Welsh Roads are Full of Potholes and Now I’m Suspicious of Them…

A Tale of Fenland Terror

The council let the potholes grow too wide. They let them get too deep. And by failing to seal the breach between our world and the fiery hellscape below, they let something creep through, something ancient, something ungodly, and something hungry.
But the people of Little Elmswood aren’t going to sit back and let this beast tear then asunder. No, they’ll use everything they’ve got to send this abomination back to domain of evil whence it came or die trying.

It Came From the Pothole is an homage to our greatest and grizzliest B-movies while simultaneously acting as a warning of the huge risk of not properly maintaining our road networks.

Dark bleatings, my lovely tribe. Got a little treat of a novella to talk to you about today, and you’ll never look at a crack in the road the same again…

Imagine if HP Lovecraft rewrote ‘The Mist’, but got Paul Tremblay in to write the ending. That’s this novella, all of which I mean as a compliment. This story begins when a drunk man pees into a pothole, only to realise that the hole is extraordinarily deep, and his actions prompt something that’s lurking down there to slither up towards the light.

Tentacles galore, but what in the pothole-y hell are they attached to? The author goes all out with the mayhem, splashes us with buckets of blood and savagery, and gives us a dilemma of potentially worldly proportions, all while maintaining a slight tongue-in-cheek tone, despite the mountainous horror. It’s really loads of fun and the perfect read if you’re looking for something with all those great horror elements, but eases up a bit on the emotional weight.

I’d absolutely recommend this to horror fans, especially if you’re looking for something you can absorb and enjoy but that won’t spin you into an existential crises. After months of reading heavy mental health themed stories and tales of world-shattering grief, this was just what I needed to bring me back to fiction with a bit more of a smirk.

If you’d like to check out the book or the author, I’ve popped some links below for you:

IT CAME FROM THE POTHOLE

C. SPOOK TATHAM

Bleeeeat!

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