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Ever wonder what’s in a horror writer’s Google history? Bodies, blood, strange deaths, random recipes, and plenty of questions that need context.
Ever wonder what’s in a horror writer’s Google history? Bodies, blood, strange deaths, random recipes, and plenty of questions that need context.
People think horror writers spend their days inventing monsters. The truth is much stranger. Here are five perfectly normal things horror writing permanently ruined for me.
At what point did the quaint local coffee shop become a roving office? A cranky, funny defense of cafés as sacred ground for coffee, silence, muffins, and being left alone.
First, the new horror collections dropped last week: The Things That Knock The Things That Answer Both are available on Amazon for whatever e-reader of choice, or there’s paperback if you prefer something useful for swatting flies. Go check them …
Not Monday. Not Wednesday. What day? Tuesday. TUESDAY. As your luck would have it, Tuesday is a terrible day to make eye contact with the dark. Unfortunately for you, that’s exactly when The Things That Knock and The Things That …
Christopher Winterberg’s new horror short story collections, The Things That Knock and The Things That Answer, arrive May 19, 2026.
No, not Marshall Mathers. Or Slim Shady. Not even Eminem. Don’t get me wrong, that would cool. Very cool, in fact. It’s me! Yeah, been a long time. I don’t have excuses. The only thing I’ll say: writing is hard; …
Hello. It’s me. I’m right here, crawling through your Internet grabbing 1’s and 0’s along the way shoveling them into my mouth like Pac-Man of yesteryear. Ohh, I’m grabbing other things, too. Those will allow me to enter your mind, …
Yup, I love to flash. I do it often. In a purely non-physical sense, of course *winks*. I’ve also done a few past blog pieces on the aspects of flash fiction so go back and have a read. When it …
Howdy. Hello. Heya. What’s up? What’s happening. It’s a new day. The sun shines, birds sing, flowers bloom. The pandemic is gone. Hold up. Wait a second. That can’t be right. *checks calendar. checks new calendar* Shit. Fuck. Shitfuck. Fuckshit. …