William Pauley III is an American author of bizarro fiction. He was born in San Antonio, TX on July 31st, 1984. He currently resides in Lexington, KY, where he lives with his wife and two children. He is the founder/co-editor of the bizarro/horror/sci-fi blogzine, The New Flesh, and the author of several books, including: The Brothers Crunk - An 8-Bit Fack-it-all Adventure in 2D, Doom Magnetic!, and his upcoming book Demolition Ya-Ya. He has heat-ray eyes that are powerful enough to melt cheese. [citation needed]
Anthologies[]
The following anthologies contain stories written by William Pauley III.
- Creature Features (features his story, THE THIRD FLOOR)
- Long Live The New Flesh: Year One (features his stories, THE LUMP and BLINK)
- Toe Tags: 21 Spine-Tingling Tales from the Best New Authors of Horror (features his story, THE THINGS THAT LEFT THEIR SKIN)
- Toe Tags II: Blood and Bizarro (features his story, THE SPIDERS OF HONEYVILLE)
Books[]
- The Brothers Crunk - An 8-Bit Fack-it-all Adventure in 2D
- Doom Magnetic!
- If You Don't Sleep, You Don't Dream
- LivinHell: The Demon Writings of William Pauley III, Volume One
- Mr. Malin and the Night
- The.Living.Daylights.
Story Credits[]
- Archfiend Inside
- Blink
- Desperate Measures
- EyeScream
- The 612 Fingers of a Strange, Wicked Man
- The Lump
- The Spiders of Honeyville
- The Things That Left Their Skin
- The Third Floor
Poetry Credits[]
- 144,000 Sealed
- A Dream
- All I Need to Know
- The Answer?
- Angelhorns & Deviltrombones
- Blind
- Blood Stained Waters
- Break Said Silence
- Comfortable
- Devil's Day
- Disconnected
- Divine Intervention
- Echoes
- The End
- The End of the World
- God, Help Me
- The Hearers of the Constant Hum
- Home
- Honest to God
- I Kill It
- I Leave
- If This is the End
- It's Only the Dark
- Lift
- Monster
- No One is Safe
- November
- Paper Bags
- Paranoid
- perhaps it's sleep deprivation?
- The Piano
- The Ruins
- S.I.N.S.
- The Sad Guests
- Self Portrait
- Skin
- Sleeptalker
- Smokeless (but plenty of alcohol to spare)
- There is a Darkness.
- We Have Ourselves to Blame
- When You Are Gone
- Writer's Block