New Release – The Unknown
A discovery in the Siberian tundra turns the entire world upside down, rewriting history and setting seemingly unstoppable forces in motion. In a race against time in a quickly changing world, they must learn to adapt to survive. Will people accept their fate or fight to save an existence that was always meant to end? Can humanity survive?
The Unknown – It’s coming…
New Release coming in August – The Unknown…
A discovery in the Siberian tundra turns the entire world upside down, rewriting history and setting seemingly unstoppable forces in motion. In a race against time in a quickly changing world, they must learn to adapt to survive. Will people accept their fate or fight to save an existence that was always meant to end? Can humanity survive?
(c) MKW Publishing 2017
What Makes good Horror?…
Over the years I have given much thought to what makes a good horror film. Analysing what it was that made me jump, made me hold my breath, made me either root for the character or not, what stayed with me long after the film had ended. What is it that gets us? Is it the tension? Is is the pretense of knowing or actually seeing that scares us more? I like the subtleties a film can convey, the small details that seem insignificant at first, not brash and obvious, something to dwell on and to mull over. A darkness that creeps in, slowly and insidiously, not one that leaps from nowhere, tears your face off and retreats never to be seen again. No, no, no. I expect more from Horror, so much more…
(c) K L Wicks
Society…
The veil of technology has well and truly settled over us and we the people can barely keep up. It’s funny when you think about it, how in the age of information we know hardly anything. Because the information is now unsolicited, contrived, ego driven, littered with untruths and for anyone who can write code, there to tamper with. Although, previous information was decided by the few for the many and was not much better.
This is nothing new, we have had these concepts put forward for decades, conspiracy theorists and plotters alike are aware that there are those among us who do choose to conspire to deceive people. But being aware of this doesn’t change it.
But they are irrelevant in the bigger picture, the how, the who, the what. Because they all distract you from the why.
What they don’t want you to know, or more importantly what they don’t want you to do. To realise your position, to realise you have the ability to think for yourself, protect yourself and to understand what needs to be done for a better world.
They want you to be in fear, to not trust those around you or yourself, they want your compliance and they will do anything to get it. TV, drugs and manipulated news all play their part to feed you the information they want you to have, or to give you a social problem to tackle while they are busy deciding your future and fate.
But we feel oppressed, we feel the pressure of being herded like sheep and dulled down to fit into a Victorian model of society, of strange pleasantries and social order to which we must adhere or we are considered outcasts. Anarchists. I see them more as progressionists sometimes, the people who can see something so fundamentally wrong with the system that they must question its reason and function. How else can we consider ourselves a civilized society when we run with such an archaic underlying structure?
Anarchy is just a word, as they all are, but it’s the meaning the word implies that is important. It is a word of propaganda, given to mean a rising of the minority who don’t fit into the to system or answer to the call of a corrupt authority. By seeing it as progression-ism means some people trying to affect change, not collapse the whole system. But words can lead to ideas, and ideas can lead to change and that’s what they fear. They want to control you, want to monitor you and want to stop you…
(c) MKW Publishing 2017
Beyond Reasoning…
I wonder a lot about things I will never know, too much time spent trying to rewrite the past or understand it. But it was what it was, it was how it was. I think I was always willing to accept it, but wanted to know what I was accepting. Wanted to try and work out why people left and didn’t come back, why people didn’t talk to each other and how it became such a mess. I thought I was equipped to deal with such issues. I though I could handle learning about my family, instead it’s raised more questions than i can find answers for. I like to work out the logic in things but sometimes you just have to accept, it is beyond reasoning.
Time has now taken it’s toll and we are fewer now, so the questions remain and once again become part of an unsolvable mystery…
(c) K Wicks
Am I In Control…
The Willing Observer – K L Wicks
(c) MKW Publishing 2015
Stonehenge…
It was my husbands suggestion for us to go, we have a mutual interest of history and archaeology, his for ancient sites, mine used to be more recent encompassing from the time of the Romans through to present day. That is the bulk of what i was told about growing up, what we were taught at school and led to believe was ‘accurate’ history, but seems more to me now as lots of guesswork and a just a few shreds of evidence, albeit one sided. We arrived at Stonehenge as part of the normal daily lines of sightseers, funny when i thought how close i had lived for years and never been. It was very impressive, i won’t lie. The stones looking stark against the flat surrounding landscape and the people looking so much smaller than i thought they would, the stones were huge. But so close, yet so far away, the lines and pathway led us round and back away from the stones. It was great, but not enough. Unwilling to visit on either solstice due to the sheer numbers of people, we felt we needed to be able to get up close and really see the stones. A bit more research and we found that you could book to go on a private tour and actually walk through the stones after it closed to the public. That was more like it. So we did, we went back and got to walk up The Avenue, leading us to an epic view on approach, got to be among the stones and really see them up close. Although told no one was allowed to touch them, we made a point of touching them, that was our intention before even going, after all, these were thousands of years old and they allowed people to climb all over them twice a year. I knew i wasn’t about to topple one of the oldest monuments we had. And it was worth it.
When we started going to ancient sites, we realised it was different from more recent history. No-one could say for sure what these sites were for, who built them or even how they built them. No writing, no history from either the winners or losers of this time, just the stone left behind. We are unable to move these stones with today’s machinery and technology, yet do not give them the attention i feel they deserve. This is an ancient mystery of epic proportions. There are sites all over the world, strikingly similar sites which show that apparently unconnected people, all took up the same method of building and created megalithic structures still very much standing today. Followed by pyramids found all over the world too with no real idea of where they all got the same idea at the same time. You have to see for yourself and make your own judgement.
(c) MKW Publishing 2017
The Want to Write
I wanted to write. I always had. I couldn’t explain it or contain it, just a need to put stories into a semblance of order and to have my own creations. The pride that I felt at completing a project has not waned, in fact the ideas can’t get to the page fast enough sometimes. Everything gives me ideas and material, everything I encounter in my visual and audio capacity is taken in, stored and studied for what they might become, for where they may end up. But sometimes I still look back at my very first projects and remember where it all began…
(c) MKW Publishing 2017
A Creepy Perspective…
Having enjoyed horror and psychology for much of my life, I naturally wondered if the concept of creepy and feeling scared of an unseeable force was in fact scarier than a seeable horror. Many horror films contributed to my early years and gave me nightmares and various other phobias for a number of years after, which I then sought to understand and get over. Films which would tell of a seeable, touchable, knowable horror did more damage I believe. The paranormal ones kept my imagination busy and fascinated me but did not bring the same level of fear.
So, after wondering much about the triggers of being scared and the concept of horror, I finally got round to asking the question, was I just scaring myself? Were these films just the seed planter, the suggester if you will, making my ideas turn towards the dark or sinister. Or was I always drawn towards horror, and therefore found my way there, of this I am not yet sure. I have been on a number of ‘fright night’ tours of apparently haunted locations, with other people to see if I could further my understanding or remain the sceptic on the subject of the paranormal. Also so I could observe other people doing the same for what appeared to be different reasons. I still very much remain the sceptic but with a want to believe, it would be so interesting if it was but just not enough evidence for me. Gothic locations and graveyards are still a favourite of mine but more for architecture and history rather than horror, my ideas come from a very different place…
(c) K Wicks – Photography of Tintern Abbey
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