Open Submissions are HERE!

LERONE_BENNETT,_WELL_KNOWN_BLACK_WRITER_WHO_IS_SENIOR_EDITOR_AT_EBONY_MAGAZINE,_IN_HIS_OFFICE_AT_JOHNSON_PUBLISHING..._-_NARA_-_556250Interested in publishing your written or illustrative works? I have a slew of jobs posted and open in the section labelled: Opportunities. This is under the uncaffeinated PRESS area of the blog.

6996863717_a39bfed5d5_zI’m looking for materials based in the following genres: Weird War I and Gothic Horror. There are also opportunities for my own publications: “How to Milk a Butterfly”, “Case of the Caged Killer”, and my next project “The Dust Devil”.

If you have any questions, shoot me an email at:!

Out of the Darkness

MF6761As you know, I tried to take my life a little over a week ago. This attempt was a result of poor coping mechanisms or skills to better understand my more prominent mental illness: Major Depressive Disorder. I’ve written enough about that event, but I do want to introduce and invite you all to help support a different event hosted by the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention: Out of the Darkness.

2666.The AFSP has been holding this event to help fund its non for profit efforts in the fight against suicide and to better inform about this horrible activity. Suicide can not only affect the individuals attempting, but more so the people joined with that individual’s life. I witnessed firsthand, how attempting suicide affected my family and friends, heck even strangers. Fortunately, I failed at my attempt. That being said, there are a number of ways you may contribute to the cause: Financially or Physically.

If you choose the financial route, more than 82 cents of every dollar you raise can be used to:

  • Educate the public about mental disorders and suicide prevention
  • Fund scientific research
  • Promote policies and legislation that impact suicide and prevention
  • Provide programs and resources for survivors of suicide loss and people at risk, and involve them in the work of the Foundation
  • Offer educational programs for professionals

If you decide you’d like to get out and represent your commitment through the walking event, Out of the Darkness, check out the information here and below.


If I’m feeling well enough, I plan to join these guys on the 27th to walk with Team Spacebarbies. I’m still a little sensitive and anxious around large crowds, but it gets better each day. I’m also still under close observation for relapse, but I feel I have put my trigger for my attempt behind me and look forward to a healthy lifestyle, learning better skills to keep me from ever reaching that point of depression, but also promoting and supporting causes that specialize in Behavioral Health. FYI, the National Alliance of Mental Illness is another great resource for those seeking more information.


Want to support Team SpaceBarbie and the AFSP from the sidelines? Please spread this post or…Make a Donation!

Thank you,

News and a Treat!

So…I’m finishing the ending and edits for Caged Killer tonight. Hoping I may send for review through CreateSpace as well. In the mean time, here’s an excerpt from my next project: Dust Devil. Shooting for a Steam Punky something or other. Please let me know what you think. :)


airshipDust Devil – by – Chris Wells

The night sky was cool and blowing across his face from the port side of the vessel. Jarrik checked his time piece. Six hours passed since the airship changed course. Heading directly south, towards the forward camp, this trip marked his third to the front lines since the war began. The ships engines could be heard as they gave off a muted purr coupled with the chop from the many propeller blades, carrying the vessel through the air that evening.

Flashes of light peppered the night skies directly ahead of the ‘Dust Devil’ and its current path. Instead of the expected anti-aircraft barrages, heat lighting created brief but intense patches of glowing airspace. Weather systems also converged near the forward camp, generating rough flight conditions. Because of this and the possibility of the ship being revealed by the lightning, the crew readied for evasive maneuvers as they drew closer to the storm.

“How are the winds?” A voice questioned as it rose from the deck below. Mr. Andrean, the Dust Devil’s first mate, was making way up a service ladder emerging from the gun bays on the starboard side of the ship.

“Fine for now, sir.” Jarrik replied. “However, we are prepared to encounter a fair amount of chop in about 30 leagues.” Mr. Andrean produced his digital mono-tracker and surveyed the skyway they would soon enter. Aside from the lightning flashes, the air was clear.