M. Forman - AuthorBrisbane

Tombstone Muses and Island Kinkiness For Erotic Times Between Sexy Mitchell and Nina

“They actually make love to each other standing-up, and then he takes her foot and places it on one of the other gravestones. That’s when things get really interesting.”

Fiction author Michael Forman is set to launch his third and most bizarre Noirotic novel to date. By replacing a bed with a gravesite, he’s taking a couple’s sexual adventures to a whole new level.

His yet untitled novel will include historic content from the infamous St Helena Convict Settlement found on St Helena Island. It’s an isolated plot of land located in the middle of Moreton Bay, east of Brisbane. Forman, who’s no stranger to the darker side of fiction, is currently researching the island’s history and investigating the details of two cemeteries located on Queensland’s prisoner island.

“I’ve visited St Helena several times and taken many photographs of it. I’m now interested in measuring how long it takes to sail a yacht across Moreton Bay to get to the island, and the distance between the two cemeteries. One is for convicts, the other is for wardens, staff, and their families. My amorous couple will discover these cemeteries and hatch a new sexual fantasy that incorporates both of them. “

According to Forman, St Helena’s graveyard is: “To become the site of some seriously kinky sexual activity.”

Forman says that what makes the two St Helena‘s graveyards appealing is that both are located on an island and are reachable by a half-hour boat ride. It’s rarely accessed at night. No one lives on the island.

“My highly sexed couple will take a moonlight cruise across the bay. They’ll drop their anchor and go ashore to explore the site and, of course, each other. The island’s isolation will give my enthusiastic lovers the perfect opportunity to express their desires among those, they believe, who knew true naughtiness and punishment. They’ll consider what they do as paying homage to the dead. It’ll raise their stimulation to new levels and, as it peaks, my protagonist will do something that’ll alter the mood. He will take his lover’s foot off one of the convict’s headstones, and then place it on top of one of the civilian’s. It’ll be a shock to find out who that headstone belongs to. Was it done on purpose or by mistake?”

The St Helena penal settlement was all but abandoned in 1932. During it’s sixty-five years of service, approximately fifty convicts died on the tiny island. The convict’s tombstones are marked with a number, but civilian graves include names, dates, and a brief cause-of-death on them.

The graveyards are fenced but access is available to those who are part of a tour group. Commercial charter operators offer daily trips from the mainland to the island, to see the historic grave sites and the prison ruins which are located nearby.

“I’ve had the benefit of seeing the graveyards after sunset. Under a moonlit night, their tombstones take on a surrealistic, supernatural feel. I give my couple, and readers of adult fiction, a creepy lovemaking adventure they’ll never expect.”

The once dilapidated site is now maintained by local government so all can see a part of Australia’s convict history up close and personal.

Forman says that his new book will be released soon. Readers will be informed on his official site when it’s ready for download. SEETHINGS, his first successful dark fiction novel, is now available on Smashwords for free. Visit here to download and read it immediately.

“Forman’s writing style is artful, with the protagonist Mitchell’s warped thought processes masterfully exposed. The author has a powerful and vivid command of language and his word pictures are stark and disturbingly real.”
– Linda J Bettenay, author of ‘Secrets Mothers Keep’ and ‘Wishes For Starlight’.

How To Hide A Body Properly

It has to be asked. You’ve wondered about this too, right? Don’t be afraid. You’re among friends here. When I was starting out, resources were few and far between. No one showed anything to me. I had to teach myself and make it up as I went along. So, without prejudice, let me tell you the things I learned on the way to becoming a successful serial killer.

Basically, I’m lazy. It’s a character flaw. I’ve never wanted to dig a hole. In the early days, I’d always take the easy way out and find a ditch or a drain. I was so naïve. It kinda makes me laugh today. I was so foolish. I could’ve been caught. Fortunately, luck was with me. Rain fell sometime between the moment I dumped a body and when it was found. I didn’t plan it that way, it just happened. Any evidence I may have left on a body was conveniently washed away. I learned how to improve my ways by refining the process and using the weather to assist my cause.

There are other ways to dispose of bodies, but many of them require effort. Some are simply bad for the environment. This brings me to my way.

There is another way. My way. It comes down to two primary things: 1) Location and 2) Timing. There is a third, but I’ll come back to that.

In the USA, there are 92 people per square mile. That’s 184 eyes looking around that mile at any one time. It’s almost impossible to do anything without someone knowing or photographing it. Get it wrong and it’s all over.

My killing ground has a much lower population density. There’s just 1 person in that same square mile. As a result of this wonderful statistic, I don’t do much with the bodies. I leave them where they fall and let nature do the rest. It works fine. In ten years, I’ve not been caught, and it’s an environmentally friendly practice… but I still choose my times and places for kills very carefully.

The summers are stiflingly hot and humid in my home town of Brisbane. A body that’s open to the climate decomposes fast. If I pick the right night to commit a murder, say, before a drenching thunderstorm, I find that it sorts out most of the evidence immediately. Once the washing is done, all that’s left to finish off the job is some time under a scorching sun. Assuming the body isn’t found at all, it then dissolves into the landscape quick.

And then there are the victims I choose. I go for strangers. They’re nothing to me. They have no historical associations with anything I do or have done. We cross paths one time and that’s it. There aren’t any chain of links to follow, not any that would be obvious anyway.

The Bikeway-Rapist gave me the right idea. He got away with his folly for a long time. Police had no clue who was doing those woman. He made it simple by keeping them random.

But he did two things wrong. He did it in daylight and then he let his victims live. Sure, it’s fine to help yourself to dessert, but it’s important to not get caught eating it! The one set of eyes in that square mile that saw everything remained alive. All it took was someone’s great memory and a good description to change the game for our bikeway rapist.

The moral of this story is: Don’t worry about how to hide a body, look at the kill location and choose the right victim.

Kill strangers in desolate places and let them drop just before the rain falls. -A

“Forman’s writing style is artful, with the protagonist Mitchell’s warped thought processes masterfully exposed. The author has a powerful and vivid command of language and his word pictures are stark and disturbingly real.”
– Linda J Bettenay, author of ‘Secrets Mothers Keep’ and ‘Wishes For Starlight’.

Another Mystery Death Found ‘Not Accidental’ – Dark Fiction by M.Forman.

A thirty-five-year-old woman was hung by her camera’s strap, another unknown victim was found naked in long grass, by Meadowbrook TAFE students. A third, yet-to-be-identified body, was discovered by joggers near a water storage facility — a common link being all three deaths occurring during nights of thunderstorms.

Three Deaths Investigation - Police Walk Bushland — Investigations Continue.

Nina de Jong’s death is a turning point in this story’s narrative. She’s the one found dead in her own backyard. There are glass shards surrounding her muddied body, and police claim she may have been raped before she died. It’s difficult to be certain. Vital evidence is destroyed by a night of torrential downpours.

We realise there is a change in the method of Nina’s murder. This killing is more personal than the others. It’s a clue the media overlooks as it charges forward with a sensationalised serial rape and murder villain narrative. It skews the official investigation too and misleads a fearful public that’s keen to take a killer off the streets.

There were clues that could’ve led to the truth.

Sarah Foley wasn’t always a Foley. A long time ago, she went by another name Long-forgotten childhood sweethearts rarely look recognisable as aged adults thirty years later. Wrinkles and body fat alter our appearances. Marriages change their names. Samantha should’ve listened to her husband when he suspected something he saw in the news. The killings could’ve stopped right then and there. They didn’t.

Maxine’s demise was easily explained away. She was an attention seeker. Investigators labelled her death to be a misadventure and closed the case.

But then there was Nina, that sweet blonde and single mother trying to put her life back together after a messy and violent divorce. She wanted her affair to be kept a secret.

Two lovers embrace — Nina’s Secret Affair Partner

Her friends and family knew nothing of her new relationship with the stranger. She’d barely told herself. The attention she received was amazing, and that’s what mattered most. If it was to be a brief affair, then let it be as intense as it should be. She deserved some happiness anyway.

Our murderer and mysterious lover become conscious of each other at this juncture. Nina is the key victim, but no one in her neighbourhood heard those glass doors shatter. Her screams were lost to the storm too. According to those who were interviewed, she was seeing no one at all.

We discover in SEETHINGS that, for some killers, murder is a form of escape.

It’s not about revenge.

Revenge is yet to come.

Creep you later,

–Michael Forman (Author of SEETHINGS)

Five Random Victims
Summer Thunderstorms
Charm Bracelet
Author: M.Forman
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Body Found In Bushland Near Beach – Fine Adult Fiction

Another woman’s naked body was discovered by bird watchers in the early hours of this morning. The body belongs to that of Verna Julenthorpe, 37, of Eagle Farm. She was last seen by friends yesterday afternoon. Her body was found on a naturalist’s boardwalk at Nudgee Beach at approximately 5.00am after a night of torrential thunderstorms.

Police won’t speculate on her death and deny that this one has any link to the Storm Killer Murders reported in the media three years ago.

Despite the similarities between this and the five victims found in isolated areas of Brisbane’s outskirts, investigators are adamant that there are no connections. They’ve asked the community to remain calm.

Residents in the area have reported no suspicious activity in the area prior to the murder.

Joe Callim, a resident of Nudgee Beach, has a property adjacent to the forest that connects it to the beach where the body was located.

‘Yeah, sometimes we see headlights in the park and folks try to camp here overnight but something like this hasn’t happened before. It’s a quiet community. I can’t believe it.’

‘I doubt anyone would’ve heard her call out. The storm would’ve blocked out her screams,’ says resident.

Mr Callim continued, ‘If it happened during the storm [that we had last night] then no one would’ve known. The storms would’ve blocked out her screams. It poured so hard that I couldn’t even hear my tv.’

According to police, Mrs Julenthorpe appears to have driven herself to this location to take photographs. What she was photographing or happened to her after reaching the beach is still unknown.

Like the other victims three years ago, no attempt was made to conceal the body.

Hi! It’s me!

I spent many hours around Nudgee Beach, fishing, sailing and photographing the area. When I wrote SEETHINGS 2, I knew I wanted to see a murder committed there. It’s a perfect place for it.

It’s reasonably close to Brisbane but it’s an almost forgotten area.

I used to take students there. We’d stand on the mud-flats at low tide in the darkness waiting for the dawn light to color the sky. I’ve lost count of how many shoes I muddied over the years showing them how to capture the perfect sunrise shot!

Nudgee Beach - Another Picture Postcard — Nudgee Beach – A Picture Postcard

The walking trail mentioned in the novel is a real place too. My students enjoyed using it while shooting the birds that waded in the shallow waters for their early morning feeds.

Nudgee Beach - Picture Postcards — Glorious sunrises at Nudgee Beach

At night, romantic couples often meet in and around the beach, the car park and the nearby Mangrove Forest. (Some just enjoy watching a perfect moon rise across Moreton Bay.😉. How boring!)

Although the main car park is well lit, a smaller one that’s nearby isn’t. The forest trail that meanders it’s way through the mangroves and passes by a beach hasn’t any lights at all.

It’s possible that, when the conditions are right, visitors could come and go without being noticed.

And so a perfect murder scene is set, ready to be filled with intrigue. All I need to do is find a reason for two people to come together on a summer evening just before a thunderstorm.

In fiction, that’s not hard to do.

She uses dating sites to find part time lovers. He’s out shopping for another victim. Photography is their common interest. Both have their respective needs met near an isolated shoreline using photography as a ruse to meet.

A camera bag is found with her phone still inside it, minus its SIM card. (He uses it for something quite gross. You’ll have to read the novel to find out what it is.)

Okay, I’m evil and mentally sick. I get it… but I write for the neo-noir genre, right? It teeters between psychological thriller, horror, erotica and murder mystery. It’s supposed to be evil. That’s the deal.

So if you’re a sick person too, pick up a copy of my book for your reading displeasure. It’s available as a paperback or an e-book.

–Michael Forman

A Sailing Affair
Two Random Victims
Childless Couple
Charm Bracelet
Author: M.Forman
Avail: e-Book

‘Forman’s writing style is artful, with the protagonist Mitchell’s warped thought processes masterfully exposed. The author has a powerful and vivid command of language and his word pictures are stark and disturbingly real.’
Linda J Bettenay, author of ‘Secrets Mothers Keep’ and ‘Wishes For Starlight’

Murder On The Ocean – Fine Dark Fiction

Accidents happen. When they occur at sea, things turn bad fast. It’s a dangerous world on the waves. If someone falls overboard, they can go missing without a trace. There are few witnesses to recount what actually happened, and there isn’t even a body to inspect for evidence. Distance, drift, salt-water and sharks, often makes one disappear.

Suspicion often surround man-overboard situations, but who’s to deny an accident? Who can disprove it is there’s no evidence to the contrary? A rolling ocean, water across the gunwales and slippery decks, are the right combination of circumstances that can cause such an outcome to occur. It’s a regular situation on a boat. Accidents aren’t unusual. Each month, somewhere in the world, a person disappears from a vessel and their body is never found. It’s true.

Sailing a small yacht comes with special challenges.

A yacht has ropes, wires, sails and many moving parts. If the weather turns foul, it affects the boat in substantial ways. A wave can easily crawl over its deck, tip the boat, wet every surface and cause a boom to swing violently from one side of the yacht to the other. An unaware crew member can be clouted by it, catapulted clear across the cockpit, and then be sent directly into the sea.

Sometimes an encouraging push will do it.

Landlubbers are aware of the perils-at-sea by reading sailor biographies. It gives them some insight, but there’s still a great gap between reading, watching from a shore and what happens between the white-caps.

There is also the nice one that appears in romance fiction. It’s a cute, fuzzy version of yachting. Golden sunsets, salt-kissed skin, blue waters and island paradises — is the dreamy alternative. This fairy tale has helped to attract a certain type of person to try out sailing later in life. It’s the kind of character I like to write into my dark fiction.

Single life in my late 30’s gave me a unique insight to the kinds of people who gravitate to yachting later in life. Recently detached women, many moving towards their second lives, weren’t afraid to invite themselves onto a sailor’s yacht, so they could see and experience something new.

Blending the sailing world with the second-life dating scene makes for an interesting study of interpersonal relationships. Quite often, an unhappy past life provides significant motivation to make the most of a brand new one. Love on a yacht moves quick and is deeply passionate. Unfortunately, some second-lifers haven’t ended their first-life marriages before stepping out on their spouses. They’ll keep secrets from everyone, including themselves, to feel good about themselves again. This secretive female is my protagonist’s perfect victim.

There’s no escaping a long sea voyage if the yacht’s skipper turns out to be a serial killer. And there’s no need for police to look for a missing person on the water if there isn’t a history of one being aboard a yacht.

Tanned bodies, sex and chardonnay is but half of the sailing story. The other half is about being surrounded by an abyss and unable to reach land when you desperately need it. This is the muse I used when writing the sequel to SEETHINGS, SEETHINGS 2.

You can pick up an eBook from Smashwords to start reading it right away. Just click on the book below!

–Michael Forman (Author)

A Sailing Affair
Two Random Victims
Childless Couple
Charm Bracelet
Author: M.Forman
Avail: eBook

‘Forman’s writing style is artful, with the protagonist Mitchell’s warped thought processes masterfully exposed. The author has a powerful and vivid command of language and his word pictures are stark and disturbingly real.’
Linda J Bettenay, author of ‘Secrets Mothers Keep’ and ‘Wishes For Starlight’

Amateur Photographers Discover Body

What are you looking at? I'm not a real reporter. Got you!

Reporter: Julie Sephlia

MF News & Media

Logan City: Two Meadowbrook photography TAFE students taking a walk this morning, discovered a woman’s near naked body in low-lying grass on the banks of the Logan River.

Charlene Foley, 38 of Kingston, was last seen on Wednesday night after she told her husband she was going for a walk for fresh air. She never returned.

Logan City Police have released the following statement:

‘Mrs Foley appears to have left her Kingston address at about seven thirty on the night of the 15th and then made her way along Juers Street.’

‘We believe she met someone, relocating to a Meadowbrook address soon thereafter. There were sounds of a struggle on Juers Street, and we’re currently looking for a white sedan that was seen in the area around that time. We are also searching for her mobile phone’s SIM card.’

‘Cadets from Oxley Academy will be doing a ground search today, retracing her movements along the river, Armstrong Rd and its surrounds.’

Photography student Len Skapp who discovered the body said, ‘We were photographing birds and I said to John what’s that in the background? I thought it was someone sunbathing in the grass.’

Mrs Foley leaves behind two daughters and a son.

Len Skapp? Surely you didn’t believe that oddball name, did you?

I didn’t write it into the book like that. That’s a serious adult piece inside there. Len Skapp is just a spontaneous name l came up with for this post for fun.

Naughty me.

Please enjoy what was put into my slightly deranged, neo-noir styled novels now. 😉

– Michael

A **Sailing Affair**
Two **Random** Victims
**Childless** Couple
Charm **Bracelet**
Author: M.Forman
Avail: eBook

“Forman’s writing style is artful, with the protagonist Mitchell’s warped thought processes masterfully exposed. The author has a powerful and vivid command of language, and his word pictures are stark and disturbingly real.”
– Linda J Bettenay, author of ‘Secrets Mothers Keep’ and ‘Wishes For Starlight’.

Brisbane: Photographer Hanged By Camera Strap

She died. I can’t believe what I’ve just heard. I just got off the phone with Sarah. Maxine and I were talking just yesterday. She never said she was going out with her camera. She was supposed to be at home all night.

It’s typical though. That explains why she was so nice to me. She pumped me for information on how to take lightning photos and listened to everything I said — so uncharacteristic for her.

That bloated, ungrateful and frequently belligerent bitch defied me and did something foolish. She’s always doing idiotic things. And now its effects are fatal. She’s accidentally hanged herself on her camera strap right beside the Story Bridge. What a stupid thing to do! Oh, Maxine!

I shouldn’t speak like that, after all, Maxine died in tragic circumstances. She’s worth more than that. Everyone is. When someone leaves this world, even enemies deserve respect. Okay, she wasn’t actually an enemy, just an acquaintance — more like a pain in-my-ass who happens to be in the same line of work as me. She often turned up at social events to get drunk and harass me.

She heard that my spare time was taken up trying to get the best lightning photo of all. I suppose she thought she could outdo me. Why? Weddings are her speciality, not storms. She did another irresponsible thing, and it didn’t work out this time. She died due to her boneheaded stupidity!

Sure, she was due some karma, but not something as dire as that! No one should go this way — and to do it so public, too.

Yes, I think you’re a classless human being, Maxine, but you’re not a complete imbecile. Why would you scramble across the top of a cliff in the pouring rain, for God’s sake? You must’ve tried to get a better angle of that iconic bridge. What was the point? There was another way to get it without the danger.

But there’s no telling Fat Maxine what to do. When she gets an idea in her head, she won’t let it go. If wine’s involved, she’ll defy everyone to make a point. But how did she get past that fence? She’s too obese and unhealthy to climb it. Even top-class athletes would find it difficult to climb on a dry day. I don’t get it.

Police said that she was on the other side of it and then slipped on the mud. She fell a little way down the cliff-face when an exposed tree root caught hold of her camera strap. She was barely a few feet down and then dangled there until she passed. Some guy on the bridge saw her body when he was out for his morning jog. It was a shocking discovery.

What I don’t get is how the camera strap came to be around her neck in the first place. If she were using her tripod, she wouldn’t have had it around her neck at all.

Farewell Maxine. I know it’ll be a much quieter world without you and your drunken rants.

-Mitchell

(Read now: SEETHINGS.)

Five women’s bodies are discovered after the nights of thunderstorms. Their spouses are suspected of the crimes, but it becomes clear that someone else is responsible. There’s no blood and few clues. A storm photographer who specializes in taking pictures of lightning may be the only witness.

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