COVID-19 SOCIETY: LIFE IS A ROLL OF TOILET PAPER

As the pandemic was unfolding on social media people were scattered in the frozen produce section of Costco staring down at their smartphones as if waiting for instructions. A lady was fixated on her screen beside a batch of tomatoes when her face scrunched up and she started to turn. They all did, not into […]

THE MARVEL SUPERHERO ON PARK STREET

I was walking by a large Victorian house on Park Street when from up on the top floor balcony I heard someone calling out. I turned to see a girl –maybe ten years old– leaning over the railing so that her long hair hung straight down. “Hey Mister, do you want to see a trick?” […]

THE NOISY BATHROOM FAN

At first Randall was appalled when the noisy bathroom fan suggested that he murder his girlfriend right then and there, but then he grew intrigued. With the fan’s persuasive voice, the thought of murder solidified into an ideal. Was it possible? In fact, was it the only thing that would set things right? He was […]

THE INCUBUS OF IRVING ST.

Tina was pulling grocery bags from her trunk when she spotted Bono walking across the street. That’s right, U2’s very own Bono looking like he had just stepped out of the ZooTV tour with the shiny black suit, chest-open shirt and fly sunglasses. There was no mistaking it because nobody else looked like him. Tina […]

The Window

“Did you take your medication, Hon? The neighbours complained again. The walls are thin and they can hear you laughing and talking to the window.   And now you won’t talk to me or look at me you just continue to stare at the goddamned television.   I’ve tried yelling and even shaking you and […]

The Laughing

I must have been twelve the first time I heard it deep in the woods -the laughing. Sometimes it was a woman’s laughter sometimes it was a man’s sometimes an old voice and sometimes young but there was something about the laughing unlike anything you’ve heard before. Deep in your bones you knew that it […]

Everything

Old habits hang like nooses brushing against my throat against my thoughts tightening across everything that I’ve become. I’m sorry that we fight like this but fighting is what everything has taught me to do. Sometimes I want to break down like an old car because of everything that has built up but Father would […]

Short Segments of My New Horror Novel: The Dweller

Here are some short segments from ‘The Dweller’ just to provide a snapshot of what’s inside! Dead Girl Writing on a blackboard: https://hernanjmonzon.com/2014/09/27/dead-girl-writing-on-a-blackboard-dont-turn-her-around/ Facing Yourself Before the Fight: https://hernanjmonzon.com/2014/05/16/facing-yourself-before-the-fight-dweller-chapter-15/ Voices Coming From the Walls: https://hernanjmonzon.com/2014/05/04/hey-little-birdy-come-and-make-an-old-man-happy-dweller-chapter-14/        

Facing Yourself Before The Fight (Dweller Chapter 15)

As though on cue, the mechanism beneath the platform I stood upon creaked and whined as it began the ascent into the heart of the World Stadium completely indifferent to whom it carried. It must remember well the emotions of all the past fighters that had stood upon it throughout decades of victories and disappointments. […]