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.

-M

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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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.

Michael

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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Dungeon of Dark Fiction For Lovers of Creepy Writing

I’d like to welcome you to my pit of evil happenstance. This is where the most innocent of people are lured away from the light and taken deep into the dark recesses of a primeval mind. May your stay be deadly.

Y’know, this dungeon of dark fiction in which I dwell is actually part of a neurosis labyrinth. This is a quiet corner, far away from the prying eyes of the angel do-gooders, the politically correct and those who tch-tch at everything they see and hear. I apply a few sadistic keystrokes, and suddenly they are here with me, bound to my dungeon’s walls. Stripped of their dignity and clothes, I get to probe their flesh with shiny, metal objects and make their minds quiver with vile words. No one out there gets to hear their wonderful screams.

Dungeon of dark fiction - stories and ideas

There’s no romance here. No weddings. No love everlasting. Warm and fuzzy hero righteousness is banned. I provide no clichés. My happy ever after is to watch victims plead for mercy and then kill them regardless what they say. This version of a HEA is a refreshing change to the literary landscape, don’t you think?

Helpless victims and fictional manuscripts aside, churning out stories for dark fiction readers in my mind-dungeon comes with the same problems authors on the surface of the planet have to deal with. We can murder all we like, but we still need a special kind of electricity in the text to make the reader stay with the page. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. And then there’s the marketing, advertising and finding our reading market in the first place. Self-publishing isn’t an easy road.

Somewhere between the creation of a phenomenal story and a reader’s inevitable enjoyment of it, is the editing process. It’s the single largest and most challenging part of any writing project. Watch the video below to meet me and see where the writing comes together.

Michael Forman

Creep you later,

Michael


“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.

Scarborough Marina, Redciffe

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’

Scarborough Harbor - Australia
Life on the water.

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. 😉

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!

with lightning

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.

Pure Evil and Kindness

-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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