11.18.2014

Scary Movies

The past year the horror genre seems to have let down its beloved fans. Big Hollywood films getting by using simple story-lines, less appealing characters & going no where near above or beyond expectations. Still, as a fan-base we continue to watch these movies just hoping that it will gain some spark, interest or breath new life for future films or projects. Hoping to go home entertained & feel their hard earned money is well spent. Rather we are let down by most of the films that are talked up so much when the majority rarely ever live up to the hype. This past October was pretty crappy for horror fans. I remember some of the best times seeing a good horror flick was of course a given during October. Fans honestly got nothing new except for one of the worst films I’ve seen in a while Annabelle. I feel the film could have been so much better than it was in all honesty. I didn’t expect much truth be told, but I still thought it would bring some good edges. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Annabelle the doll itself is just plain boring, she doesn’t have a personality, nor any character, she’s visually just scary you could say. The whole film felt very rushed & forced. I hope 2015 has a lot more in store for horror fans, it seems like indie-horror is really taking over which is awesome.
Annabelle

Don’t Forget Him(shortstory)Writer:Chaz Weisenstein

horror, Memories, review, Short Stories, slasher

It’s the big day of the 6th grade field trip at Cambridge Way Middle School. Everyone was enjoying the most beautiful weather filled full of joy as the students got seated on the bus. You knew in your heart that your life would change forever after today. As you sat in your seat by yourself closely analyzing all the faces that put you to shame. Constantly being picked on by everyone, followed by being called the nastiest names for no apparent reason made you despise your entire class. Today was different though, no one seemed to put much focus on you for once as all the kids were interested in the field trip. Headphones blaring and not giving a fuck on what will end up happening today. Prepared and focused as the lyrics imprinted your mind, this was destined to happen leaving no regrets behind. As you slowly unzipped your book bag, drawing much attention to the students you simply nod to them. Without hesitation you scramble out your fathers .40 S&W, full magazines locked and loaded as you start dismembering your fellow class with 40 rounds of lead. Gun powder filled the air, as 15 bodies lay flattened on bus #165. You could see movement as some students were still some what breathing, putting a stop of that by slicing each and everyone of their throats one by one. The music was louder and you couldn’t stop, hatred filled your veins as you left every spec of anger on that bus. Taking the life’s of every student or teacher that ever talked down upon you, making you feel weak and hopeless at ever being excepted. Windows were drenched with large amounts of blood, 15 life’s were taken. Sitting in everyone’s blood with a smirk, sirens neared but you didn’t care.

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