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“Reality… What a Concept!” is the title of the 1979 comedy recording from the late, always great Robin Williams. Williams was also quoted as having said, “Reality is just a crutch for people who can’t cope with drugs.”
Edgar Allen Poe expressed, “Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.”
C. S. Lewis stated, “Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives have already become.”
Friedrich Nietzsche said, “Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.”
And finally Albert Einstein stated, “Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.”
Although there are natural rules, which govern the world in which we exist, in truth, everyone’s personal impression of their reality is somewhat different. By natural rules, I don’t mean regulations made by man but factors dictated by our surroundings. For example, the existence of the force we call gravity. You may choose to not believe in the law of gravity. Nevertheless, your personal beliefs are of little consequence if you are plummeting toward the earth at full speed without a parachute.
Every one of us has a slightly different take on what we perceive our individual realities to be. You may see a busker standing on the street corner dressed in old worn clothing playing a beat up guitar and singing for a few tips tossed into a tattered open guitar case. You might feel sorry for him. You may assume he must have fallen on hard times. You might even feel guilty because you have a job, which earns you a great deal of money and allows you to afford the finer things in life. You guess that he had some sort of breakdown, which caused him to lose touch with reality and has put him in this dire situation.
On the contrary, the busker may see you rushing by in a hurry to make your first meeting of the day. He sees your fine clothing and the permanent scowl of tension creased on your face. He may feel sorry for you because you are still part of in the proverbial rat race, the same rat race he managed to escape several years earlier. He is happy now because he has shed all of the so-called trappings of the world and now feels he is freer than he has ever been in his life. He may even feel guilty because he has so much freedom while you remain chained to your false sense of reality. Same situation but seen from two different perspectives. Neither one is either correct or incorrect. Neither view changes the scene in any way. It’s all just a matter of perception. I’m sure you’ve heard the saying “perception is reality.”
However, personal interpretations aside, what would happen if reality, actual reality, those concrete natural laws somehow became so twisted and so malformed that reality as we knew it no longer could be thought of as reality at all? Such a realm is one in which we horror writers tend to exist. For a time, while we are creating our stories that unreality is our reality. Our job is to make the impossible seem possible, the unreal real, and this often takes us to places even we would prefer not to go. The trick is always to leave enough breadcrumbs so we can make it safely back from those horrifying places with our souls and minds intact.
History tells us that on October 3, 1849 the great master of the macabre, Edgar Allen Poe, was found wandering the streets of Baltimore, Maryland delirious and in grave distress. He was taken immediately to the Washington College Hospital, where he died at 5a.m. on Sunday, October 7. Poe never became coherent enough to explain how he wound up in such an abysmal condition. There are a lot of theories about his death but no concrete evidence. Maybe he simply lost his way back from those incredibly dark places his writing took him.
I can only hope that my own numerous journeys into that land of darkness will not someday take its toll on me. I would hate to think of myself thirty years from now in some home for the aged and infirm, cowering in bed with the covers tucked tightly to my chin. Would I be too afraid to leave the safety of my covers because the demons, which once only lived inside my mind, had since become as real to me as flesh and bone in my addled condition? I suppose we will have to wait and see.
In the meantime, please enjoy yet another journey into the darkest corners of my mind. This collection is calledMalaformed Realities not just as a clever play on my last name, but because distorting and twisting reality into something it was never intended to be is what I enjoy doing best. And if in the process, I manage to disturb and frighten you along the way then all the better.
Stories included in this volume:
- When They Come For You
- A Love Best Served Cold
- MegaSynth RP-1
- Inspector 17
- Hear No Evil
- Big Frankie
- Dinner With Andy And Meg
- Cold, Cold Women
- If Thine Eye Offend Thee
- Passageways To Perniciousness
- Cutaneous Horns
- Single Panel
- The Brands
- Tools Of The Trade
- Zombie Party
- And The Scales Fell From My Eyes (A Novella)
Horror master Thomas Malafarina is back with the first book of his Dead Kill series entitled The Ridge of Death. Enter a post-apocalyptic world where zombies still roam, but are the quarry of bounty hunters who are rewarded by the government for helping with the “clean-up.”
What Others Are Saying:
“Thomas Malafarina writes with a visual artist’s eye for detail and design and revels in the same exuberant flourishes for violence and tableaus of flesh as Clive Barker, all the while working the clichés and conventions of the horror genre bravely and unabashedly. Though he has created his own King-like milieu in and around his native Schuylkill County (PA), Malafarina shares Lovecraft’s cosmic vision and torment of inner and outer space and he designs philosophically laden set pieces that thoroughly dissect the minutia of man as if he were just another sentient being in a violent and insatiable cosmos (and a clumsy one at that), a doomed soul wracked with mental anguish and ripe for the picking from the evils of the universe, just another chapter in an ancient taxonomy. Tom’s novels continue to grow in scope and ambition – he is a veritable talent to watch (and read)!” — George Andrade – Horror News
“Thomas M. Malafarina is the kind of writer I aspire to be. Like a visionary painter, creates mood in the landscape of dread, strong emotions with characters you care for, and suspense that causes a reader’s nails to dig deep into their own legs. Stories cut from a cloth of originality that is Thomas M. Malafarina.” — Mark Slade – Nightmare Illustrated Magazine
“Malafarina’s vision into a world where zombies are nearly eradicated is fresh and savagely satisfying, making this a must read.” — Keith Rommel – Author of “The Cursed Man”
- Feeding Frenzy – Michael Collins
- The Supreme Race – Catherine Jordan
- The Storm – Kristina Mosley
- The Collextors – Fallon Stoeffler
- Angel Of Mercy – Joseph Rubas
- Night Drive – C. Inferno
- Encounter In The Dead Of Night… – Sergio Palumbo
- Kittens With Chainsaws – Johannes Pinter
- Even The Great Will Fall – Thomas M. Malafarina
- Handsome Jack – C. M. Saunders
- Richard The Vampire – Joshua Malbin
- Responsibility – Paul Stansfield
- The Benefits of Being Dead – Benjamin Blake
- The Price Of Rice – Mark Slade
Like a dark cloud of foreboding, stories of horror can cast their ghostly silhouettes across our very souls. Ghost Shadows is a collection of thirteen such stories by modern day master of the macabre, Thomas M. Malafarina. From tales of psychological terror to those involving the demonic tortures of Hell itself, Malafarina seeks to cast his own ghost shadows across the souls of his legion of devoted readers.
When Stephanie Wright and her family inherit and move into a luxuriously renovated rural Schuylkill County farmette she believes all of her worries are over. But then her husband, Jason stumbles on a small ancient family burial site on the property. He decides to destroy the headstones, keeping the gravesite a secret so not to spoil his wife’s newfound happiness. But sometimes the dead have their own agenda. When Stephanie begins researching her family genealogy she uncovers a terrible family tragedy, the true unholy reason for what they originally perceived as good fortune rears it hideous head. The story has plenty of suspense, supernatural intrigue, and down and out gut wrenching terror to keep any reader, horror fan or not flipping pages and hungry for more.
There is a thin line between reality and illusion, between sanity and insanity, between life and death. Through no fault of his own, David Matson is thrust into a world of darkness, of illusion, of hallucinations and never-ending nightmares; a world from which he longs to awaken but cannot. Join him in his interminable struggle to return to reality and see what horrors fate has in store him. This is Thomas M. Malafarina’s third full length novel for Sunbury press. He has also written two novels “99 Souls” and “Burn Phone”, the short story collection called “13 Nasty Endings” and a collection of single-panel cartoons called “Yes I Smelled It Too” all published through Sunbury Press. “Eye Contact” has plenty of suspense, terror, gore and surprises to keep the reader glued to his seat wanting the horror to end yet still dying for more.
Charles Wilson has left home in rural Pennsylvania for the most important sales call of his career when he realizes on the way to the airport that he has forgotten his cell phone; his lifeline to the business world with over a thousand contacts stored in its memory banks, Wilson’s cell phone has radically transformed him as a businessman and has changed the way that he conducts business since before such a device had entered his rather simple life and now he can’t live without it. In fact, “nowadays if he was without his cell phone for even as little as an hour, Wilson felt completely cut off from the rest of the world, a world that provided him with a substantial income.” Charles decides that since he has most of his contacts stored upon his laptop the best thing to do would be to have his wife overnight the phone to his hotel and in the interim he would look to purchase a “burn phone” – street vernacular for a pre-paid cellular phone. Unfortunately, luck does not seem to be on Wilson’s side as all of the kiosks are closed at the airport and when he arrives at his hotel it is too late to make such a purchase. Charles is frustrated and berates himself for his foolishness when he is directed down a dark street (an alley, really) that runs along the side of the hotel by a strange man sitting in the lobby – perhaps the fates will favor him after all and he will find what he is looking for? And so begins Charles Wilson’s hellish journey, and thus begins “Burn Phone”, a novel of Lovecraftian horror and cosmic menace by Thomas M. Malafarina.
Not all stories have a “happy ending”. Sometimes the forces of evil are just too strong to allow the characters, whether protagonist or antagonist, to survive unscathed. Sometimes it is because of revenge or sinister forces or simply bad Karma. Welcome to “Thirteen Nasty Endings”, a collection of short horror stories by Thomas M Malafarina. In this disturbing world of terror and foreboding, virtually every story has the potential to end badly for someone. There will be no “happily ever afters” in this collection! This is definitely not a “feel good” compilation. Thirteen Nasty Endings guarantees that someone, whether deserving or not, will get it in the end. Thomas has put together an incredibly upsetting anthology of some of his most gory, horrifying, disturbing and bizarre tales for your reading pleasure.
Thomas Malafarina’s first novel is set in 1965 in his native Schuylkill County, Pennsylvania. A young boy is savagely disemboweled in the presence of his friends at an abandoned coal mine by an unidentified creature.
During the investigation, which follows, a Philadelphia television reporter learns from an eccentric old codger a terrible legend about the disastrous history of the mine – a tale about a mine disaster many years ago in which three coal miners were trapped a mile below the surface. Out of desparation, one of the miners sold his soul to Satan in order to get revenge for the disaster. In return, Satan transformed this man into an immortal soul-feeding demon that must remain trapped in the mine until he gathers ninety-nine souls.
How do you kill what can’t be killed? How do you stop the unstoppable? Welcome to a place where terror reigns, where unspeakable horror and demonic savagery is the norm; where lost souls writhe and struggle for a freedom that may never come. Welcome to Coogan’s mine; the home of Devil Dan.
Yes, I Smelled It To: Cartoons for the Somewhat Off-Center. If you ever wondered what would happen if an author of graphically violent horror stories also drew cartoons? Not that many people would have this particular wonder, but if you ever did then you are about to have your curiosity satisfied. Thomas M. Malafarina, author of horror also enjoys creating single panel cartoons of a strange and bizarre nature, not for the typical daily newspaper cartoon reader but for those with a special, more discerning and macabre sense of humor. Annually he creates his own Christmas Holiday cards, which he sends to a select few of his closest friends. Most of who wait with anticipation, wondering just how far he will push the envelope of less than good taste each year. “Yes I Smelled It Too” is a collection of some of Thomas’s favorite cartoons that he has drawn though the years. Some are strange, some are violent, some are ironic and some are just plain bizarre, but some of them will have you rolling on the floor with laughter. Who says horror can’t be funny. (Well I guess just about everyone. Oh well.) So if after reading one of Thomas’s horror stories, you find yourself in need of a little comic relief. Just pick up your copy of “Yes I Smelled It Too” and laugh your guts out; figuratively but not literally, please.