There's a pre-order for Nursery Stories for Dumb Crotch Goblins. I think it just works for kindle, so you might have to wait until release day for the paperback. For information about the anthology can be found here.
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My series of short, improved nursery rhymes "Queenie's Nursery Rhymes for Shit Heads, Pervs and Shit-Fuckers" was accepted into Mothers of Mayhem's charity anthology Nursery Stories for Dumb Crotch Goblins (Gloom House Publishing). This anthology is to benefit Donate Life America in honour of Jay Wilburn.
We now have a release date: 29 August. And a cover. As I posted the other week, I have the rights to Becoming back. It has now been formatted and is ready for reissue under its original title of Strip/Becoming. It'll be hitting godless in September with an Amazon release to follow.
It is the sister story of 56 Seconds and part of Era Two. In case you need a little refresher: This is the story of how Marcy died. “We are trapped in a cycle of abuse and violence between Marcy and Kord, her lover, with the other people in her life drifting in and out of the developing narrative as narcotic ghosts.” – Greg James She thought he wouldn’t return. She hoped he wouldn’t return. Kord. Shapeshifting, demonic robot from Mars. But he came back, like a fly after her honey. No one else existed except Marcy and Kord. Somewhere in such a short amount of time, she was meant to believe his lust became love. He looked nothing like the pictures he sent. The WiFi couldn’t convey the smell. One date. Popcorn. A film. Nothing more. She didn’t sign up for him to touch her. She didn’t sign up for him to stay. No meant I came all this way to meet you and you won’t even give me a kiss. No meant he was going to stay. “This is basically what anxious thinking looks like if you could print it off. That constant whirlwind of thoughts spinning around in your head is basically the way this book is written. … The interesting thing is that as you move through the book reading in this chaotic way, your brain seems to piece everything together into order and you end up with a clear picture of what’s happened to this girl…” -Rebbie Reviews This one is a godless only short. As Satan's Yeast Infection has proved so popular and Marmite is still available in supermarkets I thought I would turn Satan's Yeast Infection into a series of shorts that progressively become more disgusting.
This second instalment is due to hit godless sometime in August. If you missed the first one, you can pick it up for 50 cents. However, it does set the scene a bit. Don't expect that in every story because these are only shorts (so aiming for no more than 3,500 words per story). The story starts with footage from the first Satan's Yeast Infection going viral. People wanting to be internet famous and prove how open minded and sex positive they are copy the footage and post it online. As functional people don't want a ferret to lick yeast extract out of their arsehole, this might prove dangerous. Once the scene is set, Butt Weasel follows the trail of cum and yeast extract into a club that Frankie stumbled out of last night. The ferret is rigged up to a camera that streams what he sees. He's looking for some other craze for shallow people chasing internet fame to involve themselves in.
I've been practicing editing and trying to get some sounds together and exciting things for Story Time and starting this week, there will be some branding. I still don't have a tripod and lights, but I'll get there.
And I have some very exciting stories to read. This week is Starving Zoe, which has been causing a bit of controversy this past week. This book came out in 2020 and it is only now getting some notice. I'm so excited C. Derick Miller is letting me read from it. And I'm waiting on a story from Kevin Sweeney himself. If I do vomit from reading it, I'm not editing that out. Some of his stories have somewhat traumatised me. I tend to need to leave a gap between reading them. Death's Head Press have sent me back the rights to Becoming. I did want to put it out with 56 Seconds at the beginning of the year, but it just wasn't possible. I needed a slip of paper before I could make it possible. I now have what I need.
So, Becoming will be back out, under its original title of Strip/Becoming in late summer/early autumn. If you are a frequent visitor here or to any of my social media, you understand how busy I am. I heard this one was a nightmare to format, so once my house is sorted, I will set an entire weekend just to the formatting (56 Seconds didn't give me any problems, but this one is even worse with indents and changing alinements, etc.). Once I have an exact release date, I will post that. This is one of my longer short stories. I wrote it years ago. It was accepted into an anthology but that anthology never happened. I'm pleased to say, I decided to self publish it so those naughty gnomes can share the kink in May. It'll be exclusive to godless, but a lot of my stuff is these days.
This was a very fun story to write about garden gnomes and internet porn. Who will have the most live stream viewers? You will have to read to find out. With the repairs and redecorating, I haven't been able to post on here that 56 Seconds is once again available in paperback. There will be a hardback to follow. There were some formatting issues with it (that was the one amazon would let me purchase to approve). But if you want a paper back, you can now order it from amazon (once again). There isn't any difference other than a short introduction between this edition and the first one.
This must be one of my most requested stories. Marmite. The most disgusting vile substance known to mankind. You can't launch it into the Sun because the resulting solar flare would send Marmite particles bombarding the Poles. Earth's electro-magnetic field wouldn't be able to cope and we'd all die. Not from solar radiation but from the Marmite hitting our skin.
No, my Marmite story isn't about propelling it into the Sun. But, it is as disgusting as the substance itself. Nearly. If you propel my story into the Sun, we'd survive. I did write this story to try to have Marmite banned. Unfortunately, since it was first released, there's been even more Marmite products appearing on supermarket shelves. One of these is Marmite peanutbutter which replaced Reese's peanutbutter. I am not happy about that. Plus there's fucking Marmite cheese. Why is Marmite ruining all these perfectly good products? Who is buying this stuff? Synopsis: After a night's debauchery, Frankie eats yeast extract straight from the jar with his fingers. He shares what leaks out of his anus and the yeast extract with his pet ferret, Butt Weasel, while remembering the night before. You can purchase it from godless on the 18th of March for 50 cents. Remember there are no pre-orders on godless but thought you'd like to see the page. PS. GIMP and text are not a good match. I will either install a plug-in or use different software for text in the future (I could not get my name to wrap around the drawn ribbon thing no matter how many times I tried, turns out it is a problem with GIMP and not me - so far, that is the only thing I miss from Photoshop). On 12th January 2022, 56 Seconds will be live on godless.com. On 31st March, 56 Seconds will be live on amazon once again. There might still be some paperback copies floating about if you can't wait that long.
You can read the interviews I gave during the first release over here (scroll to 2018 - I haven't gotten around to making that page pretty yet, sorry, it looks like a trainwreck, but that's where all the links to my interviews can be found). And more information about Era Two is over here. If you're used to reading my genre fiction, 56 Seconds is a bit different. It is prose poetry. You can read some of the reviews on goodreads to give you an idea of what you'll be getting with it. Washed up dee jay, Donnie, relives his life in a series of flashbacks while being taunted by Marcy. |
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