Welcome to WiHM 2019 – Introducing Author of Post-Apocalyptic Horror E. M. Kelly

We’re into our second week of WiHM 2019 and it gives me great pleasure to introduce author of post-apocalyptic horror E. M. Kelly.

E.M. Kelly is a horror and post-apocalypse author who lives in New England with his wife and daughter.

Question 1.

Which horror genre do you written in ?

I’ve always been fascinated with post-apocalyptic books and movies and I have always wanted to write about it, and now I have. I like the horror aspect of it and people trying to survive whatever is trying to kill them.

Question 2.

Why do you write horror? Tell us about your horror journey?

I’m a horror fan because of my mom, who now hates it. I remember her going to the library and she checked out Stephen King’s “The Gunslinger”. I loved the cover and when she put it down, I grabbed it. I know it isn’t horror, but it turned me on to King. The next time I went to the library the hunt was on to find King’s other books. I found “Cujo” and checked it out. My sister was and still is a huge horror movie fan and made me watch every single one that came out back in the 80’s, even those cheesy B-movies, which she loves. I’m not into the horror movies as much anymore.

Question 3.

Your favourite horror author and the book you like best by this author?

Stephen King and his book The Stand.

Question 4.

Name a character in film, book or legend that you wish you had created in your fiction.

It’s not horror related, but I love the character John McClane played by Bruce Willis in the Die Hard movies. The desire to do the right thing while walking a fine line of good and bad. Plus, I love his sarcasm and witty one-liners.

Question 5.

What scares you?

Sharks. I hate sharks.

Question 6.

What have you got in the pipeline?

I’m currently working on my second book, Demons & War, which will be out later this year. I also have the third and fourth books outlined, and a good chunk written for the third.

Question 7.

Please, include a paragraph of your work – your favourite passage or a few lines from a work in progress.

Addiction & Pestilence – Excerpt from Chapter 9

“Please have your ticket and I.D. ready,” the big burly TSA officer said as he looked down the line of passengers.

This is it. I have no I.D. There’s going to be a flurry of guards here in a minute to escort me to a secure room, because I don’t have my I.D.

The older woman and her husband passed through the metal detector, and the younger woman found her I.D. just as she stepped up to the TSA officer. He scribbled something on her ticket, handed it back to the young woman and waved her through.

“Next,” the security guard said.

His body stepped up to the metal detector with his arm outstretched with the ticket.

This is it, Brian repeated to himself. I have no I.D.! Pull me out of line! he shouted from inside himself.

He was staring at the big massive TSA officer, who looked down at the ticket and noticed there was no I.D.

Come on! Stop me! he shouted.

Just as the officer was about to look up, Brian noticed the menacing black shadow thingy right behind him. The thing reached out its arm and its long, foreboding, black finger curled out until it touched the officer on the shoulder.

The officer instantly felt an unbearable pain in his stomach, as if it were about to explode. His face turned bright red and sweat began to form on his brow. Suddenly, a low growling sound came from his stomach, and he doubled over as burning liquid began to rise in his throat. The man’s insides felt like they were on fire, and he could actually feel his esophagus disintegrating, as stomach acid and bile forced their way up through his system. The acid entirely ate away at the lining in his throat, followed by the blood vessels beneath the lining’s surface. The security officer reached up to his neck and grasped at it as if he was choking. A look of sheer terror washed over the large man’s face as the blood vessels behind his throat burst, and he suddenly felt a rush of blood down his throat. He tried gasping for air but only managed to inhale blood as it poured into his lungs.  He was swallowing the blood he wasn’t inhaling, and a button on his shirt popped off as his blood-filled belly began to distend. As the man fell to the ground from the lack of oxygen, Brian’s arm reached out and took the ticket from the dying officer’s hand.

In that quick moment, he was finally able to read the destination—his possessed body was bound for London.

No! No! No! Brian shouted as his body passed through security. No one had taken notice; other passengers and TSA officers ran over to assist the man who now lay on the ground with blood pouring from his mouth.

Find out more about E.M. Kelly’s books and writing:

Book link: Addiction & Pestilence https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07G453G1X/






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