Book Cover!

There is it, folks. The official cover for Love Me. Releasing in August.

Click here to check out Love Me's page on the Jersey Devil Press website. Let us know what you think. Or we'll find you. And harm you.

LOVE ME

Hugs and kisses,
Danger!

Love Me Announced!

That's right, kids.  My debut novel has been annouced!
It's called LOVE ME and it will be released by none other than the greatest jersey-devil-related-online-literary-magazine in the past three years, Jersey Devil Press!  Check it out HERE!!!
Now, I know you all have a million questions:
1. What's it about?
2. When will it be released?
3. I want lunch!
4. Who are you?
To answer:
1. I'm not telling.  But think Candide meets the Toxic Avenger on a low-budget porn set while David Lynch and Kurt Vonnegut argue over the script in the background.
2. It's coming out this summer.  No release date yet, but I can assure you, there is currently an army of mad scientists dilligently working on it as we speak, making sure every comma, every colon, every sphincter is securely in place.
3. That's not a question.  But check your fridge.
4. And who am I?  I'm Danger_Slater, motherfucker.  You're on my webpage.

More details to come.

Click it!

Love,
Me.

Blog-A-Long!

Greetings Dangerlings,
I have a very special blog post over at The Zombie Feed called E-mails of the Dead.  You can read it HERE.  And don't forget to order The Zombie Feed Anthology vol. 1 featuring my brain-crunching short story HIPSTERS IN LOVE.  I believe the anthology is shipping this upcoming week, so get your pre-order in now and the editor will autograph it for you and not inject the pages with the deadly Solanum virus which will slowly transform you into a zombie as you read it.  And as I believe my story is the last one in the book, it would be a damn shame if you became a mindless zombie before you got to enjoy it.
After you've enjoyed it, you can do whatever the fuck you want.
Here's some linkage:

E-mails of the Dead

HIPSTERS IN LOVE

Thanks,
Danger!

Zombie Nation!

Calling all Undead Fiends,
Pre-orders are now being taken for the very first anthology from The Zombie Feed, featuring a previously unpublished story by your favorite author/atom bomb, Danger_Slater!
That's right, kids.  This story will only be available if you order the book!
It's called HIPSTERS IN LOVE, a blood-soaked, brain-chomping, hipster-bashing slice of end of the world goodness! 
So what are you in store for?  Here's a short excerpt, to whet your appetite:

"We should start a band," Rob interrupts, playing the same 3-chord riff over and over and over again.



"Jesus, you two are giving me a headache," Vikki rubs her temples.


"Maybe you're turning," Rob tells her.


"Not funny," she replies. She sits on the counter and crosses her legs, almost painfully, as her pencil-thin jeans don't leave much room for movement. "When are Marco and X getting back?"


I look at my watch; Snap, Crackle, and Pop tick around the clockface. I got it from a cereal box. "Its only been an hour," I go.


On the table in front of me is a months-old copy of Newsweek. The cover reads in red bold-font APOCALYPSE! I haven't read the article yet. I'm not too into reading. Unless it's Palahniuk. Then it's...tolerable.


"I hope they find some Chai Tea. I can get kind of cranky when I don't get my caffeine fix," Vikki says.


"Really? We hadn't noticed," Rob chimes in, not looking up. She sneers at him, her grapefruit lips parting like the Red Sea; her smile an ocean of piranha.


From the boarded-up windows, the sound of pounding fists continues. Like rain spattering a sidewalk. I find it relaxing - the clawing, scrapping, the soft guttural moans of the outside world. Nevermind the fact that those fists are attached to bloodlusting zombies - the ravaged undead city, forever pulsing, trying to get in. I suspect they want to eat our brains. Or tear us to shreds. I suspect they want to come in and destroy the last bastion of civilization we've built here in this coffeeshop. Who knows? It's like music - the pounding. Just like drums. Maybe we should start a band. The last band on Earth. There'd be no one to listen to it.


It would be so ironic.

What's gonna happen?  You'll have to buy The Zombie Feed anthology Vol. 1 to find out!  Plus 16 other zombie-licious stories to eat your brains and transform your body!
Here's the link:

The Zombie Feed: Volume 1

What are you waiting for?  ORDER NOW!

Love,
Danger

Bump in the Night!

For anyone who's interested, I had a 100 character short story on The Drabblecast [episode 194] this week! 
It's literally three sentences long.  They call it a 'Twit-Fic'.
This story can only be enjoyed aurally, so you can either grab it off of iTunes, or click on the link:

HERE

If you want to just hear my meager contribution, it's during the last minute or so, but I implore you to listen to the entire show.  It's one of my personal favorites.  I even had a 100-word short story called MY WIFE IS A HEAD OF LETTUCE featured in episode 167!

Get to it, kids.
Until next time,
!_Slater

Adam!

He's your best friend!
He's my best friend!
He's EVERYBODY'S best friend!
Read my latest short story ADAM over at Negative Suck!
Get to it.

ADAM

Your second best friend,
Danger!

Attention Shoppers:

Just when you thought it was safe to exchange that multipack of striped tube-socks your mom bought you for Christmas, comes a horror story of non-refundable proportions! 
Read my latest, THE MUMMY RETURNS! WITHOUT A RECEIPT! or be foreced to wander the halls of retail babylon for the next thousand years!  You can find it at the daily flash magazine Weirdyear. I suggest you go now before it's too late!
Beware the mummy's curse!  Beware the skinny denim!  Beware the smart-ass twenty-something retail clerks who only got a job because their parents were forcing them to 'learn some responsibility'!
Beware!  Beware!  BEWARE!

THE MUMMY RETURNS! WITHOUT A RECEIPT!

Hope you enjoy,
Danger_!