Friday, 30 December 2011

A Toast and a Vote.

Hi everybody. A toast to wish you all a very Happy New Years and hope 2012 brings peace, joy, love and success to you all.

A few quick nuggets to share before then end of the year. My story of grotesque, ‘Apron Strings’ won the final Friday Prediction at Lily Childs Feardom. I want to say thank you to Lily herself, not only for the win but for all the great support she lends to me. She’s such a fantastic writer and editor I feel privileged to call her a friend.

The story can be found here-Apron Strings

Another brilliant piece of news is that my story, ‘The Endless Game’, which you may remember won the Mammoth Book of Best New Horror 22 also on The Feardom, has been nominated for the Best Horror Short Story published 2011.

If you have a spare couple of minutes and would like to vote please click this link- Preditors and Editors Poll Scroll down until you see The Endless Game by Anthony Cowin. Once you’ve submitted be sure to click the link sent to your email inbox as the vote won’t register unless this final action is taken.
I hope you all have a great end of year and the next brings everything you hope for.

All the best, Tony.

Monday, 5 December 2011

Running With the Gods.

I had the good fortune to claim a runner up spot on Writing Magazine's Talkback site with my flash fiction piece, 'Whisper of the Gods.' It's my attempt at an allegory about the epiphany of self awareness when we realise we are the true masters of our actions and lives. It's the awakening of the sleeping giant that fights against unwarranted persecution only to realise he can all break the shackles and face his captors. Something we all need to do at times even if those captors are ourselves.
It's a theme I keep finding myself revisiting. Maybe that's all horror is- a wish to break from a slumber we know will terrify and test us.

Whisper of the Gods

It was a dot at first. Then it grew to the size of an unfurling fist. I thought of spiders. Do they grow at such speed, move in such a lethargic manner? No, it was a shadow that crawled along my cell wall.

I tried calling out but I had no mouth. Not since they had stitched it up. I looked at the straps that pinned me down. I rolled my eyes. My vision rested on the shadow, now the size of a football.

Soon it filled the wall next to my bunk. I struggled in the leather straps, the sweat easing them a little. It slid down the crumbling plaster, crawled across my body and sank into my skin. It was inside me.

The shadow stank of rotting flesh, made me puke inside my mouth. No escape from missing lips, I swallowed. My organs seared, my skin tightened and my muscles bulged. The shadow overtook me, empowered me. I snapped off the straps and roared. The screams ripped apart my mouth releasing my voice through strips of raw flesh. They had beaten me, silenced my voice. Now I roared until footsteps echoed down the hallways toward my cell. This time I'm ready. They can't harm me. This time, I am free.

Paws: The Revenge.