Catching up with Marcus Hawke, and chatting F* this place & More!
1. Why don’t you talk a little about yourself? Good question. Mainly because I never know what to say and this usually gives me flashbacks to having to stand at the front of class when a teacher would make me do so every time I started at a new school, but I’ll do my best… Salutations! (great, off to a good start) I’m Marcus Hawke, and there’s a reason why Danger is my middle name: I wish it was something cool, but it’s because I’m accident prone. I write things that will pro
Chatting with C.M. Forest about F* This place and More!
Why don’t you introduce yourself to our Eerie Readers who might be unfamiliar to your work? My name is Christian Laforet but I write under C.M. Forest. Why? Because Christian is a boring chap, while Mr. Forest is a man of mystery! I write dark fiction with a strong slant towards body and cosmic horror. My debut novel, Infested, won silver in the Benjamin Franklin awards for best horror novel in 2023. Can you tell us what your story in Fuck this Place — entitled “Einsteins Ch


Introducing Eve Morton, our newest Eerie River Author!
Eerie River is so excited to have Princes Like Us be a part of our first romance publications. Would you mind introducing yourself and telling us how you started writing? I’m excited as well! I’ve been writing since I was a little kid, probably around the age of 12 when I read The Outsiders in school. Hearing that S. E. Hinton was only 17 when it was published clicked something in my brain that told me it was possible. While I never got a novel published like her at 17 (my go


Fear in Few Words: Mastering the Dark Short Story by Hafsah Jasat
Fear in Few Words: Mastering the Dark Short Story Have you ever read a short story that grabbed you by the throat and refused to let go? Terrified you so succinctly that you see shadows in total darkness? Slipped through the cracks of your imagination and whispered its deepest terrors into your ear? There’s something unsettlingly intimate about a dark short story. It doesn’t knock; it barges in, uninvited, and fills your mind with bloody dreams, shadowed trees, and the gnawi




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