We are pleased to announce that “Some Ghouls Wander by Mistake”, a Strange-Fiction Horror Action Lovecraftian Gothic Steampunk Art Noir Dark Comedy, is now in print. It is available available for presale (shipping on or around November 15th) at sgwbm.com, where you will also find a 21-page free preview available on the site. Prof. Aden M. Kemywww.mykeamend.com
Category: Amend, Myke
The Note Reads “Smile”
Upon arriving to the Archive this morning I was greeted by a small crowd of people hanging about the bulletin board in the front hall. It appears Myke Amend slipped into the Archive last night and once again favored us with some of his artwork. We’re not sure if his intent is something meant for a child’s room or to harass the interns. If it’s the former, I fear for the temperament of a child that would it enjoy it on their walls. If it’s the latter, well, one can never harass the interns enough. Available here. Prof. Aden M. Kemywww.mykeamend.com
Mechanical Insects in the Forest
Travel Log, 27th of June, 2008, or 1908, I can never tell anymore. Mechanical Insects in the Forest . . The trip to Chicago regrettably had to be canceled because of gremlins that had taken up a home under the hood of the auto. We could almost hear the ghastly little things chewing metal just outside our window as we attempted to sleep that night. Transmission fluid and new fan belts are easy to obtain, but gremlin killer in an easy to use spray can there is not. We had to take the Archive’s auto to a proper witch doctor to first remove the gremlins, and then take the poor spent vehicle to a proper mechanic to have the damage repaired. Generally speaking in this day and age the average mechanic does not lift an auto’s hood and find himself greeted by large bite marks in the machinery. This prompted him to take a good hard, mystified look at us. Michael simply told him “What? We didn’t nom nom it.”So with our trip canceled, and […]
Myke Amend
Myke Amend grew up in a sleepy little town called Cincinnati, Ohio, a place not far from Earth, nestled at the outer edge of the Milky Way galaxy. Since long before his anticipated arrival, he has spent many aeons painting, drawing, engraving, and dreaming the death of mankind and the end of all life was we know it —and dreaming the days gone by (He also designs handbills and aethernet ‘sites’ for the evil corporate faces of the mysterious Elder gods). In a time heavily influenced by hotel heiresses, boy bands, game shows, reality TV, and people who wrestle each other for spheroids, he has been influenced greatly by Earth ages present and past — longing for a return to those days where human society turned its ugly head towards more meaningful things such as science and invention, exploration, literature, and the arts. Out of this comes a love for anachronistic art mediums, styles, and concepts—mixing them with modern materials, themes, or subject matter, and twisting them into horrid, the surreal, or the bizarre for reasons most […]