Withersin’s Damned Interview with:
Charles Colyott
I write horror, dark fantasy,
mystery, and a little bit of non-fiction.
My wife and I raise alpacas, llamas, and a 5 ½ year old daughter, all of
which are unbearably cute and severely damage my street cred
as a writer of horrible things...
List published works:
Severance
(Dark Recesses Press issue #6, Winner of the Déjà vu Horror contest) – A tale
of madness, murder, and revenge from beyond the grave… with a twist.
The Proposal
(Read by Dawn 2) - A low-key story of unrequited love, magic, and salvation.
Dust (Churchonthursday.com) –
Another quiet story about a little girl and her unusual role in the lives of
those who know her.
Black (Available through
shocklines.com or charlescolyott.com) – The 1st of a 5 part series,
Black is a genre-blending modern day dark fantasy epic following the lives of a
group of teens caught up in preventing (or bringing about) the end of the
world.
“If Marilyn Manson, Kevin
Smith, and John Woo decided to remake a John Hughes movie into a book, the
result might look something like Black.” – Reader Review
List website: www.charlescolyott.com
How can we contact you? charlescolyott@gmail.com
In your own words, define
Withersin.
It’s…
PEOPLE! WITHERSIN IS PEOPLE!!!
If you were a sideshow act,
what would you be?
The Geek, prob’ly.
What is your greatest non-literary
influence?
70’s and 80’s horror movies. Stuff like Phantasm
and The Gates of Hell. That sort of thing.
Describe your most
irrational fear.
Slugs.
How about your
most guilty pleasure?
Ninja
Warrior
Name the most disturbing
nursery rhyme/fairy tale you can recall.
Mary Mary Quite Contrary.
Do you eat meat?
Occasionally.
What were the skies like
when you were young?
Cleaner.
Name your favorite garden
tool.
That
would have to be a hoe.
Name your least favorite color,
first job and worst job.
Favorite:
Author: John
Skipp/Jack Ketchum/Ed Lee/Lovecraft/Poe/Hemingway/London/Kafka
(I could go on…)
Movie: Willy
Wonka and the Chocolate Factory/Lord of the
Rings/Dawn of the Dead (original)
Music Group: Afghan Whigs/Twilight Singers/Failure/The Smiths/The Cure/Mindless Self Indulgence
Song: Untitled
– The Cure
and Quote: “OW! …wait… what? WHAT?!” – Vincent Van Gogh
If you were a loaf of bread
what kind would you be?
Crusty,
moldy, and likely filled with bugs.
Weirdest news you have read
in your local newspaper:
I
like in rural
Why horror?
I
like to make people wince. Or cry. Or, better yet, vomit.
Here's a photo. (seen on Interview main
page)
“INEDIBLE NOT INTENDED FOR HUMAN FOOD”
You have 112 words. Go.
No pearly
gates.
No
hellfire.
Henry was
still here – not alive; a thousand gallons of liquefied flesh congealed and
sloshed inside the tanker – but very aware.
When the truck
stopped, the voices of the disembodied others echoed in the darkness.
They all
wanted to move on. Life had betrayed
them.
Ground
them up.
With a
squeak and rush, what remained of them sprayed out from the tanker, through a hose.
Henry saw
the sign on the back of the tanker – “NOT FOR HUMAN FOOD” – as he spilled into
some sort of trough.
As the
hogs spilled in and began to eat, Henry wondered if it would ever end.
Life is a
pigsty.
(Thanks to Morrissey for the
inspiration.)