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Print Copy of Lamplight Volume 6 Issue 2 now available!

The print version of Lamplight Volume 6 Issue 2 is now available for order! This magazine includes my horror story, "Implicate Order," as well as fantastic stories from KL Pereira, Sarah Read, Haleh Agar, and many others. Maria Haskins, author of Dark Flash 1 and 2, said that the volume is a "must-read" and that my story is a "spine-tingling slow burn."

  • Print copy of Lamplight Volume 6 Issue 2 

To mark the print version's release, I've put together a few things from my writer's notebook that helped shape this story.

First are a few images used as reference for the story that I think are wonderful in their own right: 

Here are few pictures I took on Nantucket near Long Pond in 2016. The loneliness of these images inspired the atmosphere of the story. 

Finally, I put together playlists for my stories while writing them and these songs are a few that seemed to evoke either the atmosphere or emotions of the story.
PJ Harvey. "Rid of Me." Rid of Me. (1992)

Marissa Nadler. "Anyone Else." July. (2014)

Loscil. "Deceiver." Monument Builders. (2016)

Sonic Youth. "Secret Girls." EVOL. (1986)

Suicide. "Che." Suicide. (1977)

Clinic. "Harvest (Within You)." Visitations. (2006)

Elliott Smith. "Everything Means Nothing to Me." Figure 8. (2000) 

Thank you for reading!


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