J.A. Hernandez
Bio
J.A. Hernandez enjoys horror, playing with cats, and hiding indoors away from the sun. Also, books. So many books—you wouldn't believe.
He runs a weekly newsletter called Into Horror History and writes fiction.
https://www.jahernandez.com
Stories (113/0)
Anne Rice—Author, Visionary, Immortal.
Back when I was in 5th grade, I found a book in my house, and to this day, I'm still not sure where it came from. Up to that point, it was the single fattest book my 10-year-old self had ever seen. I thought some of Tolkien's books were long, but I never could have imagined that so many pages would fit inside anything other than a dictionary.
By J.A. Hernandez2 years ago in Horror
Michael McDowell — Author
How often do you pay attention to the screenwriters behind your favorite films? For most, the answer would be, “never.” It’s normal, though, to focus on the end product, an audiovisual work of art. Often, creators disappear into the shadow of their work. In a way, it’s a good thing because their work takes on a life of its own. In another way, though, it’s terrible for creators because people end up not knowing who was responsible and never encounter other works they may love.
By J.A. Hernandez2 years ago in Horror
Retro Holiday Gifts For a Few Friends
I was born after the heyday of Vincent Price, Bela Lugosi, and Boris Karloff. But, I've always felt a sort of nostalgia for old horror, even though I wasn't around for it. It wasn't just me. Enough people had this same feeling that a word needed to be created for it.
By J.A. Hernandez2 years ago in Lifehack
Eminent Domain
A young man banged down the gavel with a loud clack. He wore a slim suit that caught the light like oiled cloth, heavy and wet. The murmur and snickers quieted down, and the young man pointed his gavel down toward the nearly empty benches of the town hall, straight at the only man in the room with wrinkles painting his face.
By J.A. Hernandez2 years ago in Fiction
Inching Along After the Apocalypse
June 4, 2034 I was rummaging through the supply cabinets in the teacher's lounge today and found a composition notebook, like the ones I used to hand out to my kids, beautiful black and white marbled cover, brand new—well, unused. Of course, nothing's brand new anymore. I haven't written a diary since I was a kid, it's been so long, I think I forgot how.
By J.A. Hernandez2 years ago in Fiction