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There was one house on a particular street where two siblings were sat inside, lazily about. The heat reached indoors melting them into their sofas while their eyes were attached to the TV. The oldest sibling, James, held the controller controlling what they would be watching as the youngest, Sam, complained wanting a turn to pick. "James" she whined as her brother skipped through channels trying to find something to watch, "I want to pick!" He ignored her as he carried on clicking the button until he finally found a movie he used to watch as a kid, Sam let out a groan when she saw what he had picked. "I don't want to watch this; I hate it" Sam stood up from the other sofa and placed herself in front of the TV. James tried to gesture her to move, but she stood her ground, "move out of the way. You'll like this movie I used to watch it when I was your age." Sam rolled her eyes before attempting to snatch the controller away from him, "it's my turn now" she yelled as her brother had a

A Look Back at Warren Publishing’s “Eerie” issue 81 from 1977 While her nipples are absent, the artwork on this cover is pretty good. It was drawn by famous American fantasy and sci-fi artist Frank Frazetta. Warren Publishing was an American company founded by James Warren in 1957. It produced magazines such as “Famous Monsters of Filmland,” “Blazing Combat,” and horror-themed lines. In style and substance, Warren’s horror magazines “Creepy,” “Eerie,” and “Vampirella” resembled the EC horror comics published in the 1950s. (For more information on EC, check out my review of “Lost in the Microcosm.”) EC horror comics fell victim to Dr. Fredric Wertham’s campaign to prevent children from reading so-called objectionable comics and the subsequent creation of the Comics Code Authority. Warren sidestepped the Comics Code by printing sequential art in magazine format, vice comic format. His publications were aimed at an older audience. Issue number 81 was released in February 1977 and

Her world was a soft gray T-shirt, a landscape of fabric warmed by the massive chest beneath it. The rhythmic thump of the giant heart and whooshing of the massive lungs created ambient noise around her. Becca was sprawled out lazily with a dreamy smile on her face. This was her happy place. “Mmm…can I have a massage?” She decided to push her luck with her request. Could it get any more perfect? “Um, sure,” Liam responded, his deep voice resonating around and beneath her. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Becca picked up on the hesitation in his voice, assuming it had to do with the fact that most boyfriends were rather begrudging about giving out massages. “Oh, no I want to,” Liam paused, “I’ve just never done anything like that…for a human.” “Ah, c’mon. You’ll do fine. I was worried you were one of those guys who hated putting in the effort.” Becca rolled onto her stomach and snuggled deeper into his chest. Liam felt heat rise into his face at the sensation of her cuddling