its avid mouth huge as a fist. It took her a moment prolonged as a nightmare to realize that it had been crushed between the lift and shaft - for as the doors struggled open, the face began to tear."
Ramsey Campbell, Down There


Thursday, March 26, 2015

MAGGOT FAMILIAR

MAGGOT FAMILIAR
"He was sure he hadn't turned here on his way to the dock; he would have noticed the row of whitish tires in the left-hand alley, tires stacked together like a pipe. In the intermittent moonlight they seemed to squirm restlessly, and he was glad he didn't have to pass them."

"He needed all his wits to figure out the way back, before the fitful moonlight convinced him that the whitish tires were squirming silently, mouth open, down the alley toward him. They looked rather large for tires."

"He closed his eyes and clung to the metal, then he recommenced climbing, mechanically but carefully. Matta's game had had something like a worm, a maggot, carved on the box-something fat and sinuous."

"He was still resting at the top of the ladder when the moon-colored fat-lipped mouth, yawning wide as its body and wider than his head, stooped toward him."
Ramsey Campbell, Playing the Game


Wednesday, March 25, 2015

BENIGHTED OFFSPRING III

BENIGHTED OFFSPRING III
"The third and last was worse still; the figure grovelling in the shadow of the tower - a shadow, Heather was eager to realise, that wouldn't have existed given the blackness of the sky - had an almost perfect child's face except for the single huge eye perched on top like an egg in a cup."
Ramsey Campbell, The Darkest Part Of the Woods

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

BENIGHTED OFFSPRING II

BENIGHTED OFFSPRING II 
"She attempted to ignore it while she scanned the text opposite, then snatched the page, only to reveal the drawing of a child with eyes swarming out of its honey-comb of a skull."
Ramsey Campbell, The Darkest Part Of the Woods


Monday, March 23, 2015

BENIGHTED OFFSPRING I

 
BENIGHTED OFFSPRING I
"It showed a small creature crouching on all fours beside a tower. Despite its lack of a mouth and its enormous eyes that looked trapped by an unnaturally lightless sky, it reminded her far too much of a toddler."
Ramsey Campbell, The Darkest Part Of the Woods