Chris Saunders

2 weeks ago | cmsaunders.wordpress.com | Chris Saunders

I have long been fascinated by Chinese culture. It’s all those layers and hidden meanings, then the hidden meanings behind the hidden meanings. You think you grasp something, then look at it a little deeper, and realise what you were ‘grasping’ was only the tip of the iceberg. You weren’t wrong. You just weren’t seeing the whole picture. This concept permeates virtually everything, but is particularly prevalent in fiction. Words are building blocks, after all.

3 weeks ago | cmsaunders.wordpress.com | Chris Saunders

Title: Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things Year of Release: 1972 Director: Bob Clark Length: 87 mins Starring: Alan Ormsby, Anya Ormsby, Valerie Mamches, Jeff Gillen, Paul Cronin, Jane Daly, Bruce Solomon Children Shouldn’t Play with Dead Things (also known as Revenge of the Living Dead, Things from the Dead, Cemetery of the Dead, The Siege of the Living Dead, and Zreaks) is an iconic piece of work co-written and directed by Bob Clark, who would go on to direct Deathdream (1974) and the...

1 month ago | cmsaunders.wordpress.com | Chris Saunders

During my two-decade career writing for magazines, I have worked closely under several dozen different editors (1). Sometimes our working relationship lasts a couple of weeks, other times it lasts for years. There are a few I have been working with in one capacity or another since the very beginning. After a while, for better or for worse, you begin to identify certain character traits that distinguish them from each other.

1 month ago | cmsaunders.wordpress.com | Chris Saunders

I am happy to report that my short story, The Screaming Man, has been included in Horrific Scribblings. The brainchild of L Andrew Cooper, HS is an expanding online archive of dark short fiction (and some poetry) by various authors who share the outlet’s dedication to the provocative, scary, and strange. As Andrew explains, “there are no issues like a magazine.

2 months ago | cmsaunders.wordpress.com | Chris Saunders

The Manic Street Preachers are one of those bands whose music may resonate more at some times than others, but have remained one of the few constants in my life. They started strong back in the early nineties with Generation Terrorists, and were an integral part of the swaggering Cool Cymru scene that truly put Wales on the pop culture map. Since that glorious heyday, the quality of material they’ve put out has varied wildly and apart from the odd banger, they haven’t bothered the charts much.