November 1, 2008 – 9:04 pm
by Adrienne Jones
Since I started publishing fiction, my brand of humor as been repeatedly called ‘dark’ or ‘black’, which recently led to pondering the source. Does a dark sense of humor come from the viewpoint of an author, or does the world regularly present us with these scenarios that only a certain personality type recognizes as humorous? Is it the same thing? And where do we draw the line between dark humor and a simple lack of taste?
October 1, 2008 – 9:03 pm
by Adrienne Jones
On a quest to show my foreign guests the beauty of the New England seashores, I drove them down the length of Cape Cod to Provincetown. But their excitement peaked before reaching what I considered the pinnacle of our destination, and they pressed their faces against the car windows, shouting, “Look! A drive-in movie theater! A drive-in movie theater!”
September 7, 2008 – 9:03 pm
by Adrienne Jones
It all started with slugs.
August 31, 2008 – 9:04 pm
by Adrienne Jones
In a world where our intellectual domination is unquestioned as a species, we don’t like the idea of someone more advanced coming down and prodding at us like a vaguely interesting crop of mushrooms.
August 24, 2008 – 9:05 pm
by Adrienne Jones
A treatise on the “lack” of imagination in today’s youth.
August 17, 2008 – 9:05 pm
by Adrienne Jones
So when a friend who worked in the environmental cleanup business told me about a particularly bone chilling job, I decided to investigate and write about it. I would explore the horror of reality, confident that I could handle the transition and blend these two passions into a unique and powerful article. It was a terrible mistake.
August 10, 2008 – 9:05 pm
by Adrienne Jones
In the past year I’ve read three women’s fiction novels about a gal who returns home for a family emergency only to discover the real problem is her own sheltered life, until a mysterious stranger awakens her spirit, and her vagina.
Adrienne Jones explores the dangers of sleep deprivation
by Adrienne Jones
Despite the planet’s overpopulation and cornucopia of differing cultures and races, we’re just freaking bored with ourselves. If it were merely about creating life, we’d all have babies and be satisfied. But no, we want talking dolls, regardless of their potential to pick up a knife and skitter around in homicidal glee.
Adrienne Jones explores the lack of enthusiasm for Satan in today’s horror fiction.