Car Crash Weather

By Matthew Tait

Horror writer Michael Richards is disturbed from his daily grind by blood dripping from the ceiling, which steadily worsens.

Soon, the blood becomes Michael's personal metaphor in a battle of denial ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dark Crib Publications
• Release date: May 3, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224534517

Matthew Tait

A vociferous horror columnist since 2005, Matthew Tait published his first collection of dark fiction in 2011. Since then, he has won the the prestigious Shadows Award for the novel Deception Pass. Described as writing 'the sort of horror Clive Barker must read on his days off' Matthew's fiction often treads the line between the familiar and the fantastic.  

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Car Crash Weather

Matthew Tait

Car Crash Weather

Copyright © 2020 Matthew Tait

Fourth Edition

This book is protected by the copyright laws of the United States of America. Any reproduction or unauthorized use of the material or photographs contained herein is prohibited without the express written permission of the author or artist.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Cover Art: Greg Chapman

Editor/Layout: Shannon Gambino

First Printing: July 2011

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Car Crash Weather

When the first drop fell, Michael Richards was sitting alone in front of his laptop, dictating a letter to one of his readers. His nook was dark, the way he liked it whenever he wrote; he dismissed the first dripping sound as another mysterious apartment noise. As a professional writer of fiction, Michael was accustomed to long bouts of silence, so peculiar sounds were nothing out of the ordinary.

A few minutes later, nearing the end of his thank-you letter, the sound came again: Michael whipped his head around abruptly, hoping to find the source. At first there was