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Noirror? What the Hell is Noirror

Here's the cover, get your name on it
Yeah, what the Hell is Noirror.
Well, it's a word we made up.
Ever see those crime fiction anthologies dedicated to stories inspired by a band?
This one is kind of like that only since we call ourselves 'Pulp Fiction that skips the boring parts' and pulp fiction includes horror and crime so we thought ours should not be strictly crime (Rock -n- Noir) or Horror (Rock -n- Horror) thus, Rock -N- Noiirror.

So here's what we are looking for:

Short stories in the horror and crime genres that somehow involve rock, blues or heavy metal music. Not so much famous musician stuff but down and dirty bar band stuff (bonus points if you set it in Swinging Dick's Saloon). We want dive bar gigs instead of Stadium tours. Stories about the kind of places people do meth in the parking lot (Because it's not rock and roll if no one's doing crank in the parking lot).

Places like this only not near as nice
We want stories about the bands t…

Friday the 13th? We're Here for Ya.

You know who never takes a machete to the dome on Friday the 13th?

The kid reading a book that's who.

Guess who's here for ya on Friday the 13th?

That's right we are.

Load up the car for a Double Feature
You can not only keep yourself safe from hockey mask-wearing maniacs (and or their moms) but do it even if you're on a tight budget. In the spirit of everybody's favorite swimming challenged slasher we have our brand spanking new horror collection Friday Night at Hell's Drive-In for a mere .99 cents. For less than a dollar, you can get Bodie Myer's Camp Hendrix and Todd Morr's The New Mexico Institute of Re-Animation in one place. Not just that but three spine-tingling flash fiction pieces (two of which are appearing in print for the first time). Yep, all that for less than a dollar.
You can enjoy five tales of bloody horror while keeping yourself safe from crazed killers for less than a dollar. You can't afford not to do it.

If E-books aren't y…

The Hellogy is Here

That's right Go to Hell Today

So, other than being awesome for the sake of being awesome what is this about?
Well, as many of you know, the Dark Lord Satan ( and that much lesser demon The Dark Lord Stan) spends a lot of time in Albuquerque, he likes the green chile. So do we, so sometimes you can find us there too. As many of you also know we ran Satan's (could have been Stan's) bar tab up a while back and he wasn't happy about it.

Satan (or maybe Stan)
Of course, we offered our immortal souls but apparently, unlike the money we spent, he already has those (Todd Morr's soul, in fact, was stolen long ago by an evil ventriloquist dummy).

The Little Sally Soul Snatcher Doll is not happy about this.
So when we ran into him down in New Mexico things got a little tense until the tequila, beer and green chile started flowing.

They have good Green Chile too.
Things were going quite well until we stuck a certain lord of the underworld with the bill again.
We don't make…

Free Sample Sunday, why the Hell not?

Just a little taste of what they're serving over at Swinging Dick's Saloon.
“Start the night drinking at a place like Dick’s and you never know where the night is going to take you next.” Slim (name redacted) former bartender, Swinging Dick’s Saloon

       Dirty Jokes and Violence  Todd Morr

"Survey says: Nine out of ten people will enjoy this gang rape."  The four men gathered around the table drinking weak American beers and doing shots of strong
American whiskey laughed. This was a foursome who could appreciate a good, or even a mediocre,
rape joke. One man found this so funny he spit out a mouthful of Pabst Blue ribbon onto the tall round
table. The table laughed again, especially Dusk who showed some pride in being able to make a man
laugh so hard he would waste a mouthful of Pabst Blue Ribbon.  Deke was there for the joke teller, Blake Randusky, Dusk to his friends, a piece of shit as far as the rest
of the world was concerned. Deke had been following him for a while,…

Free Sample Saturday is Back, Bitches

This week we're bringing you a sample from A Night at Swinging Dick's Saloon Enjoy.

“Swinging DIcks Saloon might not be the kind of place where everybody knows your name but it is the kind of place where a guy can hang out tell bad jokes with his pals or maybe even meet a hooker who at least has the decency to pretend she has a heart of gold."

Slim (name redacted) former bartender, Swinging Dicks Saloon

Urayull Bodie Myers
“How did you lose your arm?” The man with the long beard gave Drew an odd look which made Drew immediately regret asking the
old man whose right arm ended just below the elbow what happened. If he hadn’t been trying to
impress Jenny he would have let the guy alone. “I never lost my arm.” the old guy said as he used his good hand to sip some of his pint of the yellow
swill found only on the taps of Swinging Dicks Saloon known as Red White and Blue beer. Drew nodded. The last thing he wanted to after finally getting Jenny to meet him for a drink was to
get into a…