House Call (in TDOAHW)

Posted in Bookstore, Films, Published Works with tags , , , on October 25, 2014 by Ty Schwamberger
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One of three original illustrations for “House Call” in THE DEATH OF A HORROR WRITER. Artwork by Ade Barrett

Below is an excerpt from Chapter Eleven of THE DEATH OF A HORROR WRITER.

In late 2009, Adam Lewis and I met online. At that point we were both up-and-comers and looking for new story ideas. We started talking and eventually came up with an idea for a 3-novella collection. Each story contained in the book would have a common theme: A doctor would make a “house call” and then some really bad stuff would happen. I entitled my story “House Call” and would lead off the collection. Below is the synopsis of my story.

Mariam thought it was going to be a weekend of relaxation. She had her little sister to take care of, but knew she could that handle that without much of a problem. That all changed when Jessica got extremely sick and Mariam had no other choice but to call the family doctor to make a house call.

John and Nick decide tonight is perfect to burglarize a house. They stake out the place and are delighted to find the only people inside are two young girls. It was going to be easy to pull off.

Or so they thought.

What ensues is a battle between the girls that are home alone and the two bad men.

Little do any of them know someone else plans to make a house call of their own.

Adam called his story “The Torturing Pestilence”. We then started discussing who else to bring into the mix. At that point neither of us had many contacts in the genre so we didn’t have many options. Fortunately, around the time same, I had started writing book reviews for the now defunct Withersin Magazine and got to know the owner Misty Gersley fairly well. Misty was into publishing some twisted and strange stuff in her magazine so it only made sense to invite her to be the third writer for the collection. And away we went. Adam and I finished ours in a few months. But, that’s when things hit a roadblock. Misty had some things come up in her life (as we all do) and was struggling to finish her novella in time for our self-imposed deadline. So Adam and I waited, and waited, then waited some more. After a few months, Misty informed us she wouldn’t be able to complete her story. We thanked her for her efforts and moved on. But at that point “moving on” was the problem. I don’t recall the details now, but I believe we attempted to invite another person or two to write the third story of the collection. Nothing. Nada. Nobody. That’s when the project died. Adam and I decided we would take our stories and do with whatever we pleased. I submitted my novella to tons of publishers, but it was never picked up for publication. I know Adam tried a few times as well, but mostly wanted to retool the novella before trying to get it published somewhere.

In mid-2011, while online I met Michelle Henderson and Shannon Casto of Texas based Little Oak Film Group. I believe I messaged them first after seeing one of their independent films on DVD. Me, always looking to expand, brought up the idea of them adapting one of my stories for film. I believe I sent them two stories, one of which was House Call. They ended up liking it and wanted to make it into a feature-length film. Shannon would write the screenplay, while Michelle would direct the film. I was ecstatic. At that point I only had one other story (Cake Batter) that had been made into a short film, so I was extremely excited to see one of my tales made into a feature-length. It was decided that Little Oak would handle the production side of things, while I would handle the marketing side once the film was finished. And away we went. Shannon finished the screenplay in only a few months and sent it onto me to read and make any suggestions. Before reading it, she did warn me that two things were changed from the original story: The main character’s sister was now a brother and a graphic rape scene towards the end of the story had been removed. I told Shannon I understood and didn’t have a problem with the changes. I then read and approved the script. Filming started mid-2012 and the film (1 hour, 20 minutes) was eventually released on DVD in early 2012.

House Call_movie poster1Below is the synopsis for the film version of my story.

Mariam thought it was going to be a weekend of relaxation. She had her little brother to take care of, but knew that wouldn’t be a problem. That all changed when Vince got sick and Mariam had no other choice but to call the family doctor to make a house call.

John and Nick decide it’s a perfect night to burglarize a house. They stake out the place and are delighted to find the only people inside are two kids – an easy in-and-out job.

Or so they thought.

What ensues is a battle between the kids that are home alone and the two bad men.

Little do any of them know someone else plans to make a house call of their own.

And that’s when the curse of “House Call” started all over again. As much as I tried to promote, provide contacts of film distributors to Little Oak (who, from what I understand from one person that was interested in distributing the DVD, they didn’t use the right quality of film equipment and editing software, so it wasn’t of good enough quality to mass-produce and distribute), and inquire with folks to review the film, it ended up being all for not. While the DVD was (and still is) available on Amazon to order, Little Oak never entered the film in any contests or festivals to help get the word out. I was surprised to find this wasn’t part of their normal practice after making a movie: TO PROMOTE IT! When asked, Shannon told me it was expensive to enter films in festivals (to Little Oak’s credit, they did take and sell some copies of the DVD to Texas Frightmare Weekend in 2012) and such. Which, of course, I understood, but what the hell? Really? What’s the point of spending money (even a $2,000 production budget) on making something, then not do anything with it? In fact, Shannon actually accused me of not doing my job to promote and sell more copies. Really?

In any event, I think the film itself came out great. The actors and actresses did a fantastic job and the film itself was very much in line with my original story (which is always a plus for a writer).

I suppose sometimes you just have to realize that things are what they are and move on.

Interesting enough, out of everything I’ve written since I started out in 2008, House Call is the only story that was never published. I’m not sure why, as I think it’s a fun, creepy and brutal little tale.

So, I decided to include it in this tome.

Besides, don’t all writers have a tale that’s released postmortem?

This is mine.

Hope you enjoy!

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There are still a few of the original number of 125 signed, limited edition hardcover copies left. But, you better hurry. Click one of the below links to Pre-Order my first non-fiction book (with a little bit of fiction thrown in for good taste).

Publisher

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The Death of a Horror Writer — 50% Sold Out!

Posted in Published Works, Storefront with tags , , on September 25, 2014 by Ty Schwamberger

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This is your early warning system.

The Death of a Horror Writer.

Limited to only 125 signed hardcover copies.

Is now 50% sold out.

You better hurry.

Visit SST Publications (Publisher) or Bad Moon Books to Pre-Order your copy today.

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The End is the New Beginning.

 

 

 

The Halloween Hero — Optioned for Film

Posted in Films, Published Works with tags , on September 25, 2014 by Ty Schwamberger

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I am pleased to announce that Brianna Stoddard with Horney Little Devil Productions has optioned my short story “The Halloween Hero” for film development. “The Halloween Hero” was originally published in my collection For After Midnight in 2011. It was then made available as a single-download via Kindle in October 2012.

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The Halloween Hero is a 5,200 word story centering around a little boy named Billy. Billy’s parents aren’t the best to be around, so he spends most of his time staring out his bedroom window and dreaming of a better life. His favorite time to look out on the world are during the hours he’s supposed to be in bed.

It’s during one of these late night watching sessions, Billy sees “something” lurking in the shadows. After much trepidation, he decides to go outside and investigate.

Where his worst nightmare comes to life.

 
You can still download this short story to your Kindle via Amazon.

Deep Dark Woods (audio book)

Posted in Published Works, Storefront with tags , , on September 17, 2014 by Ty Schwamberger

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The audio book edition of my Amazon best-selling novel Deep Dark Woods is now available to download (mp3) on Amazon, iTunes & Audible.com. It was produced by Greenleaf Enterprises and narrated by James Nutt. You can also listen to a free sample via the links.

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You can still purchase the Trade Paperback & Kindle editions on Amazon.

The Death of a Horror Writer — ToC

Posted in Published Works, Storefront with tags , on August 28, 2014 by Ty Schwamberger

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THE DEATH OF A HORROR WRITER is my first non-fiction book. It’s also the first book in three years I started writing before signing a contract. I had some things I wanted — no, needed — to say and I wasn’t going to let anything, or anyone, stand in my way. Fortunately, Paul Fry with SST Publications in the UK took notice of my vision and decided to publish this tome at the end of 2014. 

Essentially, THE DEATH OF A HORROR WRITER is my “goodbye” from writing any new fiction come the end of this year. I’ll still be around the genre (I hope) for years to come with reprints, foreign editions, films (if they ever get funded), some more non-fiction work, etc, but that will be it. That’s right! No New Fiction from me after 2014! Why, you ask? Well, shit. If I told you that I would ruin the book, wouldn’t I? But, I suppose I can give you a sneak peek with the Table of Contents, listed below.

Foreword by Paul Fry

Introduction by Ann Laymon

 Chapter One – Why This Book?

Chapter Two – Beginnings

Chapter Three – The Tale of the First “Novel”

Chapter Four – Being an Anthology Editor

Chapter Five – Running an Imprint

Chapter Six – Articles

Chapter Seven – A Lieutenant in the Genre

Chapter Eight – Interviews

Chapter Nine – Blurbs

Chapter Ten – The Early Stuff

Chapter Eleven – House Call

Chapter Twelve – The Business of Publishing (or how it affects you!)

Chapter Thirteen – The Proposal

Chapter Fourteen – The Horror Genre (and those within it)

Chapter Fifteen – The Power of One Thousand

Chapter Sixteen – Traditional vs Self Publishing

Chapter Seventeen – A Writing Class

Chapter Eighteen – Richard Laymon

Chapter Nineteen – End Game

Eulogies

Published Works

 

You can Pre-Order one of the 125 signed, limited edition hardcovers at:

SST Publications (Publisher)

Bad Moon Books

Cemetery Dance  (Update 9/25/14: CD has sold out of their copies)

THE DEATH OF A HORROR WRITER

Posted in Advice For Writers, Published Works, Storefront with tags , on August 4, 2014 by Ty Schwamberger

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THE DEATH OF A HORROR WRITER
Ty Schwamberger

Available now for pre-order
(Published end of 2014)
Cover art © by Vincent Sammy

Within this tome you will find the ramblings of horror writer, Ty Schwamberger. From his troubled soul, he spent years unleashing macabre tales filled with monsters and killers upon the world. Then, one day, those thoughts got the best of him. The anger in which he fed to write these nasty stories came bubbling up from deep inside and he could no longer keep the demons at bay.

That’s when the light went out.

Fortunately, for us, he left behind a handful of blood-soaked pages: A cautionary tale of what it takes to be part of his beloved horror genre. Among those dark, drenched pages you will find his only unpublished novella House Call, which will never be seen again.

Those pages have been printed here and tell us the tale of . . .

The Death of a Horror Writer.

The End is the New Beginning.

Foreword by Paul Fry
Introduction by Ann Laymon

Title Details:
Publisher: Short, Scary Tales Publications
Subject: Nonfiction
Release Date: end of 2014

ISBN: 978-1-909640-16-0, 6.14 x 9.21 inches, 330 pages (estimated), £20.95

Here are the details of our limited hardcover edition:

Limited to only 125 copies worldwide
Signed & hand-numbered by the author
Cloth bound with a four-colour gloss laminated dust jacket
Gold foil stamping on the spine
Printed on acid-free paper
SST Publications have the worldwide exclusive rights so you will never see this book published by anyone else. And, we will never do a second printing or release a paperback, eBook or any other edition

Available from SST Publications.

Deep Dark Woods — Excerpt #2

Posted in Excerpts, Published Works, Storefront with tags , , on August 3, 2014 by Ty Schwamberger

“Good Morning, sweetheart,” Dan said, moving aside a few strands of hair and kissing her on the forehead. “It’s time to rise and shine.”

      I can’t believe I’m actually waking up at five o’clock in the morning to go camping. Especially since I’m not even a fan of roughing it in the wilderness, Becky said to herself, as she rolled onto her back and looked up at Dan. At least the fresh air will be nice for my morning runs.

      Becky sat up on her elbows and pushed herself into a sitting position, threw her legs off the bed and stood up. She gave a half-hearted smile at Dan as he made his way from the bed to the dresser to finish packing his things.

      She lifted her arms over her head, arched her back and attempted to work out the knots in her back that had formed overnight. The cool breeze coming from the open window fluttered the curtains and made gooseflesh rise on her bare arms and legs. She made her way into the adjoining bathroom and shut the door. She urinated, brushed her teeth, then removed the flimsy bra and panties that she had worn last night to tease Dan. She got the shower hot and stepped inside. The hot spray burned her skin at first, but then felt wonderful. She stood under the spray a long time, washing away the apprehension of going camping, while easing the knots in her back.

      Finished with the shower, she did her hair and makeup. Even though she was going to be ‘roughing it’ as Dan had put it, she still wanted to look good doing it. She then walked out of the steam-filled bathroom over to the dresser to choose the outfit for the day – a yellow chamois shirt, khaki short-shorts with a brown belt and trail-shoes. She didn’t bother putting on socks; she wanted her feet to stay cool on the long ride to the campsite.

      By the time they were both finished in the bathroom and packed it was a little after six o’clock. As they pulled out of the driveway, Becky could tell that Dan was already pissed about getting on the road so late. She loved the big lug but he could be such a baby when it came to not getting on the road on time. She already knew what his response was going to be, but still asked if something was wrong. He replied with a grumble and a roll of his eyes. Becky figured it wasn’t the best time to strike up a conversation, so she turned her head and stared out the passenger window. She figured once they were on the road for awhile, and Dan had had a few cups of coffee from the thermos he had brought along, it would be okay to speak with him. Until that point, she would just enjoy the scenery of the passing cars, the billboards, the four-lane highway turning into a two-lane, then a one-lane and finally the tall billboards giving way to ancient oak and elm trees. They were leaving behind the hustle and bustle of the city to stay in the woods – where they planned to spend a weekend camping, fishing, hiking and sightseeing.

      Maybe this won’t be such a bad trip after all. I work hard during the week and deserve a vacation just as much as anyone else. Yeah, I am looking forward to this. It’ll be nice being alone in the woods with Dan, just the two of us, enjoying each other’s company, no one around to hear us… 

* * * 

Becky screamed, as the thing reached out and took a swipe at her back with its long claws. The thing’s long, dirty nails came within an inch or two of Becky’s delicate flesh. She jumped over a fallen log and started to climb up the other side of the gully. Even though the beast was obviously quick for its size over flat land, it had trouble jumping over the log, caught its foot and went down head first, falling onto the leaf- and twig-covered ground.

      Becky twisted her head, figuring the thing would be right behind her, ready to take another swipe, but instead saw that it had tripped over the log she had just hurdled over and was just now pushing itself off the ground, beginning to give chase, again. She thought she heard the thing hissing at her, but didn’t understand how she could hear such a thing with the distance between them.

      She turned her head back around and continued to chug up the hill. Her feet felt like they were on fire, her lungs burned, willing her to stop and take a few deep breaths. But, she knew there was no way she could stop now. She was almost safe.

      Though she was a good fifty or so feet ahead of the beast, she picked up her speed even more, pushing the pain in her feet and lungs aside as she continued to the top of the hill.

      In an all out sprint or at least as fast as she could go without her shoes, Becky heard the hissing sound, again. She whipped her head around and saw the beast was still a distance behind her and still didn’t understand where the strange noise was coming from.

      Though, she found out a moment later; she came to the top of the hill, a cliff, which had a waterfall coming out the side of its face. Then she saw the churning whirlpool some two-hundred feet below.

      She put on the brakes and came to a stop.

      Right when she thought she had her balance and was safe from falling over the side of the cliff, her arms began to pinwheel and she was falling.

      Down, down to the dark water below.

      As she fell, she saw the beast up above her, looking down, almost smiling.

      A moment later the thing turned away and she lost sight of it.

      Only for a second.

      Then it leapt over the side of the cliff, giving chase once again.

      She opened her mouth to scream but that’s when her back hit the water and the air burst out of her lungs.

      As she sank to the bottom, she could see a black shape coming closer to the water’s surface.

      A moment before blacking out, something grabbed her ankle and started pulling her back to the surface of the swirling water.

 

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