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Spotlight On C.S. Fuqua

Updated: Dec 12, 2019



Well here we are again, another season with the all seasons artist C.S. Fuqua. and another missed post, the latter of which I apologise for - it was unavoidable this time round. I'm particularly proud of his works of art. I mean as a musician and an author. He took great time for me for the interview for the Daily Strange. I hope you agree with me it was worth it. The Interview was pretty explanatory, but I must say that was really helpful for understanding what he has gone through. When I read one of his book Walking After Midnight, I had several questions for understanding his mystic world. After the interview with C.S. Fuqua, naturally will change slightly and develop with time, and in response to comments from our visitors, but where are several things I am already very clear about.


From Hikes Photo by C.S. Fuqua

Firstly, I want to publish well-written, horror, thriller, mystery, suspense and science fiction stories like Fuqua's. A Simple enough aim, one might think, but as anyone who has edited a content of any description, the quality of submissions can vary wildly. One would hate to discourage anyone with genuine talent but perhaps a sketchy grasp of punctuation and grammar, but the first thing that any editor has to learn is that there can be no compromise. Set high standards and stick to them, which is what I have done and what I intend to continue doing.


A Writer Try To Write Something

I also want to publish a wide variety of stories. Most creepy stories and science fiction, with time, develop a certain editorial style, inevitably reflecting, to some extent, the tastes of those who chose the material. My own tastes are fairly horror, as are those of the various visitors assisting me, and I'd like to think that between us, we can offer you a very broad range of material. Not only recognisably traditional horror and science fiction, but also stories which push back the boundaries of the gene, or else leap off at an unexpected tangent. I've always been rather keen on the idea of speculative fiction, and plan to take a keen interest in the more unconventional varieties of horror and science fiction, though not the exclusion of all else.


Tale Trees Must Be Growing!

From now on we have stories from such established writers as David Stigwood, Lisette Cornwell, Henrik Zander, Christiane Schilling, Magnus Perfort,Stanislav Farada and also newer writers ---

László Harkányi,Þorsteinn Bøving, Prévost Carletti, Lianella Mancinotti,Eamonn Wolfenden, Patricia Thompson, Agnieszka Walach -


We dig something sometimes, even if we love them

I am particularly delighted to be able to include work from an unpublished writers, as I very much want them on the Daily Strange. It can be a vehicle promoting the work of new writers, as well as publishing stories from established authors. Publishers and editors have a duty to nurture and encourage new writers. Without them, the genre would eventually atrophy and die.




Cradle To Grave Creepy Stories

Many people worry about the state of horror and science fiction, whether the quality of the ideas and writing is deteriorating. One can't deny that the genre is bring vigorously hyped in some quarters, and that some of the work being published as horror and science fiction that distinctly suspect, but so long as there are discerning readers who demand high standards, and editors and publishers who are prepared to work to high standards, I think we can safely say that the genre is reasonably healthy. I very much hope that Daily Strange will be making contribution to maintaining high standards and encouraging new and original writing.


Now We Got Lots Of Strange Contents Now You'll See!

From now on we try to continue the good work by again providing plenty of material of interest

to Science fiction, horror, western, Tv spin off, Crime and Comic book fans. Again you should see improvements on Daily Strange.


See You In The Darkness!

Fuqua's superb artwork has graced for 61 different mystic stories for the Walking After Midnight and book covers for three decades. His prolific output is almost too larger to catalogue but to give you a raster here goes. His interest includes music and instruments especially harmonica. He is not just an author. Also musician and a craftsman. Now he has Busy with his new project. It is about ''Native American Flute'' It could be his biggest shot. His works are interesting for young and old readers. The more section of his career has led to his work for The Year's Best Horror 19 & 20, Walking After Midnight, Death In Service (Audio Cassette), Alabama Musicians, Rise, White and Trash Southern (collected poems), Trust Walk, Rise, The Native American Flute and Wind Poem Series.


Author C.S. Fugua

Official Page: csfuqua.com

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C.S. FUQUA AND HIS AMAZING WORKS

Fiction

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Nonfiction

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POETRY

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Music

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Author Mini Bio

Chris Fuqua has worked as a newspaper reporter, magazine editor, book editor, English tutor, substitute teacher, janitor, respiratory therapy technician, gas station attendant (when such things existed), salesclerk, musician in a Mexican restaurant, writing instructor, and more.. Chris’s work spans a broad spectrum—historical, musical, and social nonfiction, and dark fantasy, literary, and science fiction and poetry—appearing in hundreds of publications worldwide as diverse as Bull Spec, Main Street Rag, Slipstream, Pearl, Bogg, Chiron Review, The Year’s Best Horror Stories, Cemetery Dance, Christian Science Monitor, Honolulu Magazine, Naval History, and The Writer. His published books include Native American Flute Craft ~ Ancient to Modern, The Native American Flute ~ Myth, History, Craft, Trust Walk and Rise Up fiction collections, The Swing: Poems of Fatherhood, Big Daddy’s Fast-Past Gadget, Muscle Shoals ~ The Hit Capital’s Heyday & Beyond, Cancer, White Trash & Southern ~ Collected Poems, and Notes to My Becca.

The Living Dark On The Daily Strange



I called aloud, shouting my friend's name. The empty rooms only echoed my own outcry. And then--I say this with no attempt to be dramatic--an unutterable fear came over me.


For a moment I stood there in the hall, undecided whether to turn and run or to advance farther. The living darkness was in my eyes, in my throat, vibrant with its high-pitched whirring sound and hideous with a stench of fetid decay. It clung here, in the corridor of Mc Chai's home, a thousand times more ugly than in the street outside. It was stalking me.


Then I found false courage. Resolved to find my friend, or at least discover where he had gone, I felt myself estranged forward. I say ''strange'' --it was weird, nothing more. With both hands out-flung before me as a barrier of defense, I went slowly down the hall. Somehow in the dark I found the door of Mc Chai's library, the room where he spent most of his time. Never in all the years I had known Mc Chai, had he gone off and left the door of his most private sanctum open.


Here I struck a match. The sulfur sputtered a suddenly flared bright; and I shrank from the threshold with a gurgling cry. I saw that scene for only an instant; yet as I write this on Daily Strange & 2 weeks later, it is still vivid and frightful. Before me lay the narrow, book-lined room with its single table. A huge carved chair stood by the table; and in that chair, staring straight toward me, sat Mc Chai.


When I say that the man's face was a mask of unspeakable horror, I mean just that. I have seen torment before, where torment is a routine thing. I have handled crushed, broken bodies on the operating table; I have watched men and women die slow deaths when the more merciful thing would have been a bullet. But Mc Chai's face when I looked into it at that moment, was the essence of all agony. The eyes protruded like sticks of charcoal; the tongue was a black, bloated lolling horror. And the body below that was no body at all, but a shapeless, bloody mass of sodden pulp, propped here in mockery.


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Website of the blackness that rolled up like a thick fog, as a Thing from outer darkness feasted. . . .

THE DAILY STRANGE INTRO

Updated: Nov 18, 2019



If You're Looking for bug-eyed strange monsters carting off well-constructed females, Daily Strange is not your meat. If you want wild, 5 General And 13 Hidden Category on the outer rim of the Daily Strange, then you'll have to look for it elsewhere.


With Daily Strange we're reaching---beyond. It is only a hairline, perhaps right at your feet, that divides you from---something a world you never knew, yet somehow WANTED to believe in. Daily Strange a force, a vitality, an aware aliveness over there in another dimension, just awaiting a touch to spill over into our world, or draw you to it.


We like to think of this force, this vital essence, as having a sense of rough justice, so that its intrusion into our world or its inclusion of you in its world---always restores the rightful balance of things, as no force within our present can, can do.


Mostly, that is. Sometimes things can go awry, even with the balanced awareness of that force from Dark Zone, or perhaps some counter force intervenes, producing a chaos beyond imagining. You never know. That we feel, living in the Daily Strange.

Who would expect to find the Devil at a church bazaar? And if you did, wouldn't your naturally expect HIS justice to be ironic, a gigantic travesty on true justice?


And when you have Nothing To Fear, then you should fear Nothing, which is a terrible thing, a frightening, horrifying chaos.


And who, except a paper man, can be injured by a paper bullet? But from what source?


Such a devastating shot can only come from Psychotronic News Page. And if you looked in the Mirror, Mirror on the Wall, you'd expect to see your own face, wouldn't you? But what if you didn't? What if, of all horrors, you didn't see---anything!


And if you lost in the trash box (13 hidden category is in the ''TRASH BOX'') and defied the Future, what would your future be? What if you suddenly realized, with dawning horror, that the trash box.


POEMS & FICTIONS PAGE;


''Here we feed the sites monster that possess dark zones theme. If you dare to enter this section you will crawl like shattered dolls, as you take this 13 ladders. In every step you took, garbage box will mark you like the ones before you by licking your delicious soul.''​


It is the What-If-ness of things that makes ''Collectional Horror Page''is the different and vintage horror review page. There just might be that vital force from Daily Strange that could reach out and touch YOU. Of course, if you have Nothing To Fear, then you're safe. Or are you?

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