The Film Poster For Our Movie

Today I am proud to announce not only how close we are to completing our first feature film, but also proud to present for the first time our movie poster.

Callous poster

Callous is a psychological horror movie that I can’t wait to share with the world once the time is right.

For those who want to have a taste of our horror story telling talents, I would recommend you visiting our three stories that I have written for Halloween:-

The Baby Sitter

You’ll Never Guess

Across (Personal favorite)

Enjoy the nightmares 😀

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Halloween Story #2 “The Babysitter”

Today I give a bow to the master of horror, Mister Steven King. Today’s story follows a girl named Tina, who’s tale takes place in a story inspired by something I’ve seen very recently.

Tina have managed to put the kids to sleep exactly as she was instructed by mister King. All is left for her to do now was to wait for the parents to come back home so she can get paid, and after that one of the parents will drop her back to her home. Today was Tina’s first day to babysit the King family’s kids, she was happy to do so since she have known about them for a while. In fact, all her friends are curious about them. They were a rich family who traveled a lot. Their house was filled with souvenirs and statues from all over the world, and most of them were in the living room which was where Tina was heading now to watch TV.

Tina entered the living room where she saw statues of dragons, a clown statue, and an African mask statue. Tina didn’t notice how creepy they were since she was all alone in the living room. She checked her phone for new messages but found nothing more recent than the message mister King have sent to her minutes after he left with his wife Sara. Tina read it again to remind herself.

“You can use the TV in the living room, but please do not touch the statues.”

Tina didn’t want to touch them either way. She turned on the TV. She found herself unable to concentrate on whatever she was watching. Tina did not like where the Clown statue was placed in the living room, which was a bit to the left and facing the sofa she was sitting on. It gave her the creeps. She got up to try to move the clown statue and put it behind the sofa where it won’t be in her vision’s peripheries. But she slowed down to a halt when she came close to it, remembering that she should not touch anything in the living room. Frustrated now, Tina went back to watch something less colorful, like an old movie, and hoped for the time to pass by faster.

As the minutes went in the rate of hours, Tina have finally gave up. She got up and picked up the landline to call mister King. Two rings later, Mister King answered the phone.

“Hello Tina, is everything alright?”

“Yes mister King, I just put the kids to bed and I’m now in the living room” Tina said.

“Oh… is there anything else I can help you with?” Mister King asked with a hint of wonder.

“Well… I…” Tina hesitated at first. “I know you said not to touch anything in the living room, but there is a creepy clown statue and… I don’t know… can I use a blanket to cover it or something like that?”

“I’m sorry Tina, I didn’t hear you very well, can you say that again?”

“The clown statue, the one facing the sofa, I’d like to have it covered”

“Listen carefully Tina… get the kids and leave the house, I will call the cops.” Mister King said. Tina froze in a double bind situation; confused at what Mister King have said.

“Mister King… what do you mean?”

“…. we don’t have a clown statue.”

That’s when Tina heard the fast paces of someone running at her from behind, before she felt a tight grip around her waist.

Halloween Story #1 “You’ll Never Guess”

In the spirit of Halloween, I decided to share three tales of horror, starting with today’s tale. Gather around, and let us see what will happen to our dear Sammy.

you'll never guess

The morning breeze mixed with the smell of Sammy’s steaming coffee heightened his sense of admiration for the beautiful scene that he lacked back home. On vacation now, he decided to wake up early to be the first in the breakfast buffet at the guesthouse he was staying at. Sammy looked around him and saw no one here but himself. He drank from his Turkish coffee, and as he was sipping, he heard steps coming from behind him. Thinking it most probably belonged to another guest. He didn’t turn to see who he, or she was. But suddenly, and out of nowhere, something very odd happened. Sammy’s eyes were covered from behind by that person. Startled and uneasy at first, he found himself settling once that person who covered his eyes from behind spoke.

“Guess who?” The voice was familiar and unfamiliar to him at the same time, but not of someone who is very close. If it belonged to a woman, it would be a mature one, and if it was a man’s voice, it would belong to someone probably younger than he is. The hands were not too soft to notice, so he was left with so many faces from his memories. He couldn’t guess no matter how hard he tried.

“I… uh…. ” Sammy smiled “I honestly have no idea.”

Sammy felt the person leaning next to his shoulder, and felt a breath going in before the person spoke.

“You never  will.”

Sammy felt something very sharp penetrating his eyes, the hands then slid sideways and away, rubbing Sammy’s face as it did. Sammy screamed in pain, he turned around to take a swing but hit nothing but air, lost his balance and fell on the floor.

“HELP!!” cried Sammy, but he couldn’t hear anyone yet. He lied down on the floor, terrified, not because whatever fiend did this to him might still be with him, but at the reality of the idea that he will never… ever… see again.

I hope my story was entertaining. Tune in tomorrow for the second story, entitled…. “The Baby Sitter”

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Why though?

So… here I am sitting, minding my own business, readying my copy of Paulo Coelho’s Aleph inside the plane, of an airline that I won’t mention that it owns a couple of football clubs, when suddenly an announcement came that took my attention away from Paulo’s story, which is very hard to accomplish. It roughly said.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are now in the process of fueling our aircraft, please remain seated and do not fasten your seat belt.”

Apparently I was the only one reacting to that announcement because everyone was busy doing whatever they were doing, mainly talking or playing with their phones, I didn’t notice another reader at the time. First thought was “really? Seatbelt off??” Why? Another thought came that maybe I misheard that. But that thought was dismissed when another announcement came after a while.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are still fueling our aircraft, please do not fasten your seatbelt”

Now you shouldn’t do that to someone like me. I’m a writer with a hyper active imagination of a 4 year, sugar high, kid. What am I suppose to think now? That the seat belts are running on fuel? Is wearing a seatbelt aggressively going to cause some spark that somehow will find its way to the tank fuel? Is the airplane gonna think we’re are flying if we wear our seat belts and start to takeoff automatically?

That’s when my logical thinking started to speak to me, and it says “This might be a safety procedure, in case, god forbids, the tank accidentally caught fire and they need to evacuate the airplane, so they make sure nothing will hinder our exit plan.” But then my logical-er thinking jumped in and it made more sense “Seriously?! If they care for our safety, why did they let us in the plane while they are fueling it?”

There might be a logical explanation to this illogical announcement. The thing is, someone who works in an airliner might read what I wrote and think of me as ignorant. But that’s it, I am ignorant about flying and their rules, so are you about literature, orthodontics or dental facts. Writing this post actually made me think of the many times I was treated rudely for asking questions, for example, related to visas or residency. Guess what? I don’t work there so don’t expect me to know how things work in your place of business or country. So here I am with a confused look and with many questions on why we don’t wear our seatbelt when the airplane is fueling.

What do you think is the real reason?

I opened my new production company…

Yes… It is sudden news, and it totally explains why I haven’t been posting for months. I have been working with people from all over the world with our new movie, written and directed by me, which was filmed in Dalian city, China.

This is our production logo, also designed and composed by me. The project we are working on at the moment is a psychological horror that keeps you guessing. We are working hard to polish and finish up the movie. Hopefully we will get to share our vision together.

Peace!

~ A. H. Amin

Here’s what you can learn…

 

We all crave for a good tale; searching for a portal to take us out of this world and hope we end up somewhere inspiring. This is how it started with my tale, Kima. One day in 2009, I was still a student with hopes and dreams and so many shapeless tales living within me. I casually went online to check my email. That’s when I came across to an article about beached whales in South Africa; which some might know as “Death Stranding”. On that day, I read the article and I came across something that puzzled me. The article mentioned that this started first in South Africa on Christmas Eve, 1928. This sparked my curiosity and made me think about why it happened? Who was there? How did it affect the people; to see something like that for the first time? A story started to take form, and I was already working on my first novel “Psychs” at the time. So, I did some research about life in 1928, South Africa, to see if I’ll get some good materials for my story. And that’s when I came across to something that might be the reason why whales go out from the sea. That day, and three rewrites later, have brought us to this moment, where a folk tale is now making its way out one reader at a time. goodreadlasttest-1

I’m writing today to present some of those readers who happened to have enjoyed the story and the message I am trying to spread throughout the world. Here is what you can learn about my dimension, my portal to fantasy that is based on reality and real experiences. I hope you can visit and support that message, and help spreading Kima, an inspirational light  tale with a heavy message.

 

 

review martha

 

 

“A very Enjoyable reading” ~ A Book and a Dish (This review comes with a South African dish inspired by my tale.) 5/5 Stars.

 

 

review train of thoughts

 

 

“I enjoyed reading the story and I like Amin’s writing style” ~ Strive to Engage 5/5 Stars.

 

 

 

 

review train“The book is really easy to read. From the first pages, the author weaves the mystery and mischief in the story” ~ Following the golden quill 5/5 Stars.

 

 

 

 

read watch review

 

“Pretty interesting and unique” ~ Read Watch and Think 4.5/5 Stars.

 

 

 

 

 

review Karen

 

“A. H. Amin has created a remarkable story… It is a good read” ~ My train of thoughts on… 4/5 Stars.

 

 

 

 

review tj

 

“The book is imaginative and fresh… There are life lessons to be found and understood in the pages.” ~ TJ Love Books 3.5/5 Stars.

 

 

 

review maria

 

 

“Quite fascinating and whimsical” ~ A daughter of Parchment and paper 3.5/5 Stars.

 

 

 
review darria

“The premise is magical, like fables of old passed through ancient texts and read at bedtime to the young.” ~ Darrienia 3/5 Stars.

 

 

 

 

 

Kima: amazon or you can pick it from many other online bookstores.

 

Review: Kima by A.H. Amin

Kima, a light read with a heavy message… (a book review)

Read Watch and Think

kimaBook: Kima

Author: A.H. Amin

Plot: Christmas Eve 1928 gave birth to a yearly phenomenon in South Africa. A herd of false killer whales were found beached upon the shore. It has also given birth to the story of two young children who meet an old woman named Kima. Kima somehow knows why this has happened, but that’s not all she knows. The children, Alex and Alice, realize that there is more to this woman that what meets the eye, and ear. She will reveal to them a tale, a mysterious story she claims was passed on to her by a mythical Black Seagull.
Derived from both historic tales and figures, Kima is a fictional character portrayed in a way that makes her become real.

My rating: 4.5/5 stars

First of all a huge thanks to the author for providing me with the book and giving me the opportunity to…

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