The Ashen Eye - Issue #1 is finally released! Buy a print copy for only $6.99 or download the free PDF version from our store now!

But, with this good news also comes bad news. Unfortunately, our first issue will also be our last issue. The last six months have been both incredibly rewarding and, at the same time, incredibly stressful. I’ve had assistance and support throughout this period from many different people yet, in the end, The Ashen Eye became a solo job. Due to real life issues, I am no longer able to devote the amount of time to the project that it needs. I have considered many possibilities, but stepping back from the project seems to be the only possibility.

I would like to thank everyone who has supported the project during the past six months. Please keep spreading the word so that as many people as possible may read the works of the contributors in our magazine. The Ashen Eye was a project to promote authors and artists it publishes and, while it is in print, we should all strive to let the voice of the incredibly talented people featured in this magazine be heard!

Thank you all

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Debra Leigh Scott is an award-winning writer, playwright, dramaturge and arts educator. She is also the Founding Director of Hidden River Arts, a literary arts organization offering competitions, publication, residencies and educational programs to writers. Her short story, “A Fire Goeth Before Him” is part of a collection of inter-related stories called “Other Likely Stories: A Novel in Contradictions”. She’s also completed the first novel of a trilogy, titled “Piety Street”, set in turn of the century New Orleans. Feeding a lifelong fascination with spirituality, mysticism and mystery, Debra Leigh has a graduate degree in World Religions with a focus on Renaissance Studies and Mysticism. This fascination often finds its way into her creative work. Debra Leigh lives in Bala-Cynwyd, Pennsylvania in the United States. But given the state of things in the U.S., she is open to any other suggestions about better, happier and more positive places to live in this world.

Instead of the regular brief story extract, we have a special treat for you: A reading of
A Fire Goeth Before Him by the author herself!

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Wayne Blackhurst works as a freelance illustrator from his home studio in the UK’s North West. He’s involved in a wide variety of commissions, his main interest being interior book and magazine illustration using a distinctive pen and ink style reminiscent of Aubrey Beardsley. Also fascinated with writing full length and short fiction, his current work includes Still Water, a possible series of volumes containing linked tales accompanied by his artwork. Emily And The City, which will be published in The Ashen Eye, is lifted from this project and captures all of the atmosphere found throughout Wayne’s short stories. The following is a brief extract:

“You really like this shop, don’t you Emily?”

Emily nodded with enthusiasm. She placed her hand over her mouth as she gasped, “I smashed a window!” She blurted the words as though she wanted the act kept secret, only doing so was too much for her young mind to contain. “The noise was awful! So loud. The glass makes a horrid sound. Horrible, horrible!”

“No one came to investigate?”

“They did the first time but not now. No one does, mister. There’s no one here, I told you before. You can do what you like and not get caught!”

I shuddered at the thought. There were darker characters than I that skulked within shadows of cities like these, praying on the defenseless like filthy depraved animals. At least I knew she was safe here with me.

Emily slipped her small hand into mine and led me to an entrance made of glass doors, set back from the barren main road where traffic lights cycled for nonexistent vehicles. I always found it difficult to comprehend the lack of activity in the city. Emily never revealed why it should be that way, content at times, in her naivety, to play her favorite game of hide and seek. Every quiet alleyway, every empty street, and every deserted square became nothing more than an immense playground.

For more information on Wayne Blackhurst, please visit his website or MySpace profile.

William Couper writes in various genres, but has had most success with science fiction and dark horror fiction. He has been published in a few small press magazines including "Darkened Horizons" and "TBD". He is also co-founder and contributor to the alternative arts magazine "Dangerous Ink".

His short story Sticky Floor will make its appearance in the upcoming issue of The Ashen Eye. Here’s a brief extract from it:

I am reminded of my own semen drying to a tacky mess against my skin as I lay on the sticky floor. The smell is completely different though, and I’m happy about that.

There is something happening elsewhere in the house. There is noise that is becoming frantic and I decide to ignore it in favor of pressing myself against the mess on the floor.

I wonder why we never ended up with the place crawling with vermin. Six of us living in the one house, and I think the place was cleaned a handful of times while we were here. We should have been shooing away rats, mice, and cockroaches when we wanted to prepare a meal.

Maybe it’s what I did when we moved in.

Phillip Stecco is a 50 year old Michigan native, who has worked for a nonprofit organization for nearly a quarter of a century. His main interests are reading, writing, film noir, and the enjoyment of a certain Canadian beer. Phillip’s favorite authors include Thomas Ligotti, Philip K. Dick, and Jack Vance. The two things which sustain his life are absurdity and dark humor. Since he is highly critical of his own voice these days, he seldom commits his poetry to paper. Most of his free time is spent lurking at Thomas Ligotti Online, where he is a site moderator under the guise of G. S. Carnivals. Phillip has devoted much personal effort to the archiving of Thomas Ligotti quotations. A recent diversion has been the creation of clues and answers for Ligottian crossword puzzles.

Phillip Stecco’s poem Curtains will be included in the upcoming issue of The Ashen Eye. Here’s another one of his poems to give you a taste of his work:

First Snow (An Advent)
by Phillip Stecco

Piece by blessed piece,
The new project begins;
The onset of whiteness
Is a solemn promise
Of its own completion.
I am wholly drawn in
To this spectacle of setting out;
I am likewise initiate
And bound now to ends
Of my own design.
I am a setting-out
Today: I am the promise
Of my own completion:
Now in piecemeal time
I set out honest and pure
To give failure a good name.

Misty Lackey is from Bryson City, NC. She has been writing poetry since 1995 and in all has had 200 poems published all over the world. Misty has published two poetry books: Shade of the Moon Cross and Beyond the Grave.

For more information, please look Misty up on MySpace.

One of her poems, titled Bones and Letters, will appear in the upcoming issue of The Ashen Eye. As a preview to her work, she has been kind enough to provide us with another one of her poems:

Bruise the Blue Girl
by Misty Lackey

Bruise the blue girl.
Throw her into the trash.
Set her wish on fire.
Leave her burning with the hell
that she has created.
Her life is hell.
Bruise the blue girl.
Leave her cold.
Through dust, rain, hail, or snow.
Bruise her.
Yell.
Explode.
Walls are around.
She is your victim,
the blue girl.

Author Nickolas Cook lives in the Southwest desert with his wife and three pugs. His short fiction, reviews, interviews, and non-fiction articles have appeared in many print and e-zines, and have gone internationally viral. He is the writers group moderator for Shocklines and an editor for Dark Recesses Magazine. He is a practitioner of Krav Maga and Combative Tactics. More information about them can be found at MySpace. His books include "The Black Beast of Algernon Wood", "Baleful Eye" and "Paint it Black". To contact the author, feel free to email: Nickolasecook@aol.com or visit MySpace.

His short story titled Karma will appear in the upcoming premiere issue of The Ashen Eye. Here’s a brief extract from that story:

That night, as Forster was dropping into the well of sleep, a parade passed along the street below his room. The sudden sounds grew in volume, like some evil wind rising in nightmares not yet dreamed, the babble ripping him from his half sleep: The sound of many feet passing by; low voices singing some droning tune; a braying goat- anxious and scared, an undercurrent to the monotonic song; someone shouted an incoherent imprecation to a nameless deity. His ululations of mindless exultance frightened him, and Forster began to push himself from the bed. But then the sounds tapered, faded into nothingness again, and after a few moments of hearing only the night birds and the soughing of a cool wind, he was sure that he had dreamed it all, and so he rolled over and slept.

In his dream, an endless stretch of dark green jungle. And within the dense weave of tree and roiling gray sky, a vast creature of unimaginable size and ferocity squatted. Its great clawed hands swept through the jungle’s achromatic depths, snatching up handfuls of terrified Indians, stuffing them kicking and screaming into its cavernous maw. Bits of human offal dripped from its broken and yellow teeth. Its eyes rolled in bestial ecstasy.

A black skinned woman rose from the trees, her eyes white and furious. Forster recognized her from native artistic renderings—Kali, the goddess of death—as she stretched her many arms high into the air and smashed at the great hungry beast. The monster howled, toppling trees, shaking the world with its anger and pain. It fought back, pushing Kali away. Defeated, she fell back into the jungle depths, an enigmatic smile blossoming like a malefic flower on her awful lips.

Andrew Wolter is the author of the novels "The Rules of Temptation" and "Nightfall" (to be released Spring 2008 by Shadow City Press). Andrew has also moonlighted as a freelance columnist with over 85 published reviews and 15 published interviews.

Andrew’s most recent work (a short story entitled, "I’ll Be Home For Christmas"} has appeared in The Open Vein’s Christmas 2007 issue and was nominated in the category of Best Short Story Horror in the 2007 Preditor’s and Editors Reader’s Poll.

Andrew resides in Phoenix, Arizona where he is working on his next novel.

Visit Andrew’s Official Website or his MySpace page.

The following is an excerpt from Andrew’s short story Puppeteer, due to appear in the upcoming issue of The Ashen Eye:

…There is a slight piercing as the tip of the needle enters the crook of the arm. Surely, there is no difference between this and donating plasma at the local Red Cross. Though after extracting three vials of blood at a time in that especially tender part of the arm, there is bound to be bruising. In fact, it appears like the appendage of a heroin junkie—pinprick scabs over layers of flesh colored black and blue.

I know such colors well, those shades of abuse that had revisited my body from Dave’s constant beatings. There are times when I can easily recall having to wear long-sleeved shirts on a summer’s day because of the purple-colored imprint left behind from Dave forcefully tugging at my arm. Sometimes I remember having to use make-up to conceal the brown and yellow hues that encircled my eyes because of Dave punching me. Still, there are times when I see his face and I have to kiss him.

Carl ran down the stairs and out of Usher’s Fair Inn. Tumbling soda cans and sheets of white paper skipped down the dirt street. As Carl stared at the buildings on the North side of Main Street, he thought he could see things moving around in the cloudy windows. Watching the swings squeak and the childless playground melted his heart. His daughter never had the chance to go to school. School buses were smashed against the side of the police station. The hardware store, post office, and pharmacy looked like human skulls; lidless dark eyes with an unconscious wickedness resting within.

Carl walked away down the long brown side of Main Street and looked up at his car on the hill. At first, he thought a dog had jumped on the hood of the car. The sunless sky made everything dim and cold.

“Get off my car,” Carl screamed.

What appeared to be a wild dog, took on a fearsome and menacing form. Its crimson, repulsive eyes stared at Carl. The creature’s fur was coarse and Carl could see bald patches on the side of its abdomen. Once it exposed its long spiky fangs and blood-colored eyes, Carl turned around and ran back into Usher’s Fair Inn. Slamming the massive oak door shut and gasping for air, he immediately checked the windows and stared at the shadows on the top of the stairs. He knew that something unnatural was up there, waiting for him to lose his mind. And he realized that something grotesque was outside. Pushing back the curtains, he gazed out into the street and watched as the famished wild dog sniffed all of the doors. It was looking for him.

The previous is a short excerpt from a short story called Insomnium. It will be published in the upcoming issue of The Ashen Eye and is written by Jeffrey Buford.

Jeffrey was born in the small bustling riverboat town of Alton, Illinois on a cold day in hell. Born into a large family, he displayed a creative and often surprising interest in the arts. Other publications include "How to Tame a Werewolf with Baked Spaghetti", "The Cemetery of Glass Coffins", and "A Neighborhood of Cats." Currently he’s at work on a comic series titled "The 13th Key" and a novel, "Timothy’s Walk". Some of his other creative interests include illustrating and music, specifically the piano. He invites you to take a look at more of his work at Jeffrey’s Space.

Born and raised in scenic Uniontown, Pennsylvania, Mark A. Mihalko got his first taste of darkness and the unexplained in the Appalachian Mountains, listening to the folklore from generations of pioneers. These legends and lore hit close to home and opened his mind to the unseen world that exists. In conquering these possibilities, he has found his inner self and an outlet for his writing.

In May 2007, Mark completed “Walking Before Dawn” ($12.95 - Publish America – ISBN 1424176816), where he explores the worlds of the unexplained and darkness in his own poetic manner, venturing into the abyss that continues to haunt his soul. Through those words and his muse, he has discovered the secret to unlocking the brooding and desolate demons he harbors.

These same ideals led him to work on non-fiction and fictional items dealing with darkness, despair, and the unexplained. Mark A. Mihalko has had articles and stories published in “Mysteries”, “FATE”, “Haunted Times”, “Horrotica”, and “Revenant Magazines” and has been lucky enough to be the focus of the ‘Poet of the Hours’ for “The Graveyard Press”, the official webzine of the Vampire Nation.

You will find Mark’s intriguing poetry in the upcoming premiere issue of The Ashen Eye. In the mean time, here’s another one of his poems, titled Torment, for you to enjoy.

Torment
by Mark A. Mihalko

What is happening out there?
These people…These depraved creatures
Plaguing us like the locusts in Babylon
My mind cannot, will not comprehend what I have witnessed tonight
This ordeal glistening like a surreal testament from Argento
This nightmare cannot be real

I shake, trembling from the fear
I must stay strong
The others are counting on my vigilance
For generations it has been passed to me to have faith
Faith in what I ask
Truths and lies, heaven and hell
Depends on your perspective, doesn’t it?
I remember my grandmother enumerate scripture and verse
Words I saw promulgated by the corrupt and pretentious
In my mind, I can hear her now

It was allowed to fight against God’s people and defeat them
And it was given authority over every tribe, nation, language and race (Rev 13:7)

Are we in the midst of the 42 months of deceit?
Or has god finally forsaken us at last?
In my mind, the answer is clear
He did fuck all with these sins of torment
I must survive to find the truths trapped in this desperate visage
What has caused the dead to rise against us?
To crave our flesh?
I will never give in to their torture
I will face my destiny with my shotgun in my hand
They will not have me
At last, the brightness of the new day severs the crack
Time to wake the others
Time to regroup
Our night in hell is over
For now, we are safe
We survive.

Mark can also be found on MySpace. To visit his page and add him to your friends, please click here.

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