– “A Buffet of tales to ease all your dark and twisted cravings”
Benjamin X. Wretlind is known for writing outside the box, whatever that box happens to be. In this collection of fourteen short stories, his talent for the bizarre, the horrific, and even the soft and quiet is put on display for you to analyze. Some of these stories have been published in magazines like The Horror Express, All Hallows, Horror Carousel and the Bare Bones anthology series, while others have never been published before.
Covering ground from 1991 until 2006, each story is forwarded by Benjamin’s own short take on why or how it was written. If you’re looking for a literary smörgåsbord, this collection is right for you.
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My history may have formed who I am, but it does not define me. Should a person be judged by their past if their present is so much different?
Case in point: the Great Pyramid was built on a foundation. At some point, some engineer had to say “let us dig a really big hole and start putting down big blocks of stuff. It’ll look ugly…up until the point it does not look ugly anymore.” In the first few years of construction, the Great Pyramid was likely an eyesore. An onlooker might have said: “That’s hideous.” A more astute onlooker might have said something about beauty taking time or patience and all that sort of nonsense that doesn’t make the first onlooker any less likely to think the big hole in the ground with the big blocks all around it doesn’t look hideous.
And then, one day, the Pyramid is done. The workers are buried in mass graves or fed to crocodiles and the Pharaoh is placed inside the tomb, his brain removed through his nostrils, his body wrapped in cloth in the hopes he doesn’t rot too much. The astute onlooker says “I told you so” while the first onlooker says he still thinks it looks ugly, but he’s happy there are no dead bodies lying around. All that is progress–a fluid flow from idea to construction to finished product.
So it is with writers…or at least myself. In the first years of my writing experience, there were dead bodies and a big hole in the ground. As I evolved past the birth of an idea and learned about grammar and style, about form and function, about sentence construction and paragraph deconstruction, I built upon those dead bodies and filled in that big hole with blocks. It’s taken a few years, the crocodiles are fat and the pyramid of writing is not yet complete. In truth, it probably won’t be complete until I am ready to have my brain pulled out my nostrils and mummified with all of my creative work. These stories represent blocks in my Great Pyramid of writing. Some are at the bottom, some near the middle.
I hope you enjoy…unless you don’t and then that’s okay, too.
WHERE TO GET IT:
From Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/149226637X/
From Smashwords (for the Sony eReader, iTunes, etc.): https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/53061