Author Information:
Born and raised
in the church, J.S. Bannerman has taken the dangerous stance to question events
that have been spoon fed to him as the truth since his childhood. He
continually pushes boundaries as a purveyor of terror and often strives to find
that disquietude that exists inside each one of us.
He is a nomad,
calling no one place home; choosing the life of a traveler while on the mission
of writing the Family of Dog series. As a result you may find him in your town,
writing at your local pub, crafting tales of horror so terrifyingly depraved
and heartbreakingly cruel that you would never believe that they come from a
mind as normal as his. Just beware, because within each tale is a message; it’s
just up to you to figure out what it means.
The Pitchfork Diaries Synopsis:
The Pitchfork Diaries is a collection of short stories and prose unlike
anything you have ever read before. Even the darkest and most violent
imaginings of your mind cannot come close to matching the horrors contained
within.
J.S. Bannerman, a new name in the
horror genre, has skillfully woven a collection of tales that will inescapably
work their way into your psyche, take up residence and relentlessly haunt
you. Prepare yourself to be confronted by words that will threaten to
shake the foundation of everything you thought you knew; no truth is too
uncomfortable, no thought too gruesome to share.
All are invited to read The Pitchfork Diaries. Many will never be the
same.
The Pitchfork
Diaries: Volume One Links:
Amazon (right now just eBook but print should be up this week) -
Smashwords
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SHORT STORY:
The Scarecrow’s Lament
The man that was made of hay,
broken tree limbs and abused human remains had only one foot, a partial arm, a
brutally severed torso stitched roughly together with twine, and a gaping hole
in the chest where the soft tissue of a now cannibalized heart had once lived.
The scalp of the decapitated head had been sewn together from two pieces, one
blond and one brown. A lamp sat in the corner of the barn upon an old wooden
table, illuminating the phonograph player that sat next to it. Soft notes of
music streamed from the large, curved horn atop the player, and as it filled
the barn her young body swayed from side to side. She pranced around
provocatively in her version of a murderous burlesque dance, perhaps imagining
that she was, in her way, arousing and readying the butchered corpse.
By
J.S. Bannerman
So,
if you are familiar with me and my writing, you will know that I really have no
problem sticking my middle finger in the face of any race, religion or
authority figure, and I like it.
Today
I want to take on those people who are here to help me – the media!
I
have an awesome group of ladies whom I consider to be my family. They take care
of my press for me, and hey hey hey, I fucking love it! They sell me all over
the globe, and I tell them to use me like a golden dildo.
Now,
being thrust into a world of people actually wanting to talk to me and know all
about me has become a very interesting experiment.
Let
me assure you this rant or pet peeve or what I call ‘psychotic fucking hatred’
is NOT directed at everyone involved, and certainly not my homeboy Will!
But
you all know the way that you walk past the person on the street and you
casually toss out the overused phrase - “How are ya?”
The
truth is – you don’t care, you never cared, and you never will!
This
is what the opening line in an interview is.
“Tell
us about yourself.” C’mon, now, really?
Okay,
here is my honest answer to that question. I am horny, depressed, angry,
drinking Jack and coke and smoking cigarettes like a freight train, and to be
honest I felt more sincerity from my ex-girlfriend telling me that she will
always love me than I do for a second in your words that you actually care
about me – oh, and I want to fuck your sister. Okay?
“Tell
us who influenced your writing.”
Let’s
see; the Hustler and Swank catalog, ‘the Necronomicon’, ‘How to blow your load
on your slut’s tits’ and ‘Martha Stewart’s guide to blow jobs’. Does it matter
really? If my writing sucks, are you going to blame it on my influences? The
answer is no, but I fucking guarantee that if it is great, it will only be
because of my influences. It’s called having my own brain - read my books cum
dumpster!
Here
is one of my all-time favourites.
“Tell
us about your upcoming release...”
You
have GOT to be fucking kidding me, right?!
How
about you tell ME about my upcoming release - we did supply you with a copy,
right?
What
I am trying to get to with this little nugget of rage is - do all of us a
favour, and do not let words come out of your mouth that make you look
like a limp dick or that you do not care to hear.
It’s
a lesson we ALL - including myself - need to work on.
Spend
a few minutes with your flaps shut. Do something brand new and listen!
If
you want the truth and you are dealing with me, you had better be fucking
prepared for it, because my truth and your truth are most likely very
different!
So,
to end this; listen, I am a very easygoing guy who loves women, sports, beer
and a good blowjob.
I
write horror to take both of us on a journey. It is sick, repulsive and
graphic, but do me a favor and tell me something I don’t know instead of
everything I do, and expect the same from those around you!
Respect
is earned on both sides of the fence. I want yours and I hope that you want
mine!
P.S.
If you buy my books you earn some respect!
In
the shadow of the horns,
JS
BANNERMAN.
No-one rants quite like Jake! Love it.
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