Getting The Most Out Of Scream Time

Vent those inner anxieties by pairing screams to a perfect screaming place.

There’s a difference in places like there’s a difference in screams. Trust me. When you’ve got your victim in the right place, the scream they make will reward you — in a good way! I know great screams when I hear them — and I’ve tried many places to get the perfect one from every victim.

Oh, did you come here thinking this was a story about releasing your own frustrations in a safe, therapeutic way? (How selfish of you!) You’re half right. Some of us use other people to make the sound while we provide them with the anxieties to make it.

The trunk of my car used to be my favourite spot to hear a scream — but I was young and dumb — frankly, I’d never tried anywhere else. (How was I to know?) And I wasn’t such an aural connoisseur back then. The business of concealing the attack was way more important. I’d stuff a thick sock in their mouth right away. Duct tape maintained the silence so I never knew what I was missing.

One day, I took someone under a bridge. I hadn’t planned the encounter — and it was a real struggle getting the victim back to the car. My sock, tape and trunk felt like they were a million miles away. The bitch screamed many times and then I was surprised by what I heard. There were echoes. That sound aroused me in ways too devious to describe — totally surprising. It had a lot to do with the bridge. Those large concrete surfaces produced a sound bounce that elongated the scream. It was absolutely beautiful and I couldn’t get the sensation out of my mind. It got me thinking: Are there better places to hear a blood-curdling scream than the trunk of my car or under a random bridge?

After thirty years of experience, I feel it’s the right time to share with you my top five favourite screamy places of all.

  1. The desert. Obvious right? There’s no one to hear a scream. Its isolation allows them to run free. Enjoy way more scream time! Save duct tape and socks too. (Unfortunately, no exquisite echoes either. Boo-hoo.) Just take a shovel. Done!
  2. Two inches underwater. It’s a bubbly scream, not as loud but it has a very interesting effect. It’d be for those who’d like to be more creative with their kills.
  3. Upside down. The pitch changes. Yes, it does! Go figure! (Hint: Record a scream right side up and then compare it to the upside-down version. Yep, that’s a whole tone or two higher! Weird eh?)
  4. In an empty bucket. Pop a large bucket over the victim’s head and then listen to how the scream drops. That’s because the victim’s ears get the sound first and it’s bloody painful. Alternatively, if they keep screaming at the top of their lungs, watch their body flinch at the pain they cause themselves. It’s a wonderfully masochistic type of scream.
  5. A Cathedral. Oh my God, this is it. This is where it all happens — so stirring. It’s the most heavenly way to experience screams. It just rings and rings forever. Imagine a demon raping an angel — that’s the sound you’d get. Forget about finding a bridge. Go straight to Church and wallow in the surround sound of a scream delivered in a Holy Cathedral.

Now, I can’t guarantee you’ll get the same results as I do, but what I offer here are foundation stones on which to build ideas. You can mix it up by using two or more of my suggestions in one scenario. For instance: Take a victim to a Cathedral-sized cave and hold their head under two inches of water. Bubbly screams with some echo overlays is what I predict. (I haven’t done it myself (yet) by I can imagine the rewards would be worthy of testing.)

What about inverting the victim on a vertical turntable in the middle of Nowhere Desert and then fixing a bucket to its head? If the turntable rotates automatically by way of a small motor, you can sit back and listen to the ever-changing pitch as they go from right side up to upside down and back again. You can have fun finding ways to keep them screaming while figuring out what causes the pitch to change.

What keeps them screaming, you ask?

Anything you like.

Happy hunting.


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.


The Perfect Happy Ever After Story Can Be Found Inside This Dark Fiction

Everyone loves a happy ending. Even the darkest of stories have one if you know where to look for it. It’s a time when villains become heroes and it’s cool for them to do evil deeds. The trick in locating the dark fiction HEA is to skew your head sideways. Conventional thinking won’t help you locate it in the obvious places. You must first allow the darkness to flow over you so it can smother out orthodoxy and open up your mind.

There are millions of authors on social media who write vanilla HEA’s for traditional HEA fans. HEA comforts readers. Fans know that by the close of the book, any crazy world made inside it will always end in one place, happy. It makes HEA fans feel safe — like pulling up a cosy blanket on a cold Winter’s night.

It got me thinking, I write HEA’s too. My evil narratives end in happy places! Sure they do.

Stop laughing.

It’s a fact. My characters flounder like any HEA character. They doubt themselves. They love, hate, inspire-to-do-better, fail and succeed — just like any HEA character would do. There are winners and losers. And every dark story I’ve ever written comes with a profound, life-affirming resolution at its conclusion. Yes, I know, I offer readers a scratchy HEA blanket, but who said all blankets are soft?

evil eye

A criminal’s version of happy-ever-after would be different to yours and mine. It’d be no less important (to them) but it would be a new challenge to create a good one as a writing exercise. Taking their viewpoint would allow a writer to explore their life goals, their hurdles, ups-and-downs, and all the foibles that come with living their kind of life.

For instance, not going to jail would be one of the criminal’s best HEA’s, right?

This type of HEA would be a hard-sell to those who firmly believe bad people should be punished. Jail time or a death sentence is the only satisfactory outcome for those who commit heinous acts on others.

Remember TV’s Dexter?

Now there’s a likeable bad guy who managed to get millions of fans on-side. The show was one part psycho-killer, three parts Equaliser. Dexter killed people but his victims were evil people too. They were paedophiles, murderers, etc — the worst of the worst. We liked watching our deranged, yet well-controlled killer, police society’s filth with his sharp knife and oodles of transparent plastic film taped to the walls and floors of his home. He became a judge, jury, and an excellent executioner. It’s an unconventional HEA.

See? It can be done.

This writer’s greatest challenge is to create new narratives using the HEA as a starting point — and then to develop them from evil’s perspective. I invite readers to experience them, so they too can become dark HEA believers by The End — the perfect HEA for my kind of adult fiction.


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.


Genetic Fingerprinting Wasn’t Always A Reliable Tool For Fighting Crime. DNA’s Transitional Period Was Incorporated Into This Dark Fiction Narrative.

Today’s crime-solving is easy. You take a swab of some icky stuff left at the scene of a crime, do something science-y with it, and a mystery gets solved. A bad guy goes to jail. Everyone sleeps at night. Perfect. It’s the happy-ever-after we expect for crime events.

We assume that DNA sequencing has been with us forever but it hasn’t. In fact, there are countries in this world where DNA science doesn’t exist at all. Technology and knowledge aren’t equally shared around this globe of ours.

And then there’s that wonderful moment in history when DNA science arrived in our own country and city. It was brand new but not yet perfected. At that point, genetic sequencing was super expensive, time-consuming and didn’t always yield the same results twice. It was unreliable. We liked what it promised to do but couldn’t trust it. A hair follicle, saliva, or semen, wasn’t enough to convict a criminal in court. This meant some of them got away with murder.

I wrote a novel where one criminal committed a heinous crime before the process of DNA matching became a perfected science. They lived well after it’d been accepted into Criminal Law. Someone else finds some good, DNA evidence on an old love letter and then makes a threat to reveal a long-hidden truth by sending it to a crime lab. It’s blackmail by DNA — a different angle on the DNA component of crime narratives. (My story isn’t exclusively about DNA. The cover of the book confirms this.) This transitional period when DNA science didn’t exist, and then did, is an alluringly grey area for this writer. It intrigues me a lot. It makes me wonder how many real-life criminals are out there just waiting for a knock to come on their door for something they did pre-DNA science.

SEETHINGS could be seen as a true murder story as its details feel alarmingly real. If that’s the case, then we’ve something to genuinely fear about the normal citizens of this world. Such a criminal could be your neighbour or the person sitting opposite you in a coffee shop. You couldn’t tell if they’re a killer by looking at them. You’d have to take a sample of their genetic fingerprint to a lab, and then run it through an unsolved crime database, to know for sure.

Now here’s a twist of an idea: Take a sample of your own DNA to that lab. Wouldn’t it be funny if your DNA profile matched one that appears in an unsolved crime? That’d shock you, right? You’d deny it, of course. You didn’t do it. After all, like my protagonist, you’re a decent, kind person. And you’d remember committing such a crime, wouldn’t you?

What if you’d genuinely forgotten about committing it? First, you’d have to be convinced you did it. Let’s assume you are already convinced, the next thing you’d want to know is why and how you came to forget. What was so traumatic that you failed to remember committing murder?

Is someone setting you up or are you simply going mad?

That’s also SEETHINGS.

-Michael Forman

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.


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.

Pure Evil and Kindness

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’.

Character Spotlight: Maxine Sewell. (Dark Fiction Dissection)

Maxine heads a group of small business owners who specialise in photographing weddings. Most of the newer, inexperienced photographers who are breaking into this field, see her as an authority figure and look up to her for guidance. Those who have been around much longer know that they are mistaken to look up to her for anything.

Maxine Sewell.

  • Early thirties
  • Single but on/off again relationship with Andrew
  • Wedding photographer
  • Loves going to parties
  • Central figure to the photography industry
  • Enjoys red wine and Champagne

Her Rubenesque form and aggressive personality helps her get her messages across. No one can out-do Maxine’s vitriol or volume once the wine flows. She can drink anyone under a table or out-argue them over it. Nothing stops Maxine when a party is in full swing.

As a photographer, she isn’t creative or even all that successful, but she certainly is loud. She’s a rambunctious woman whose abruptness is often mistaken as confidence, but it often disguises what little she actually knows about photography. Bridge burning is her only real talent — as once her bluff is exposed and that facade falls, she turns nasty quickly.

Andrew is another photographer. He’s from the northern suburbs and has an efficient business on his side of town. It’s no secret that he and Maxine are seeing each other. He’s playing her, calling on the big girl when no one else is available. He makes it clear that he wants to remain single — and he’ll say it to her face when everyone’s listening. Maxine says she doesn’t care and the friends-with-benefits arrangement works well for her. It’s not true. She’s lonely and everyone knows it. No one believes her, not even Andrew. He’ll just smile and pour her another glass of Merlot. Maxine will be there for him anytime he needs her, no matter how much it hurts her to wait.

And then there’s Mitchell, another eligible male photographer who lives and works much closer to Maxine. She’s been watching him through a separate lens, wondering if he could be the one. Unlike the rest of her male-colleagues who are either too old, too broken, or incapable of holding a meaningful conversation, he’s the only guy she’s willing to try. He seems nice enough, but he’s refused her, twice. She knows he’s married, but she’s also seen him dating other women. It doesn’t make sense. Why won’t he accept her offers. She’s good enough. And why won’t he tell her what’s going on with his wife? Maxine needs to be informed at all costs!

She hates men keeping secrets from her. She’ll find out what’s going on with Mitchell even if it kills her!

SEETHINGS is written with a happy ever ending after you won’t forget.


“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’.

Writers Need To Find Their Special Type of Rabbit Hole, And Fall As Far As It Takes Them

Frustrated writers locate them easy. Sitting behind a keyboard for hours at a time, experimenting with words, characters and plots, generate rabbit holes all the time. One character will go left while her friend turns right. Their life-courses diverge because of their independent choices. The first finds Utopia, the other walks into Hell. A writer must allow themselves the courage to go to both places — or to any other their characters take them. That’s the deal. Nothing comes from writing safe. 

Exploring the creative freedoms of the inner-self will allow an author to spend time in the light AND the darkness (or anywhere in-between). A good writing discipline starts journeys like these but, once they begin to move, open-mindedness chooses their directions. There’s no telling where a story will go. It can lead into an uplifting one, or something that frightens.

Hold that thought!

down the rabbit hole

Hey! Did you ever dream and get a feeling of falling, and then you’re suddenly jolted awake? You know, your eyes pop-open, you find your heart pounding, nails dug deeply into the mattress and an inexplicable sheen of sweat on your forehead?

That’s the one.

What if you could stay asleep through the entire descent and go to where that fall was supposed to take you?

What kills the dream is something called a fear jolt. We wake because falling in the conscious world usually ends bad, and our mind applies that rule — but dreams aren’t like that, dream-falls can’t hurt us. We should be able to ignore the conscious jolt and continue downward into that subconscious world.

What if we could trick our mind and stop that jolt from spoiling the dream?

If it’s fear that wakes us, then it’s fear that needs to be suppressed. Instead of falling and fearing an outcome, why not fall and turn fear into curiosity instead? Let’s hand our destiny over to inevitably and just go with it — we should get past the jolt and find out what’s at the bottom of the hole.

Rabbit hole writing is the same. Rather than fearing our imagination and limiting the words that sprout from our inner-voices, we should embrace curiosity and let them grow. Let’s nurture them and watch what they become.

Standing at a hole’s edge, looking into the abyss below, doesn’t give us knowledge about what’s inside it. We can speculate all we like, but we actually have to go down there to know the deal. Evil could lurk. Death is a possibility. Heaven and equality is on the cards too. Imagine the possibilities. Like a sleeper staying in dreamland during a fall, all quality fiction needs is a writer to jump and let themselves discover.

I’m going down my next rabbit hole right now, and I’m keeping my eyes wide open when I do it. Will you join me as I jump in wonder?

Michael Forman


“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’.

Let’s Go And Commit A Murder

You’d do it if you could get away with it, right? That guy who cut you off in traffic last week; that bitch down the road who slept with your man; a mother-in-law who makes your life a living hell — think of the injustices that could be fixed simply by offing each perpetrator who causes you an offence!

As a writer of fiction, inspiration to motivate a character to commit a murder can come from anywhere. It can arrive with those mentioned above, or with a simple leaf falling to the earth. It can come by way of a child’s first tear, or simple, unbridled hatred.

A leaf? Get out of here!

When it comes to writing fiction, it’s not impossible to exercise some clever literary acrobatics to link all of these and come up with a compelling, yet sophisticated narrative built around murder. (Think The Butterfly Effect.)

Psychological thrillers often gravitate towards the shadowy emotions of psychopaths, revealing the seedier sides of our lives so others can take a peek into a wonderful darkness we rarely get to see or experience. This is where reason and evil meet without resistance.

Who commits a murder?


Me. You.

That tattooed guy in the torn leather jacket is an obvious candidate. Clearly, he’s a villain awaiting jail time. ‘He’s the killer officer! Cuff ‘im! He’s still holding the goddam bat! See?’

Oops! Did we just land in a cliché by tripping over a stereotype? What about Granny Maye? She was also present at the time of the killing and loves baseball. Oh but she couldn’t have done it. She’s a sweet old lady who bakes cookies for homeless people. She’s a devout Christian. There’s no way this God-fearing senior could’ve sent someone packing.

Inspiration to commit murder

Let me tell you, Christian cookie grannies are the worst kind of villains. No one expects them of doing anything evil. Granny could’ve walked in, slit everyone’s throat and walked out with an armful of blood soaked knives and no one would’ve batted an eye at her.

Evil, conniving bitch!

She’s evil for killing. Evil for murdering granny stereotypes.

Tilting fiction away from the predictable is my preferred writing style. Clichés are nice if an author wants to accelerate a story line and help readers — but where’s the challenge in that?

Outwardly good people can be inherently bad on the inside. It’s true. And some readers may just want to see who those people, too. They’ll want to understand why they do what they do.

Back to the guy and his dead ex-girlfriend.

Oh, what? Huh? Did we change the channel? No. There was a murder. Remember? It included a baseball bat. Her head was destroyed by a stick of willow. Blood and bits of skull went everywhere. The news reports used words like ‘viscous’ and ‘cold-blooded’. Every wall and floor in her home was covered in human fluids. It was a mess.

It appears she got up from the initial clubbing and ran from the attack. There were signs of it. Smears of red created a timeline along the hallways, from start to finish. The bludgeoning continued until her body couldn’t take it anymore.

The details of his arrest were cut and dry. He said he’d never been inside her house and that wasn’t true. He’d been inside the home, at least once. The fingerprint on her dining-room’s light-switch was a clear match. He’d lied and everyone knew it.

Our leather clad tattooed villain now has another cliche attached to him. It’s called Lying Bastard. Jail is the happy-ever-after for Lying Bastards, right? If you agree, it’s time to leave. I don’t write for Disney.

If he isn’t a killer, then this story becomes a lot more intriguing. Who did the job on his ex-girlfriend? Why did he lie?

There’s a mystery at hand. We have a fingerprint in a place where it shouldn’t be, a liar and someone else who knows how to swing a bat. It’s two separate yet entwined stories. One follows a line to the tragedies genre while the other falls into horror.

It was a rush to end the perfect crime fairy tale and the police arrested that Lying Bastard without hesitation. They gave the public the happy ending cliche they wanted and became heroes at once. The city slept better at night but police failed to arrest a murderer. It didn’t matter. The story was tidy gift. All it needed was a bow.

The young man was held by the system for eighteen months and remained in custody until his trial. He was acquitted for, you guessed it, lack of evidence.

No one but the court and his family knew of his acquittal. The frenzy surrounding his arrest wasn’t there at his release. He had lost his job, his girlfriend, his credibility and a good portion of his future as a result of this botched investigation.

Although it sounds like poorly written fiction, this particular story is real. It really happened this way.

In short, it came down to that fingerprint and a dumb lie. He lied for a good reason – a stupid one considering what it means now – but it saved him from dealing with his jealous new girlfriend.

Inspiration to get angry

‘Don’t ever go into that bitch’s house,’ she demanded, ‘or it’s fucking over!’

It infuriated her that his prior relationship to that bitch had produced a child. If it were up to her, she’d stop child visitations altogether – but doing that would’ve made her a bigger bitch than the bitch she despised.

‘Pick him up at the front gate. DON’T go inside, EVER!’

Kids are kids. They don’t care about daddy’s new girlfriend. What would she know about getting children ready for access weekends with a parent? It’s not surprising a fingerprint was found inside the home.

When the police questioned him, they did so in front of his extremely jealous girlfriend. What a mistake. That lie changed his life forever.

Who commits a murder? Anyone can commit a murder just like anyone can go to jail.

Anyone did.

Happy stories about crime also include jail time.

As a writer, it’s very tempting to expose such errors, right this wrong by providing an alternate, accurate story. It’d be a way to let the police know that they didn’t do their job… and to keep the public informed as to the failures behind some crime investigations.

Alas, I’m not that kind of writer. I’ll leave that for others to rectify. You’re more likely to read evil-meets-evil inside my novels.

Life isn’t perfect. Sure, it has its good, cliched moments, but evil’s anarchy exists too. That’s the path I choose to walk. Good doesn’t always save my kind of day. Killers don’t always get caught.

When writing SEETHINGS, I looked at our strange fascination for the happy-ever-after to do it’s stuff and making the evils disappear. Rather than quench that thirst, I wrote my own evil fairy tale.

After all, they didn’t get me and my baseball bat. That was my happy ending.

See you in the pages of SEETHINGS.


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“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.

Hand over woman's mouth
She’ll die.

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

Michael Forman (Author of SEETHINGS)

Five Random Victims
Summer Thunderstorms
Charm Bracelet
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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’

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.

A stock Logan City shot for trainers

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. 😉


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’.