Let Tom Cardamone lead you into his wicked universe of changelings and mysterious creatures, where a boy transforms into lightning and illuminates his emerging sexuality. Where a man accidentally receives a package meant for his neighbor, a situation complicated by the fact that he lives next door to a Sphinx. A nurse finds herself working in a retirement home for vampires, while in the future a man questions his decision to live life as a manatee.
Featuring tales of quiet suburban anomie, to superhero tropes, to intense erotic horror, Pumpkin Teeth spans the range from Palahniuk insanity to Bradburyesque tenderness. Warning, once you are bitten by Pumpkin Teeth, it will not let you go.
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I'm just a crazy old man, what the heck do you care what I think anyways?
Tom Caradamone's PUMPKIN TEETH: Pure Genius. A glimpse into an exotic world that mirrors ours, yet is horrifically, and sadly, not ours... not exactly.
Tom Caradamone's PUMPKIN TEETH: I've not been so deliciously disturbed by horror fiction since I read "Clive Barker's Books of Blood" the first time in the 80's. Prepare to be seized by sheer frightening genius… a truly powerful imagination with a dark bent… wicked talented writing. Tom Caradamone picks up the "King's crown of gay-horror"" where Clive dropped it…
Good reader. Sounded like a teen aged boy when needed.
Tom Caradamone's PUMPKIN TEETH: Brilliant. Epic. Lusty lightning-charged teenaged experiences that make your heart ache and race with long-forgotten excitement that once captained your entire existence.
"Suit Case Sam".
So I could take him / it to a cheep hotel… and feed it.
"A baptismal toast of the thirsty night…"
Tom weaves tales-of-terror that rivet you to the spot. You shuder and listen… you do not want to hear any more… but you can't stop listening. The horror pouring into your ears is like nothing you've ever heard before. Now, you are not really sure you want to hear what comes next, but you can't stop... because you HAVE to hear just how terrible and awful, bizarre and strange it's going to get.
"Life is meaningless, but, agreeably so."
Tom is going to take you down a black creepy tunnel in the ground to chase after the naked tender pale flawless butt of a young white rabbit… or maybe it's a young boy.
"Travis. The beach. Sipping rum & coke. Listening to Pink Floyd in Travis' room. Travis rolls over and I see he's in his underwear. I can feel the hair on my thigh's raise. "Travis, I think I'm made of lighting." The record stops. "I know What to do. Follow me." He leads me into the bathroom. The shower is on. The tiny room is hot & moist. He slips off his underwear. "Come on, I want to be your cloud."
Tom Caradamone leads us into the purple clouds of winsome, and deadly new alien landscapes you've not seen, but perhaps you vividly remember from long-ago wet dreams: overly-creative sex-oriented teenaged erotic nightmares… beyond measure.
You'll feel like you're on a strange new wonderful recreational drug - a drug that makes you feel so good, but… a drug that can twist back to tear apart your mind with gruesome unthinkable horror at any moment. You don't think you should take the drug, but you still do cause you're curious just how strange the trip will get.
Bunch of short stories that seemed more random and pretentiously artistic, than deep or poetic. Some might enjoy it, but it's not my thing.
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