About Bill Silvia


Bill Silvia has been publishing content on the internet since 2006.  He began as a writer of horror film-related reviews and articles for Fight-Evil.com, where he continued to publish content until the site stopped carrying articles.  From 2009 through 2011 he published Star Wars and Science Fiction-related reviews and articles for NJOE.com.  In 2010 Bill was one of a number of administrators involved in the founding of Man in Black Reviews (later MiBReviews), and its spin-offs, Tickled Fears and Stars’ End, where he and many contributors who posted written reviews, short form fiction, original videos, and more.  The site closed in early 2013.  Since 2010, Bill has published articles and reviews on Fantasy & SciFi Lovin’ Reviews.

On each of these sites, Bill has worked to experiment with various formats in order to further his capacity to create new and interesting content.  It is these skills that he has taken to this blog in order to continue writing and publishing on a regular basis, pushing his abilities with higher quality content, and establishing a dialogue with the internet community.  On this blog, he will post analytical articles, reviews, short and long form fiction, podcasts and original videos.  Any comments or criticism of any sort are welcome, and readers are always welcome to email him at reviewerinblack@gmail.com.

7 Days of Fiction: Eating Samantha Out

This work is part of an anthology that I am working on. I don’t want to say much about it, as its surprise is its primary function. I will say to be ready for anything, and expect the unexpected.


Samantha lay across the bed, the sheets helping to cool her skin, her heart pumping fast. David was draped over her, his actions hot and involved just as his skin remained cold to the touch. As he tore her blouse off, buttons popping off with the suddenness of action, the touch of his hand across her warm breast made her tremble, her nipples standing erect.

David suddenly through the remains of Samantha’s blouse on the floor before pulling apart her skirt in the same way. Her black skirt was pulled apart, the zipper left all but useless, before he reached down and touched her thong. Blood red against her tan skin, he admired its beauty before taking the crimson material between his sharp teeth and pulling it down.

Samantha moaned as David and the thong slid down her shapely, smooth legs. She gasped as he rubbed on first her thighs, then her calves, and finally rested his hands on her ankles before laying her thong beneath them. Standing, David wasted little time in removing his own shirt, dropping it onto the floor and revealing his sculpted chest to Samantha.

David returned to his knees. He probed between Samantha’s legs with his long fingers, eliciting a moan of response. He licked her thighs, her labia, and finally in between. He absolutely loved the taste of her, especially her juices. Liquid love. There was something about women, particularly the women of this region; even the scent of them, their sweat, drove him wild. Samantha here drove every one of his senses wild as she moaned. The best thing about it was that he knew she was completely under his spell, and would stay that way until he was done with her.

David licked his way up her body, his wiry muscles moving over her soft, curvy flesh. He gave her brief, little nibbles and hickeys across her body, leaving a trail of red drops up her stomach to her breasts. If anything, this made her skin more attractive to him. He licked her stomach, his pale flesh standing out starkly against her tan. He placed his hands to either side of her, on top of her hair: black hair, darker than anything else on the bed. It would stay that way, forever, even if the person wearing it withered and died.

The man made his way to Samantha’s weighty, firm breasts. He nipped at each of them before sucking on them long and hard. It was a heady sensation, made even more so by her throaty moaning. David continued up her collarbone, skipping her neck to hover over her face. He looked her in the eyes; Samantha was completely entranced by the sensations David had given her. He grinned, toothily, and then, he sank his teeth into her neck.

Fangs tore through soft flesh. Samantha didn’t resist, though her heart was beating enough for two of them. Blood sprayed out through the wound, and David drank it all in. Liquid love. He just loved the taste of it so much. So, so much.

When he finished, David stood and looked into the mirror. His face was covered in Samantha’s juices after they had gushed and splattered on him for the past five minutes. And they sparkled.

It was good to be on the winning side of this war.

7 Days of Fiction–FE/Marvel: Strips 4-6

In 2006, I began an overly ambitious project (overly ambitious because it was never able to continue beyond its first installment) to merge Fight-Evil.com with the Marvel Universe.

Its tone is… well, that.  It’s all the humor of Fight-Evil (think a crass Silver Age comic) mixed with the mythology of Marvel.  Crash Dummie of http://www.TheSlashersComic.com started to draw the first installment into a comic, which I’ll begin posting here. 

There is some extreme imagery in the text, so if you’d rather avoid that I’d stick to the comics or avoid this story altogether.

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Movie Review: 2014’s Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles



Since before I can remember, I have been a fan of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. One of the earliest things I can remember owning is a TMNT lunchbox. While I had largely given up after school television by the time the second animated incarnation came around and didn’t know about it until after its cancellation, I enjoyed watching The Next Mutation every day after school.

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7 Days of Fiction: Upturn Chapter 5

I feel the need to mention that this is a rather old piece of work, as much of the fiction that I post on this. I say this because it is rather crude, and initially intended to be the opening to this serial story. I was uncomfortable enough with presenting this shock value chapter on its own to remove it from the opening, but it is still part of the whole, and I am presenting it unchanged from how it was first published (had I never published it on MiBReviews, I might feel more open to changing this sub-plot now). Should I return to this story, I may address some of the lazier elements, but for now, I am publishing this as is, with this disclaimer.


“I, uh,” she couldn’t tell him that she didn’t, that she’d never loved him. Not again. Not today.

Andrew had been one of the first people Becky met after she graduated from her small high school. Like Becky, Andrew had never traveled much into civilization in his teen years. There was a small settlement about a dozen kilometers from his home, which is where he had met everyone outside of his family in his life to that point. Upon reaching adulthood, Andrew began traveling to Light City, a small city but the largest he had ever seen, where he bartered for goods and earned money. Light City is where the 18 year old met Becky, and he instantly fell in love.

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