Name: Kelly Samarah
Where do you call home?
Your preferred genre to write:
Hhhmmm, I always hate this question. I write. I lean toward the horrific side of the spectrum, but not always. I have several ideas and story lines brewing from all over the board.
Have you always wanted to be a writer?
I always have been a writer.
and writing go hand in hand. I am a lover of books. No, let me rephrase that. I
am in love with books. In kindergarten I was reading chapter books and getting
in trouble for skipping ahead in our reader books. In second grade my teacher
made me read all of my short stories aloud in class. Same thing in fourth
grade. In junior high I tried my hand at poetry, and discovered I am not a
poet. Fast forward to a couple years ago: Life had chewed me up and spit me
out. I found myself a single mom, very little money and no future. Writing had
been on the back burner for a long time. I decided to go back to school-for
Criminal Justice of all things-and took a writing class as an elective. My
teacher told me I was cheating myself if I didn’t focus on my love for the
craft. I took his words to heart. How do you explain the feeling when you have
finally come back to what you Reading
were meant to do? Complete? Not a strong enough word, I think. Maybe it’s unexplainable.
Stories and/or book you have released right now?
Thorns of Glass
My novel and a short story. Both are on the horror side, although Thorns of Glass is a little more complex than that. It deals with domestic abuse, murder, child abuse...it’s a sad read more than scary. The Edge is a straight up psychological thriller. It will also be included in my anthology. Both are available on Amazon, B&N, and Smashwords.
Tell us about your most current work:
Right now I am getting ready to release a short story collection. It will be up on Amazon, B&N, and Smashwords on August 25th. The stories are quick, scary reads, more psychological than anything else.
I am also doing what I call Blog-A-Book Friday on my blog. Each week I am posting the roughest of the rough draft chapters to a YA fantasy novel I have been playing around with. It’s been a lot of fun, and I’m hoping at some point I take it seriously and it turns into a book.
Do you like to read?
I LOVE to read. Anything, but I prefer horror, sci-fi, and fantasy. The only thing I will not indulge in is romance or erotica. Not my thing.
Who are the authors who have inspired you?
Stephen King, Anne Rice, Lois Lowry, Dean Koontz, Madeleine L’Engle, and lately, John Hart and Neal Shusterman. There are so may more, but let’s leave it here, at the risk of me going on and on.
Where do you get your ideas?
I have so many ideas I carry a small notebook around with me. I want to get a voice recorder, but the thought of listening to myself talk to me is unnerving. I would much rather write it down.
I love to give people goose bumps. I blame the “what-if” conversations commonly held with my son and my brothers. The best story ideas come to me after one of those sessions.
Kelly on Social Media:
Thorns Of Glass
Kelly Samarah grew up in a small town located in the Willamette Valley of Oregon. When she isn't busy working on a new story to share with her readers she enjoys cooking, music, painting and of course, reading. She also enjoys spending time with her dog, cat and two children.
I’m standing on the edge of darkness. I want to open my eyes, but my tormentors are still here. I cannot hide their voices in my head, but I can try to shut my eyes to the horror of their faces. Round misshapen heads made of tattered flesh, empty sockets that bore into my mind. I can’t stand to look at them, much less hear their ceaseless racket hitting me in waves. God help me, I want them gone.
I claw at my face, my hair, my neck…but this only amuses them. Look at him, they laugh with each other. He is crazy. What are you going to do? Tear open your throat?…Yes…he’s trying…fool… I walk in circles in my room, my gown hung open behind me. I feel like a caged animal. In an effort to ignore the noise in my head, I take inventory of my prison. A bed sits in the center with a small dresser beside it. I am near a wall with one lone, barred window. Bracing myself with my hands, I lean my forehead on its cool surface. This silences the voices for a flash of a moment. But it is only a moment. Joe...here we are Joe…you can’t hide from us…The clamor in my head makes me dizzy and the yellow walls of my room begin to spin.