Today I have the great honor of interviewing Loren Molloy.

She has written horror and children’s books.

We met at a the bizarre haunted flea market and again at POMYNAUK ACADEMY.

Dab10When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?

Loren MolloyI think I was born a writer. I was writing creative stories even as young as first grade. I’ve never stopped.

Dab10How long does it take you to write a book?

Loren MolloyEach book takes about 8 months to write. 


Dab10What is your work schedule like when you’re writing?

Loren MolloyI am the type of person who works best without any restrictions or “has to’s” so there isn’t any kind of actual schedule. Each day I do work on a novel, as well as conducting all the other various forms of business that are essential to being a success indie author. 


Dab10Indie or traditionally published?
Loren MolloyIndie all the way. I never sent manuscripts in to publishing houses. I knew it wasn’t the way for me. I knew I didn’t want my creations of heart in the deciding hands of another. Indie is the hardest way but for me I’d have it no other way.

Dab10Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?
Loren MolloyMy ideas for my books pop into my head as completed movies from beginning to end and all I do is translate it into written word. As for information to make each novel more palpable I google all sorts of topics, most are of a violent and gruesome nature as well as very specific details such as dimensions of a room or what a bar looked like in 1697. No matter the topic, doing research in my opinion, is mandatory to making a book truly substantial. 

Dab10When did you write your first book and how old were you?

Loren MolloyI was 21 when I wrote my first book, Black Dreams & Shattered Illusions. It was a final project to graducate from college. Amazingly, the professor decided I either publish it and bring it in as proof or he was going to fail me. If I was failed by this one professor, as it happens, I wouldn’t have been allowed to graduate. I would have had to wait a whole extra semester. It also would have been the same professor and he had already let me know it was be the same assignment at the end of that course too. No matter what I had to publish the book to graduate and so I did. So, I always say a big-hearted thank you to Professor Alexander for forcing me to be on the career path I am meant to be on.


Dab10What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

Loren MolloyWhen I am not writing I enjoy being out in nature, visiting historical places and mansions (I’m a sucker for architecture), watching horror movies as well as animation films, and traveling as a guest from convention to convention all over the country.

Dab10What does your family think of your writing?

Loren MolloyHa! This is an interesting question. My family can’t handle horror at all so no one other than my own mother  and one cousin has even read anything I’ve written. They support me in what I do and say it’s what I’m meant to do but they can’t stomach the topic. Most wouldn’t even know the names of any horror movies or stars. I am definitely the ‘odd gal’ out. haahaa!


Dab10What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?

Loren MolloyHonestly, I had no idea how many steps are actually involved, how much times is involved, and how much you need to learn about all sorts of common phrases and procedures that must be done, all of which is completely after you finally wrote ‘The End’ to your book. Also I learned that being an indie author isn’t for everyone. Even after you have written your story, there’s all the business aspects that are also constantly needing to be taken care of on a daily basis. Just because you wrote a book doesn’t mean you’re now done. Indie authors have to wear all the hats or hire others which gets expensive. I love it but then I enjoy being a business woman & an author. 


Dab10How many books have you written? Which is your favourite?

Loren MolloyI’ve written: Black Dreams & Shattered Illusions, The Very Devil, Herself!, The Storyteller of Pain, and Where did all the dragons go?
Each story is different. It’s impossible for me to have a favorite. Each is a work of heart and I could never pick one over another.


Dab10Do you have any suggestions to help me become a better writer? If so, what are they?

Loren MolloyGoogle is your new best friend. Don’t stop pushing the boundaries of your comfort zone and imagination. Think of your book as a movie. Each time you make a character do something or make a certain choice ask yourself… if I was watching this would I yell at the screen in frustration, would I call out or think ‘Seen this before’ or
( ___ ) did this is such-n-such movie. If so, change it! Never be predictable and yet know when not to re-invent something. Once again think if I change this and I watch it as a movie would I yell out, nope can’t happen that way? Most importantly, make sure it’s you who decides when each rule should be applied or denied, it’s your story, make it yours!

Dab10Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say?

Loren MolloyYes all the time! It’s truly wonderful. I get told things like I write like a meld of both Clive Barker and V.C. Andrews, which is such a great honor to hear. I also get told to never stop writing books as well as having my readers send me fan mail and gifts. I’m in awe and such immense gratitude to all my readers. 

Dab10Do you like to create books for adults?

Loren MolloyYes I really do. No need to hold back in fear of shattering a young mind?￰゚リノ
Dab10What do you think makes a good story?

Loren MolloyIt touches your heart. It makes you care about the characters or issues within it. It has a pace that is steady making you not want to put it down and maybe just a touch of creative magic. 

Dab10As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up?

Loren MolloyI was a strange kid. I wanted to be many things at many different ages. I was 7 when I said I wanted to be a prison guard. It wasn’t long after that, that I wanted to be a Marine. By 4th grade I had dreams of becoming an actress and movie creator. In high school and college I wanted to become a forensic psychiatrist and interview serial killers understanding what makes them tick. I might no longer want to be a prison guard but I wrote about a few, I might not want to be a serial killer’s shrink but I’ve written about it. I have managed to make several of my dreams and career goals come true already. I’ve been on TV as well as in a few films and I do have a 10 year plan to direct horror movies that I wrote starting with turning my novels into movies. 
Dreams are just goals you have to continue working towards accomplishing!

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​Happy Horrors!

Loren Molloy

Thanks for allowing me to be interviewed and thanks for all your support!
I thank you and want to add she has a charity she supports that I blogged about
and her Amazon author page
and as always thank you for reading

Three Years As A Self Published Author


May 3 2013

I put 3 short stories up on smashwords getting all three through their meat grinder

one for free and two at ninety nine cents.
I haven’t made it big I wouldn’t even call it medium.
But I made some friends and have some success.
The free one


Has over one hundred and fifty thousand downloads and a rating of 4+ stars over all and is fast on its way to its third year in amazons top 100 in its category.

My psychological short story write in a unique prose.


Had been book of the month and has some great fans.
And last of those first releases


Has some favorable reviews from the boyfriend bookmark and others.
My two release since




Both maintain a spot in the top 100 of their categories.
And my soon to be released
Second in the Karmic series
Karmic Kases
Here is a bad picture of the cover


Has had some favorable reviews from my bata readers.

It hasn’t been easy,  but I would have to say it has been fun.

I thank you all for reading.

BTW that picture of me is more then three years old.

Sorrow’s Point Blog Tour




Not All Exorcists are Equal….One is Marked.


When defrocked ex-priest, Jimmy Holiday, agrees to help an old friend with his sick daughter, he doesn’t expect the horrors that await him. Blackmoor, his friend’s new residence, rests upon the outskirts of the town of Sorrow’s Point. The mansion’s history of magic, mayhem, and death makes it almost a living thing – a haunted mansion straight out of a Stephen King novel. Jimmy must decide if the young girl, Lucy, is only ill, or if the haunting of the house and her apparent possession are real.

After the house appears to affect him as well with colors of magic dancing before his eyes, rooms warded by a witch, and a ring of power in his voice, Jimmy is met by a transient who tells him he has “the Mark”. Whatever being “marked” means, Jimmy doesn’t care. All he wants to do is help Lucy. But, helping Lucy means performing an exorcism.

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Excerpt #1:

Jones crept around the side of the massive home. He looked this way and that like they taught him in the academy. This was the first time something serious had gone on in Sorrow’s Point. He set his jaw, bound and determined to do the best damn job he could.

The sheriff’s footprints pressed into the tall grass, making it easy for him to know where to look. They led him to the back of the house and stopped as soon as they reached the stone patio. Something smelled sour-sweet. Flies would be swarming along soon. He walked up the steps and across to the door. The smell grew stronger, but he didn’t notice anything else out of the ordinary. Suddenly, his foot slid and he almost fell. His eyes drifted to the patio. A pile of puke almost the same color as the stone coated the bottom of his shoe. “Great.”

Backing up a step, he wiped his shoe on the stone as best he could. Then, sidestepped the puddle and peered in the window. Black was there, sitting at a butcher block table, facing the window. His dark hair stood up from his head in all directions. Eyebrows arched like the Devil’s own. The deep red blood covered him, almost from head to toe. He took another bite out of the small human leg he held in his large hands, grinding his teeth through the raw flesh.

Oh shit.” Jones shook, unable to release his death grip on the windowsill. Then, the world shifted.


Jones peered down the smoking barrel of his gun, following the path through the broken window. He hadn’t meant for the gun to go off. He didn’t even remember reaching for his weapon. Black’s chin slumped against his chest, the back of his head gone. Bits of gray matter stuck to the wall behind him. Black’s fingers relaxed. The leg fell to the floor.

Excerpt #2:

This is Lucy, this morning,” he said.

The blond hair hung limp around her face. The blood vessels around the whites of her eyes appeared burst from pressure. Her skin had a strange yellow cast, almost like the color of an old bruise. Her face had thinned from the wallet photo. She looked…sunken. The basic facial features remained, but I could hardly tell it was the same little girl. My body grew cold again, just like it had in the kitchen. This time, though, there was nothing to make a draft. The only window in the living room was the large picture window. It didn’t open. I rubbed my arms. “What the hell happened?”

He clasped the phone like a lifeline. “The house.”

My brows rose. I tried to think if any abuse could cause what I saw, but I came up short. The blood in her eyes clearly occurred from some sort of internal pressure. Punches to the face could have caused intense bruising outside the eye and around the socket, but that wasn’t what I saw in the picture. Scratches littered her face, but they were thin, as if caused by her own fingernails. I was dumbfounded. What did he expect me to do? My body gradually warmed up again, but I’d had just about all the oddness I could take for one evening.

Are you going to help her?” he asked.

Help her? She needed a doctor, not an ex-priest. “Will,” I said. “How can I help her?”

You know what to do.” He sat motionless in that chair. Nothing, no part of his body moved. He didn’t even blink.

I stood up and turned away from him. I couldn’t face him to say the next part. I wasn’t even sure he’d listen to reason. “She needs a doctor.”

Goddammit!” He grabbed me from behind and spun me around. His face burned red with intensity. His grip on my shoulder was so tight it hurt. “She’s had a doctor! She’s had twenty fucking doctors. She’s been to internists, psychiatrists, PCP’s, neurologists, and they all keep passing the buck.”

I reached over and peeled his fingers from my shoulder. I wanted to beat the shit out of him for grabbing me and maybe knock some sense into him, but the man had clear stability issues. If something didn’t give soon, he was going to have a nervous breakdown. “What do they all say?”

He threw himself into the recliner, the rage dissipating with his spirits. I had let the air out of his basketball. “The shrinks aren’t sure what she has, maybe a split personality, or schizophrenia. I took her out of the last hospital because the quacks were considering electroshock therapy. ECT on a six-year-old! Jesus Christ.” He put his head in his hands.

I sunk into the sofa. “What makes you think she’s possessed?”

His voice came out in nothing but a whisper, yet the words had more impact that a five alarm fire, “Because she’s not my little girl anymore.”

About the Author:


Named one of the Examiner’s 2014 Women in Horror: 93 Horror Authors you Need to Read Right Now, Danielle DeVor has been spinning the spider webs, or rather, the keyboard for more frights and oddities. She spent her early years fantasizing about vampires and watching “Salem’s Lot” way too many times. When not writing and reading about weird things, you will find her hanging out at the nearest coffee shop, enjoying a mocha frappuccino. Visit her at






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Fantasy Foundlings At The Forrest Of Fear


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I have never been a good sleeper. Most would label me insomniac.

Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night and go back to sleep shortly.

But the other night I had an idea. Even a simple thought.

And suddenly I am thinking my way through a new universe many books.

So I did what I normally do got up to write down the basic idea,

three hours latter I had to stop to get my girls up for school.

But the ideas kept coming.

It was a mixed gene syfi romance fantasy space opera and even writing this

more ideas are bashing at my brain.

The problem is that this would take years and years of writing and as of yet,

I am still a part time writer.

Lol its giving me a headache but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

I can just hope all my other problems are as enjoyable as this one.

this is what i was going to write about this week

I read some two line horror stories online

so I thought to write some of my own

#horror in two lines

I watched the moon break through the clouds right above my head,

then a second moon appeared, wait I am in my bed


I keep hearing my wife complaining
I went out a buried her deeper and she is still complaining

as always thanks for reading




Normally i would have done more at Halloween but it got away from me this year so i figured better late then never.OUR housethis story is free on my site but it works for Halloween

a bit of a horror piece

If you like this style of writing my ebook Something Bad is done in the same way

The Predator

by Dab10

If it gets to much for you read the last line then finish

Copyright© 2012 by Dab10

Edited by Barney R

His and Her View

His View

There she is so beautiful I know what she wants deep down in my soul.

Oh my god those legs

I know instinctively. I feel this is the only girl for me.

I got to think, but I can’t get past my instinct.

I can see how this will go down.

I will sneak up on her.

I will grab her

I will have her

She will birth my children

I know I wouldn’t be around to see it

I can wait no longer.

Starting out I move so quiet and slow,

I know any sound even a vibration and the game is up

One step at a time

Closer and closer

Still she is not aware of me

I am so close her smell is hitting me like a brick

The excitement growing in me

I let the instincts take over

Past all thought now I dart in

As I get to her she starts to move

I start rubbing her abdomen

Caressing time and time again

She freezes not moving a muscle

Like I knew she would

I try to get her in my embrace

She starts moving oops I stopped rubbing

Starting again she is frozen once more

I arrange myself behind her

And get us both ready for me to mount her

Still rubbing she is so soft

Feeling her as I touch her again and again

Bigger than I thought

But so beautiful

I know I am going to impregnate her

She will have my children

Oh so slowly I enter her wow what a feeling

She moved

I stopped rubbing

I start again an she is like a statue once again

I am pounding away

Thrust and rub

Thrust and rub

She likes it I can feel her quiver

I shoot my seed inside her

I just think how she will swell when the seed takes hold

Oh wow that was so awesome I can’t think

She is starting to move

Damn I stopped rubbing again

So I rub some more and she stops moving again

Caress and rub

It is time for me to get away

Caress and rub

So I stretch as far as I can still rubbing

Then I turn and run

My legs are a bit weak but I get a good head start

In to the bush

Ah I am safe



Pain in my neck

Dam I thought I was safe


Her View

I was waiting for dinner time

I was on the web

Waiting for someone to come on

To make dinner plans

Alone in the park

I am not scared

I am a big girl

Large for a female

I am here a lot

Never more than some cat calls

Or maybe the bird

Something comes up behind me

As I start to turn

It starts stroking my belly

I stop

I am frozen

I can’t move at all

Fear, rage, and I can’t make myself move

I am more angry than scared

But nothing I try let’s me move

I feel him move behind me

Please let me go

Wrapping his arms around me

Oh he stops rubbing

I can move

Just a little

Damn he started again and I am lost

My body is betraying me and is preparing to mate

My hair stands on its end

Oh god it is my fertile time

He is going to make me a mother

I feel him enter me

Oh how I hate my body for reacting like this

He stops rubbing maybe I can … damn he started again

Why is this stopping me from moving?

How can his rubbing do this to me?

I feel him start pounding at me oh my body is quivering

I can feel him fill me up with his sperm

And know I will be a mommy soon

He stopped rubbing if I can grab him

Fuck he started again

If I can, I will kill him

He slowly moves away still stroking me

He turns and runs

I can move

Now I will kill him

I chase after him

We are both moving a bit slow

Both stumbling a bit

But I am catching up to him

He goes in to a bush and I jump on him and grab his neck

I rip his head off

Knowing I am going to need more food for my babies, I eat him

Crawl back to the middle of my web and see

If anyone else is going to join me

For dinner

Life is lonely for a black widow.