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An Introduction to Dead Oaks



What is this Dead Oaks? you're probably asking. Well, lucky for you, I'm here to give you a quick introduction before things get kicked off! And let me tell you, big things are (hopefully) happening soon here at One [Word] at a Time...

If you've read this blog before, then you probably already know I'm a BIG fan of horror, even if I don't write it all that often. However, that's all about to change, as I've been working on a brand spankin' new, web-only writing project called, if you haven't guessed already, Dead Oaks.

The best part of all this? I want YOUR help!

The goal of Dead Oaks is simple: Each week I am going to upload a new, terrifying, spine-tingling, underwear-soiling, sleep-with-the-lights-on short story all revolving around the same town, a place where nightmare creatures live among normal people like you and me. All of these stories can fit together into an anthology, or can be read individually with no repercussions for skipping a story here and there! (To put it simply, think of it as an online version of Goosebumps.)

And where do you come in? Good question!

As Dead Oaks evolves, the second goal is to have awesome blog-readers and writers adding their own short stories to the anthology, thus creating an entire universe of terrifyingly great short stories that all fit together in some way or another! With all the talented writers I know out there (of all genres), it shouldn't be difficult to get this going and see what weird, scary, disgusting things exist inside Dead Oaks!

If you're already convinced (before I post part one of the first story later tonight), feel free to comment on this blog post or message me on Twitter or Facebook! You can also email me at christopher.waltz821@gmail.com


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  1. SophieJuly 4, 2014 at 4:25 PM

    This is a supper cool project. I'm excited!

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