Russell Gayer, author speaker
Poetry, Horror, Psychological Thrillers
Stories From Within
Finding ways to make words sparkle
This is the blog of a woman who is seriously on the edge and I mean right ON the edge…no, not there… just a little bit further… further than that…no, further still…just a tiny bit more… just move slightly to the right a little…no, that’s too much…just move a tad to the left…that’s right, just there…now you’ve moved too far to the left… Damn, what part of the ‘on the edge’ do you not understand? Oh, and her matricidal boy genius, come devil spawn.
Or the three people I guilted into reading this blog, whatever.
Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional.
I may make you feel, but I can't make you think.
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And the worst things. And all that weird stuff in between.
Effluvia would make for a great band name.
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Hi Russell,
Don’t know why people didn’t loved the spider sandwich. They’re delicious. They taste just like Tyson chicken. Maybe they’re not cooking them right. You need to deep fry them in hog fat. Congrats on your big win in the flash fiction contest. I haven’t read it either, but from what I hear, your story was a lot more wholesome than the novel. Ron
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*Shudder* I love old castles and churches, but I think I’m in the “why the hell are we here” camp with your character. It’s all very cleverly depicted, as usual.
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Thanks, Jen. I had a line about a creepy kitchen, but had to cut it.
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Dear Russell,
I love your chainsaw picture. It is a definite case of 100-upmanship over the scalpel. Trouble with your work is….nothing. Another wild excursion into the dark, twisted and hilarious cavern between your ears. The sinkhole beneath the beel jar curve was a shiny little gem. Loving it.
Aloha,
Doug
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Russell, I think Grey Castle’s Spyder sandwich was a resounding flop because White Castle has cornered the market on inedible foodstuffs.
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I like the chainsaw, too! Congratulations on the prize and bragging rights! In your second paragraph, above the photo, “somethings” should be two words. Enjoyed your creepy trip into the bowels of the castle…I’m seeing a pattern here from the outhouse to the bowels of the castle. 🙂
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You’re right, Patti. I always have trouble with that word(s).
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Dear Russell,
Ack, I didn’t think about the competition in this year’s Flash contest. Oh well. To the victor go the spoils. (I’m still hopeful.) I’ll pass on the Spyder burger thankyouverymuch. Stellar and funny as always.
Shalom,
Florenda, Queen of Trees and not so white Castles
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That contest was last October at Ozark Creative Writer’s conference in Eureka Springs. Deadline for this year’s contest is August 31st. so you’ve still got time.
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I was actually thinking OWL, which I’ve entered this year. Wasn’t aware of OWC. Do you have to go to the conference? Right now I’m good to make OWL.
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No, you do not have to be present to win. It’s a rather small conference, but only 35 miles from my house.
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Tthe chainsaw is a bit of a worry. Weird guides…boiling caldrons…hamburgers… I think I’ll settle for a BTL and cappuccino at my favourite cafe thanks. Another tale of strange wackiness, based on and inspiring photo, which, as you say is thanks to Florenda the ex-trapeze artist 😀
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Oh Russell! How absolutely gruesome! a devilish story – only lost three guests in 20 years. Hmmm…
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Never caught on? I wonder why not. Good story Russell. Someone bought me a book called ‘fifty sheds of grey’, I never read it but I did look at a few of the pictures. 🙂
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You never fail to amuse me, even if I’m puzzled. We don’t have White Castle in my part of the world, but I hear tell they make some great little burgers. Without the spiders.
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They call their little mini-burgers Sliders, so the Grey Castle version had to be similar in name. Glad you enjoyed it, Erin.
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Well, I’m thoroughly disgusted, especially since I eat there three times a week but don’t get the spyderburger. Faked me out for sure, Russell, had no idea we were in a fast food place. How could it be if they’d only lost three people?
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ick.your character’s got some balls.i’d never go to such places.well done.and wow,congratulations!:-)
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Thanks, kz. I appreciate the Wow! don’t get many of those.
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So hilarious! Great set up and ghastly, surprise ending! I always look forward to Rochelle’s new identity every week, too. Look, now she was a circus performer!
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Yeah, it takes a lot of courage to run AWAY from the circus to become a WRITER (of all things). Their loss is our gain.
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Not so white…grey…ahahahahahahaha!
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What happened to the missing three? Love the chainsaw.
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Food poisoning
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Yick… this was dark (well at least a little shady)
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hahah! I’m still laughing about 50 sheds of gray! Did you really write that story? HA! Any story that makes me look up effluvia is . . . is . . . a miracle!
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