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Kmarkhoover... have you seen this?

Dead West: 13 Tales of Murder and Mayhem - http://www.bandersnatchbooks.com/page7.html - I think your Haxan stuff would fit right in.

In other news, I really want to write something for this anthology but my muse has taken a powder. Anyone want to toss ideas at me?

No vampires, werewolves or zombies.

Help me interwebs, you're my only hope. The person who gives me an idea that I use in some way will be a character in the story (and will probably die a horrible death - that's how I roll, er, write).

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kmarkhoover
Jan. 7th, 2010 07:01 pm (UTC)
Yes, I have, I'm sending them something this week. Prolly my Haxan story "Alpenglow."

Hm. Ideas. Maybe something Native American based? Some take on their mythology, maybe, with all the stops pulled out. Or maybe a ghostly stagecoach draped in black that gives people rides to the Underworld...against their wish. Although you kind of see that story often in one form or another, but I haven't seen it with a western flavor.
random_girl
Jan. 7th, 2010 07:03 pm (UTC)
A stranger rides into what appears to be a normal town. He helps himself to booze at the bar, much to the astonishment and upset of the locals. He goes upstairs at the inn and goes to sleep in the bed of a reputable townsperson who is flabbergasted and unable to wake him to move him. He goes to the bank and, rather than holding it up, goes to the back, opens the vault, and begins loading the money into a pack. Patrons and employees stare wide eyed; the sherrif finally shoots the man as he tries to leave the bank. The man reacts to the sound of the gun shot, looking around, frightened, then soothes his horse, climbs on it and rides away.

The townsfolk meet and discuss what happened and are able to piece together events from before the man came that concludes with the town being, literally, a ghost town (you may make up your own reason they were all wiped out--indian curse sounds good to me) and they clearly grasp that anyone else who settles here will meet the same fate. During the course of their discussions, a group of men ride in talking about the man from the bank who came to collect the money and was riding ahead, while they prepare the town for the group of settlers that will be here tomorrow--at least four families with children.
cuddlycthulhu
Jan. 7th, 2010 07:13 pm (UTC)
Evil tumbleweeds!

Seriously though, my problem is going to be coming up with something original that wasn't in Deadlands. 8(
kmarkhoover
Jan. 7th, 2010 07:20 pm (UTC)
haha evil tumbleweeds I like that!
cuddlycthulhu
Jan. 7th, 2010 07:24 pm (UTC)
I must admit, taken from Deadlands; they actually had evil, blood-sucking tumbleweeds that rolled across the plains, devouring everything they rolled over.
ivan23
Jan. 7th, 2010 07:56 pm (UTC)
Barbed wire golems. Coyote in his worst aspects. The Ghost Dance.

Also, totally submitting here.
valdary
Jan. 8th, 2010 01:07 am (UTC)
Snow golems would be kinda topical, but it will probably all melt by deadline! A cowboy & snowmen LOL

Possessed weapons that possibly talk to their owner's, of course possibly the owner is just insane, but the next owner... (not original I know but I've seen it in stories very different from one another)

Fire demon + prairie?

tatterdamelion
Jan. 8th, 2010 01:31 am (UTC)
You can always go the Cthulhuian route...they find something buried deep, either mining or tunneling through a mountain for the railway, and it's causing no end of problems. They have to send to the nearest city, probably St. Louis or Denver to have someone come out and figure out what it is. By the time he gets there, the "Sleeping Giant" has already started driving people mad.

I have an idea for a story using some mythology from the Zuni tribe that I might give a spin to this weekend. We'll see how it turns out.
izombieyou
Jan. 8th, 2010 12:09 pm (UTC)
taxidermy. The whole town is having it's own little groundhog thing going on as the inhabitants relive the same day over and over again, reacting to changes but in limited ways because they are all dead, preserved by the weird tinctures of el demented taxidermist who lives in the woods, or is the town barber, mayor, priest or whatever living in his own perfect creation. Maybe he bought some sort of elxir from snakeoil salesman who passes through town some time back with the carnival - leaves the door open to other carnie tales.
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