The Darkness Inherent

There Is Horror in Everything

Horror has always been my favorite genre, and darkness my favorite flavor of human expression. When I was around 5 years old, my parents divorced. My mother was a Christian housewife, and my father was a horror cinephile and videogame programmer. While we were with my mother, my brother and I were forced to attend […]

Some Thoughts on the Relationship Between Writing and Fear

There will always come a moment when the joy of discovering a new artistic medium (I.E, writing) is eclipsed by the fear of not being good enough. The amount of courage required for a task does not necessarily equate to an equal amount of compensation, success, or satisfaction. You are right to be afraid of […]

The Laura Lee Bahr Crawl: Readings from The Living Room Show

The act of writing day to day is such an isolating experience. I rarely leave my little den except to take my puppies to the park, or maybe go to the grocery store to pick up more chicken jerky and k-cups. Mostly I enjoy my quiet. It gives me the focus to take the everyday deep-dives […]

Autumn Christian on the JDO Show

I crawled out of my cavern the other day to talk to J David Osborne on his podcast, The JDO Show. We talk about working on videogames, different game narratives, horror movies, my time with a group of vindictive witches, near-death experiences, gnosticism, Philip K. Dick, augmented reality, and why life isn’t as bad as we seem […]

A Breath From The Sky: Unusual Stories of Possession

Today the table of contents for a Lovecraftian-inspired possession anthology was announced from Martian Migraine Press. My previously unpublished story, “Skin Suits,” will appear alongside stories by other writers such as Garrett Cook, Cody Goodfellow, and the eponymous Lovecraft himself. It should be available this summer. Sometimes getting an announcement like this feels like coming out […]

Building a Writing Life

In order to be a writer, one must build a life that is conducive to writing. For most of my life I found scraps of time to write, moments of soft isolation inbetween work, relationships, the everyday minutiae. I wrote pieces of The Crooked God Machine on the bathroom floor of an apartment, parts of […]