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Kristy Tallman - Horror Author

Kristy Tallman - Psychological Thriller/Horror Author

About Me

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The Truest Form of Love Is Found In Death- Kristy Tallman

WELCOME TO my realm ofinsanity.....

"In truth I am but a wordsmith surrendering my words toyou....Kristy Tallman" TM

Psychological Thriller/Horror Fiction Author, KristyTallman, is a Chester, Virginia based writer whose work is not your usual runof the mill horror. Tallman is determined to bring you the truest mosthorrific monsters that walk this earth born of your very own loins – humans bothmale and female.

Psychologically you will not only be enthralled by thetrain crash you watch unfold, but worse you will be left scarred from thedeepest wounds a human can endure – truths. Wicked, devious, haunting deeds willkeep you turning the pages in spite of your desires to walk away. You can’t becausethe horror is that horrifying.

Her family origins are steeped in the Appalachian Mountains ofVirginia, West Virginia and Kentucky. She has spent most of her life visiting thetales and learning the wisdom these great mountain’s inhabitants possess as shevisited family and lived a portion of her life there within the shadow oftheir mystifying allure.

It is from this she brings to you the art of storytelling – passeddown through the generations of her family with each member adding to hertalents. Talents she continues to hone and perfect in efforts to keep youcaptivated as she weaves her tales of terror.

Tallman the author of the best selling novel The All-Soul’sFaire and her newest release Crows on the Cross haschosen to dedicate herself full time as an author intent on scaring the hell out ofher readers. “You’ll either love me or hate me after reading my books, but Ipromise you – you will beg for more!”

    Tallman has mesmerized awards committees and audiences throughouther life with her writing, her photography and her artistry. She has received recognition as asongwriter by VH1's sponsored Save the Music Foundation for two years running. Not only has she authored two publishedbooks of poetry under the pen name Rainey Moon, but she also has written professionally asa staff reporter for local newspapers. Also under her pen name, shejoined several dark Poets in the Nox Anthology which was created to have itsproceeds donated to shelters for battered women. She continues to reach out by makingcharitable donations to organizations through her book sales. She has been the Associate Editor ofa tri-city newspaper and has also been Editor in Chief of an online e-zine, which encompassedthe arts, music, and literature. She has held national publication asan equine photographer and has carried this through professionally in the publishing industryas well. Tallman's debut novel, The All-Soul'sFaire, has received international acclaim, been nominated for prestigious awards and thereviews prove her work is a storm brewing on the horizon of great authors. Her writing has been compared to someof the top players in her league including Clive Barker, Dean Koontz, Thomas Harris,Clive Cussler, H.P. Lovecraft and Alfred Hitchcock at his best. Praised by her peers, critics, andher readers, Tallman continues to climb on the best sellers lists locally and nationally being inthe top 100 New Releases by Barnes & Nobles and the top 50 Sellers locallyeven after a year of old Cecil’s Hicks firstappearance. Tallman is the Founder & President ofThe Next Generation Writers, an advocacy organization to aid in the continued success of smallpress publishers, their authors and self-published authors. She is also a member of the FloridaWriters Association and a regional representative of the International Order of HorrorProfessionals.

Now the real me.....


Do youreally want to know the real me?

The realKristy is just a person just like you. I live each day to it's fullest and never takefor granted the gifts of life I have been given. My first gift in life hasbeen my writing but I have been blessed with many more as my life has progressed.Being a writer is the most precious opportunity in life I have achieved. It isa dream come true, a dream I was a close friend of since childhood.
I have also been blessed with three beautiful children,one is an angel and the other two are the lights of hope in my life. My life hashad it's share of ups and downs and some days, yes the downs outweigh the ups.The thing is though, you have to keep going. I have and always will for aslong as I am given here on this earth because of many reasons. To understand youmust know where I come from to see where it I get my strength.
My parents were both natives to the mountains ofVirginia and West Virginia. They relocated to Chesterfield, VA when I was born. Myfather was a Vietnam Veteran and he came home to work 27 years at PhilipMorris. My mom on most occasions stayed home and raised me and my youngerbrother. We were a happy family and we were brought up by the old ways. The timeswhen parents instilled in their children not only to do unto others as youwould have them do unto you; but too, to always find that inner strength you weregiven to keep going when times aren't so good.
I was a hell raiser growing up and my brother was thegood kid. We love each other very much even though we fought a great deal whenwe were kids. By the time I was 17 I was pregnant and married. I dropped outof school to get my GED two weeks later because I made a conscious choice tohave my daughter and with that choice came responsibilities. When the school toldme due to my time out from being sick as many new mothers are, I would have torepeat the 12th grade I knew school wouldn't feed my child so I hit the workingworld. Five years later I had my son and six years after him I had my youngestdaughter. A year after she was born I divorced my ex-husband who taught me howto appreciate what battered women endure both physically and mentally. Ittook me thirteen years to figure out I would be okay if I walked away so I did.
I was single for seven years, and during that sevenyears life was hard as a mother of three trying to make it alone. It was duringthat time my father acquired cancer. We believe this was due to AgentOrange. His battle lasted 5 years and when the finalbout returned he ask me and my brother if he could stop his treatmentsand I told my father he had fought the war and was a valiant soldier. I knew hewas tired and it was time for him to put down his fighting gear and go hometo a place where there was peace. He passed away in January of 2005, thesoldiers stood in wait for our graveside service where my final goodbyes were read anda fiddler played the most beautiful version of Where the Green Grass Grows.My father went home to the angels and peace was found.
Here in the world we live in life was seemingly at it'slowest point without my father's presence. I moved in with my mother because sheneeded me and I too needed her but I wouldn't know why until the coldestWinter would come into our lives. My oldest daughter, in November of that sameyear, was killed in a car accident and to this day no one can tell you how her carleft the road. The two things that were suppose to save her life were thereasons she died. Because she wore her seatbelt she was held stationary as the car hitthe tree on the drivers side, the airbag deployed adding to her already severeinjuries even more. It shattered her ribs and punctured her lungs. It was thedarkest day of my life. My daughter went home to the angels to be with myfather.
In 2006, at the ripe old age of 36 something was wrong.I didn't feel well but I didn't have a clue that I was having a heart attack.Imagine my surprise when I was in the emergency room and they told me that. Ofcourse, they believed I was using drugs because no one that age has heart attacks.This time though, because of genetics that pertain to cholesterol, I was having aheart attack and two days later after they had me stabilized enough I haddouble bypass surgery. My angels watched over me.
From the heart attack I acquired panic disorder which isnot abnormal it's origin mixed. Partly as post traumatic stress from thelife threatening event that had occurred to me and the other half from theloses I had never allowed myself to grieve for. It took almost two years for me toget it under control but now it is for the most part and life is good.
During this time my mother's brother died and threedeaths of those very close to her heart in one year was a heavy pain her heartstill battles with. A pain we all deal with in our own ways, but it is a pain youmust set aside because you dwell among the living and they need your love asmuch as you miss those you lost.
In late December, my now husband and I ran off to Vegasto get married. Another gift given, my angel on earth who loves me deeply and isone of my biggest supporters of my writing. He and I seem to be meant foreach other - he gives me laughter, love and happiness each day. Yes we are stilllearning things about each other but the surprise is that we have so much incommon and for the things that we don't they are just compliments of who we are asindividuals and that is the key to love. Letting each other be the person theyare - letting them live their dreams as they have them and being supportiveof even their crazy antics.

I have abeautiful best friend whom I love dearly - she is as retarded as I am but she is manytimes the strength that picks me up. She has traversed through my life with methrough the good times and the bad - I don't know what I would do without herand many times when you see me at a signing you will see her there with me.
We love to live and live to love in my home I share withmy mother who has seen far too much pain in these last years. We are alltogether here for each other and life even though not completely right is good. Weare blessed in many ways.
You may wonder why I share so much of this personal sideof my life with you and my only answer to that is to let those who walk in theshadows know they are not alone. I do not tell you any of this because I want youbuy my books because my books and my life are far from comparable. It, to me, isnice to know I'm not alone so by sharing my world with you if in any smallway I can let you know you are not alone then this is why this message was writtenand why you read it.
My beliefs are mostly grounded to my Native Americanheritage and my temper alongside my playful funny side I attribute to my Irishheritage. My life, my strength and my love I attribute to my family and my bffwho have always instilled in each of us, hope, love, laughter and harmony. May your lifebe filled with the same.

MuchLove,

Kristy

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Things I Love....


Riding our Harley - There is nothing I love more thansitting on the back of my husband's bike. We ride like we live - with angels toguide us and protect us. I want to learn to ride though so I can feel theroad under my feet and the power of the bike guiding me through the wind.

Bowling on the league - my doctor laughs at me if Ihappen to hit his office for an ailment before a bowling night and I ask him canI still bowl - It's not about the competition but about the friendships we makeand the fun we have as we bowl. Now I don't say that because we do poorlybecause we are hanging in the top ten with some pretty heavy bowlers this season andso it is I say it in truth.

I love the beach - I love the waves crashing againstthe shore and the sunsets you can only see near the equator.

I love to travel and meet new people. My dream is togo to England one day and stand on the same ground as Shakespeare oncedid.

I love old literature - most of my influences comefrom the dead. My favorite writers are Dostoyevsky, Joseph Conrad, Bram Stoker,George Orwell, Hawthorne, Poe, Emily Dickenson and so many more that many wouldnot hear of often in circles of conversation such as Milton, Steinbeck, JohnWilmot (The Earl of Rochester)....damn the list could go on forever.

But most of all I love my family - my angels an myfriends who are always a part of my life. My children, each very different fromthe other are the most beautiful masterpieces I have created and no wordswritten could compare to what they mean to me and their beauty I see in them. Me andmy mom are each others beacons on the shores of sadness - we shine a light foreach other that only we understand and if I had one wish it would be to heal herheart and her lungs and give her happiness beyond measure. My husband is mysalvation, he gives me comfort in the storms of my life, he teaches me not tofear the things we cannot change, he gives to me hope each and every day.My bff - we have matching tats - I'm tweek and she's craig - should either of us ever getinto a persistent vegetative state I get the monkey lamp and she says shegets my husband's Harley but I'm not sure how that will work out. Either waywhile we are in the living she owns my heart just as much as everyone in my familydoes - she is my rock and my grounding point - she keeps me sane when my panicdisorder flares up. She travels with me to events, to my crazy doc's office -that's what I call him and no I'm not certifiable yet although some jealous authorswould say different. But yeah when we are 90 she and I will be the two oldladies bickering with each other over something or another just because we can. Ilove her - I love my kids, my mom and my husband. I am blessed.

AS A GROUP OF REAL PEOPLE WE CAN JOIN TOGETHER AND FIGHTHUNGER. JUST THINK 4-5 THOUSAND PEOPLE AND MORE JOININGTOGETHER WE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE. WITH JUST 1-5 DOLLARSA WEEK WE CAN FEED THOUSANDS. WITH JUST ONE DOLLAR WECAN PUT AND 18 WHEELER FULL OF FOOD IN EACH STATE WITHFOUR ONE TRUCK A WEEK IN EACH STATE OUR GOAL IS A SIMPLEONE PEOPLE HELPING PEOPLE. FOR THE PRICE OF A DRINK AT1,2,3 MEALS A DAY WE CAN STOPHUNGER.www.myspace.com/bikersagainsthunger CHECK ITOUT!

I will be at Myrtle Beach Bike Week from May9-17 - 20% of the proceeds of the sales from my bookswill go to feed the hungry! I have a goal to fill an18-wheeler full so hope you will stop by and help usout!
I have been gettinga lot of emails regarding helping out the goal we haveto fill the 18-wheeler full of food. Many of you can'tbe at Myrtle Beach Bike Week so I have set up a donationbutton for you in the event you would like to help out.This is a tax deductable donation so keep your receiptsof payment. If you want to send check or money ordersplease send them to:
Realm of InsanityPress
c/o KristyTallman
PO Box3285
Chester, VA23831
When we get downthere we will present Bikers Against Hunger with thecheck that will include both the sales and donations onour last day. We hope you will be a part of thiswonderful cause! No one should go hungry, not in theUnited States when we all have at least a dollar togive.
Any amount ofdonation is accepted andappreciated!
I'll postupdates to the blog as to how well we are doing with ourgoal and if you donate we will list your name if youchoose to allow us.
Thanks so much for yourhelp!!!
Much love,
Kristy

Special Deal - Only Through May 31

Help us help the Bikers Against Hunger!

With our food/monetary/book sales drive for the Bikers Against Hunger I will be offering a special deal on my books from now until the end of May. 10% of each sale will be given to Bikers Against Hunger and you get a free Highway to Hell Tour T-shirt to boot (while supplies last).
Now you can get both The All-Soul's Faire and Crows on the Cross for only $27.95 - Autographed and shipped directly to your house. While supplies last you will also get a free t-shirt! Regular price for both books is $31.90. Books will be shipped out after May 17th as we have to have all of our stock available for Bike Week - not to mention I won't be here to ship them to you. Hope you'll help this worthy cause and help stop hunger in our nation.

Crows on the Cross & The All-Soul's Faire - $27.95


Autograph To Whom?
What Size T-Shirt

My Interests

Believe it or not folks I actually get a few complaints here and there because I send you a comment - my thoughts are that hey at least Iam taking the time to send them and so be it if all 4000+ of you don't get it personalized especially for you - dear gracious I would be here a week trying to send each one of you a separate comment so by then the weekend would be hump day or worse maybe humpday would be monday - who knows but because of these handful of complaints I thought I would really scope out your opinions....please feel free to be truthful I can take it - really I can and it will help in determining if I keep on working so hard to send these things :) and yes it takes more than just hitting a send button - I actually fix em up and try to make them a bit less dull than what they could be or try to make them unique and not some quick code I picked up somewhere else....anyway - Just tell it like it is....

Tell Me What You Think....

Okay so let's look at this myspace comment world for a minute and help me out folks as to what you want :)

Do you like the comments you receive from me?
Oh hell yeah - keep 'em coming....
Yeah their cool - I like your style....
I like 'em but not so often...
Hey it's cool that you stop in to see us...
No they bore me....
Stop sending the damn things....

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Create your own poll A Song That Sings To Me:Mourning Train - The WallflowersMama don’t ’you send me no love this month
’cause my heart is all used up
And mama I wanna come home
I wanna get back homeSo look out into the morning rain
’cause I’m on the mourning train
I’m bringing down my suitcase now
I’m shining up my good shoes brown
’cause no-one knows my name
Now, no-one knows my name
So look out into the morning rain
’cause I’m on the mourning trainMama look at me now
Oh how I wish
You were around
So many friends I wish
I had right now
Mister you can’t hurt me now
You’ve got my girl, I still don’t know how
But it don’t matter now
No it don’t matter now
So look out into the morning rain
’cause I’m on,
I’m already on
The mourning train

I am of Native American blood, my ancestors are Cherokee, Shawnee, Iroquoian, & Blackfoot the rest is a bit of Irish and a bit of German but my heart beats to the drums of the blood of my brother and sisters of all the native nations.

What is life?
It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
It is the little shadow which runs across
the grass and loses itself in the sunset.

Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator 1830 - 1890

Hold On
Hold on to what is good,
Even if it's a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe,
Even if it's a tree that stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do,
Even if it's a long way from here.
Hold on to your life,
Even if it's easier to let go.
Hold on to my hand,
Even if someday I'll be gone away from you.

A Pueblo Indian Prayer

When you were born, you cried
and the world rejoiced.
Live your life
so that when you die,
the world cries and you rejoice.

White Elk

Certain things catch your eye,
But pursue only those
that capture your heart.

old indian saying

I'd like to meet:



Music:



John Lee Hooker
Buddy Guy
Muddy Waters

Lightnin' Hopkins
Etta James
Sonny Terry & Brownie McGhee

Candlebox
Johnny Cash
Robbie Robertson

Dido
Amy Winehouse
Blue October

Stone Sour
Metallica
12 Stones

Movies:


Dating & Relationship Advice
MySpace Layouts

Television:

......

Books:

Currently Reading:
Terminal
by Brian Keene

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Comes now the Messiah They say the end is coming,
I believe them,
I seen the world in an upside down state,
lost to a dream I could only wish it was,
a plague terrorizes our children,
it creeps into their beds at night
and takes their breath,
the depths of hell
rise high above the Earth's crust
as I sit in the shadows wondering
why I was left behind
to see the coming of the end of times.
No one believed the horror,
no one seen it
because they drew a blind eye to it,
it was written in the ancient scrolls,
passed down through the ages...
it was held in the hands of each of us
at least one time in our lives
though we didn't read between the lines
the ones that warned us -
that gave us wisdom and understanding.
Comes now the Messiah,
don't you see him - over there?
His army now strong,
his warriors stand ready
but not before
all hell hath it's fury.
copyright ©Kristy Tallman - 2007 SEVEN by Prince All seven and we'll watch them fall
They stand in the way of love
And we will smoke them all
With an intellect and a savoir-faire
No one in the whole universe
Will ever compare
I am yours now and you are mine
And together we'll love through
All space and time, so don't cry
One day all seven will die
All seven and we'll watch them fall
They stand in the way of love
And we will smoke them all
With an intellect and a savoir-faire
No one in the whole universe
Will ever compare
I am yours now and you are mine
And together we'll love through
All space and time, so don't cry
One day all seven will die
And I saw an angel come down unto me
In her hand she holds the very key
Words of compassion, words of peace
And in the distance an army's marching feet (1,2,3,for - 1,2,3,for)
But behold, we will watch them fall
And we lay down on the sand of the sea
And before us animosity will stand and decree
That we speak not of love only blasphemy
And in the distance, 6 others will curse me
But that's alright, (that's alright)
for I will watch them fall(1,2,3,4,5,6,7)
All seven and we'll watch them fall
They stand in the way of love
And we will smoke them all
With an intellect and a savoir-faire
No one in the whole universe
Will ever compare
I am yours now and you are mine
And together we'll love through
All space and time, so don't cry
One day all seven will die
[(Just how old)] And we will see a plague and a river of blood
And every evil soul will surely die in spite of
Their seven tears, but do not fear
for in the distance, 12 souls from now
You and me will still be here - we will still be here
There will be a new city with streets of gold
The young so educated they never grow old
And a, there will be no death for with every breath
The voice of many colors sings a song
That's so bold
Sing it while we watch them fall
All seven and we'll watch them fall
They stand in the way of love
And we will smoke them all
With an intellect and a savoir-faire
No one in the whole universe
Will ever compare
I am yours now and you are mine
And together we'll love through
All space and time, so don't cry
One day all seven will die
[(Just how old)]
[(Just how old)]
[(Just how old)]
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It's a train crash so debilitating to the mind - yet you can't walk away - you just stand there watching - mouth agape - waiting for what's going to happen next! Franz Kafka, in his Letter to Oskar Pollak, said, “I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us...We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.” Crows on the Cross has been deemed such a book. Drew and Rainey, two rebels with a cause, wake up a thousand miles apart disturbed by a past that won’t rest. Both abused as children by more than just predators of the skin, their very faith in the person who should save them is shot to hell. Now the two of them are speeding toward each other down hell’s highway in Rainey’s mysterious ’69 Caddie, Baby, who seemingly awakens the ghosts of their past. Revelations, unfold as the miles click down steering each of them toward the other but not without paying heed to the monsters who destroyed both their lives. “This is a book that shows us both men and women are susceptible to the real-life monsters that live and breathe all around us. In a red '69 Caddy, you'll ride right along side them and delve right into their pasts, becoming white knuckled by the end wanting to destroy their demons for them.” -Lauren Ferrell, Publisher “The demons Kristy Tallman creates in this book are too real, so real it will change the way you look at the common passerby every time you walk out your front door. Tallman has done it again! Her ability to turn the pages of a novel into a real to life psychological hell for the reader by showing you that the genuine horror in this world is our very own human race has again been accomplished with an encore for more. Tallman has definitely surpassed the expectations I held after reading The All-Souls Faire. She managed to shock me to the core and horrify me like no other author has in a long time! Excellent!” -Michael Timlin - Authors On The Rise ReviewsPaperback
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A goat's head staring back at Detective Cole Bryant from within the bowels of his latest victim sets forth a string of unnatural deaths among the teenagers that live in the shadow of the cursed North Mountain. Trying to solve the case only brings Cole closer to dark side where temptation, sex and sinful ways lure him into the world of a family whose backwoods morals aren't simply a symptom of a forgotten age in time but the consequence of a centuries old pact made with the devil himself.


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This song holds a great deal of meaning to me. I first heard Ms. Etta as a birthday present from my bff Lauren who took me to see her. When this song was sung tears flowed down both of our cheeks and we held each others hands because it was all we could do to hold ourselves together while she sang on. For so many reasons this song touched my heart and healed me after I had lost my dad, my daughter, our cat and my uncle - not to mention living through a heart attack. I was single at the time and God answered so many of my prayers shortly after this concert. He brought me and my bff closer together because we knew in that moment that we were two of a kind - our hearts and souls were in sync like no one I had ever been in sync with. He sent to me my soon to be husband and He helped me get through the panic attacks I was suffering so badly during the time we went to see her. She's such a beautiful woman and her music holds so much meaning and emotion in concert. If ever you get the opportunity to see her jump at the chance. And if you ever feel like sugar on the floor....you just gotta get up and keep going on. That's the only way...just get up and keep on going - God will hold your hand and help you to find peace in your heart I promise you.

My Blog

The House of the Rising Sun - A Tribute to TOPD

The Eagles are singing about a the House of the Rising Sun and I'm chillin here watching this thread about me grow longer and longer - seems the folks over on The Other Dark Side have lost their cr...
Posted by Kristy Tallman - Horror Author on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 07:09:00 PST

A Letter To All - NGW ....

Hey Everyone!I am getting a lot of emails asking me how can a person help.  It's simple.  Become a member. Once you are a member you can volunteer on many levels as we grow but we can't grow...
Posted by Kristy Tallman - Horror Author on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 10:47:00 PST

Change.... (Poem)

ChangeI generally spend more time writingbut these days I find myselfwandering down a pathdriven by change,I see the horizon of tomorrowand I fall in lovewith what could be,I dream of days when I will...
Posted by Kristy Tallman - Horror Author on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 10:46:00 PST

Hey All My Canadian Fans... - Shout Out

Hey all my Canadian Fans --If you want me to come to this con let me know - and while you're at it drop them an email and let them know too. The more response/request they get the more likely it will ...
Posted by Kristy Tallman - Horror Author on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 06:44:00 PST

The Next Generation Writers Has A MySpace

Request our friendship only if you believe in our cause...The Next Generation Writers Myspace...
Posted by Kristy Tallman - Horror Author on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 09:17:00 PST

Please re-add me on my new space....

Hey everyone -If you're wondering why I'm not answering your emails or posting blogs or even posting comments it's because MySpace failed to help me when I sent them letter after letter trying to find...
Posted by Kristy Tallman - Horror Author on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 08:08:00 PST

Granted Time...(Free Flow Thoughts..)

Granted Time...There is a shadow across the room, his body moves as each breath is taken in and released with such ease. It reminds me of peace, it reminds me of the feeling he gives to me. His quiet ...
Posted by Kristy Tallman - Horror Author on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 10:39:00 PST

LETS GET READY TO RUMBLE...I HEAR A 69 CADDY PURRING!

Pre-Orders Now Available! $15.95 - Paperback - $26.95 Hardback (All First Editions!) Two lovers wake up a thousand miles apart, each in a red 1969 Cadillac that may or may not be an evil spirit on whe...
Posted by Kristy Tallman - Horror Author on Sat, 01 Dec 2007 08:15:00 PST

LETS GET READY TO RUMBLE...I HEAR A 69 CADDY PURRING!

Pre-Orders Now Available! $15.95 - Paperback - $26.95 Hardback (All First Editions!) Two lovers wake up a thousand miles apart, each in a red 1969 Cadillac that may or may not be an evil spirit on whe...
Posted by Kristy Tallman - Horror Author on Sat, 01 Dec 2007 08:15:00 PST

Check out this event: Blues, Ale & Booksigning!

Hosted By: Kristy TallmanWhen: Saturday Nov 24, 2007 at 9:00 PMWhere: Talon's Sports & Spirits11800 Hull Street RoadMidlothian, VA 23112United StatesDescription:Kristy Tallman Click Here To View Event...
Posted by Kristy Tallman - Horror Author on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 06:19:00 PST