Joseph A. Pinto

#barflypoet & author of dark fiction

For anyone following my blog, I guess you know by now that I’m a horror author. Funny thing is, I barely post anything ‘horror’ here.¬† ūüėõ I’ve shared my poetry.¬† I’ve shared poignant stories about my daughter. You’ve learned of the release of my moving novella Dusk and Summer, as well my continued efforts raising …

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A belated happy 2014!¬† I certainly hope this new year will be healthy and positive for you all! I’ve never been one for resolutions¬†because a particular day on the calendar dictates I should do so.¬† I believe that every day is a resolution; every moment.¬† Trust me, it’s a difficult way to think.¬† There’s so …

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Welcome to Coffin Hop 2013! While racking my brain trying to decide what to do for Coffin Hop this year, I decided – what the hell, I may as well give away three prizes. Besides the twisted path of prose I offer below, I’m going to pick three winners from those who comment on this …

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Welcome to Coffin Hop 2013! While racking my brain trying to decide what to do for Coffin Hop this year, I decided – what the hell, I may as well give away three prizes. Besides the twisted path of prose I offer below, I’m going to pick three winners from those who comment on this …

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Since 1992, I’ve kept a notebook collection of story ideas and have been faithful in adding to my potpourri of twisted thoughts ever since. ‘Oats‘ originated as an unnamed, loose story about a child who loses a tooth, and her evil father who won’t allow her to keep it. I’m pleased that my voice has …

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Believe it or not, I first wrote ‘Sweet Nothings‘ way back in May of 1988.¬† Then, it was titled ‘I Know Something You Don’t Know.’¬† The original concept was that of a man who learns his girlfriend has cheated on him, so he kidnaps her lover and tortures him.¬† The twist, of course, is that …

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Where do I even begin?¬† Maybe I should start by saying that I don’t “game plan” my writing.¬† I sit; I write.¬† It’s that simple.¬† I never steer a story’s direction, nor do I even attempt to influence it in any way.¬† I see images in my mind; I feel emotions wash over me.¬† Then …

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