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WiHM 2014: Featuring the Ladies of The Sirens Call Issue #13 [Part Fifteen]

February is Women in Horror Recognition Month, a movement that was founded to support and assist female genre artists in gaining opportunities, exposure and networking. In honour of the event, Sirens Call Publications devotes its February issue of The Sirens Call to supporting the cause and featuring the excellent talent displayed by ladies writing horror.

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First up today is a piece of flash fiction titled ‘Reunion’ by Cara Michaels gracing the eZine on page 139…

“Our song played on the radio and I shivered to remember her. If I closed my eyes, her face came to me, the memory softened by time. Dark hair. Warm, brown eyes. The shape of her face, the tilt of her lips, eluded me. Had her nose been a bit long, maybe?

“It’s so cold. Have you been outside?”

Snow fell on the dark world beyond the house, a gently hissing refrain. Maybe I would go outside this once. Feel the crisp air. Catch the scent of distant fires.

“Better bundle up.” Her laughter jangled, discordant. “Wouldn’t want anything important to freeze.”

I knew her voice. Knew her words. Her hurt and anger.

When would I forget?

Something shrieked across the glass before me. I stumbled back. Four furrows carved along the width. I searched the darkness. Nothing more than trees and snow…”

15_CaraMichaelsABOUT THE AUTHOR - Cara Michaels is a dreamer of legendary proportions (just ask her about the alien pirate spaceship invasion). Her imagination is her playground and nothing is so fun for her as building new characters and worlds with at least an edge of the fantastic. She’s writing whenever the opportunity presents itself and can typically be found tinkering with half a dozen projects. Occasionally all at once.

Twitter: @caramichaels
Web: http://caramichaels.com

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Next up is Lori Safranek’s ‘Tumbling Down’ beginning on page 141…

“Susan jogged in place while rearranging her hair. The elastic wouldn’t hold her thick, brown hair in place. She tightened it and moved back into her running speed.

The gloomy and dark weather had already brought her mood down, so this route suited her fine and it all suited her purpose. Her normal ten-mile route was for better weather and happier moods.

Pounding along the uneven sidewalk, she cursed the city parks workers for not doing their jobs and zig-zagged around a dirty disposable diaper lying right where her left foot should have landed. She shook her head. Definitely back to the longer run tomorrow, on the cleaner, safer route near work.

She took in deep regular breaths and enjoyed the feel of her muscles stretching and heating up as she moved around the park with ease and grace. A 20-something wearing a black sweat suit and scruffy running shoes ran toward her, giving her a bold once-over…”

15_LoriSanfanekABOUT THE AUTHOR – Lori Safranek enjoys twisting reality into macabre short stories and making something horrible out of something ordinary, often with a dash of humor. Born and raised in Omaha, Nebraska, Lori has found much inspiration for her writing among the seemingly quiet, Midwestern people who continually surprise her with their strange and wonderful antics. Lori has filled her house with research for her writing—in other words, boxes and boxes of books—but she leaves enough room for her husband, Chuck, and their dogs, Arthur and Scout, neither of whom are big horror fans.

The first three installments of Lori’s Freaked Out series are available on Amazon. She has written numerous short stories and plans to write her first novel this year.

Twitter: @safraneklori
Facebook: Author Lori Safranek

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And rounding out today’s feature is Rebecca Besser’s ‘Hall of Twelve’ which starts on page 145…

“Who knew that living to see tomorrow would involve laying face down in the mud, sucking air through a reed? Jeff Monroe thought, doing just that.

He couldn’t believe that just a month ago life had been normal. He’d been a normal guy with a family. Now it was all gone.

The ‘Beings’ had come. They didn’t have any other name for them, because they didn’t know who the Beings were or where they’d come from. The closest thing that came to mind for Jeff was mutants. But that would mean they’d been human to begin with and he didn’t think they were.

He had joined the Rebels to fight the Beings after they’d eaten his daughter and kidnaped his wife.

Now… he could hear them coming. They were behind him, on the right.

They’d almost passed him when one stepped directly in the center of his lower back. Its clawed foot dug into his flesh and curled around his spinal cord…”

15_RebeccaBesserABOUT THE AUTHOR - Rebecca Besser resides in Ohio with her husband and son. She’s best known for her work in adult horror, but has been published in fiction, nonfiction, and poetry for a variety of age groups and genres. She’s currently seeking an agent with the hopes of expanding her reach and readership through a mass market publication in the future.

Twitter: @BeccaBesser
Author’s Page: http://www.rebeccabesser.com

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WiHM 2014: Featuring the Ladies of The Sirens Call Issue #13 [Part Fourteen]

February is Women in Horror Recognition Month, a movement that was founded to support and assist female genre artists in gaining opportunities, exposure and networking. In honour of the event, Sirens Call Publications devotes its February issue of The Sirens Call to supporting the cause and featuring the excellent talent displayed by ladies writing horror.

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First up today is ‘Survival’ a piece of flash fiction by LE Jamez on page 126…

“She really couldn’t stand the sight of him anymore, but then the feeling was mutual. The thought of having to spend one more night under the same roof as him was making her sick, but since the outbreak they’d been confined together; she’d had no choice. No one did.

She studied him while she filled her backpack with bottles of water and dried food; just sitting in his favourite chair, the awful fake leather lazy boy she hated. Since this all started he had made no attempt to be the man she thought she had married; he refused to accept the current situation and had left all the planning to her. She took a breath and almost gagged at the stench that had filled the air in the past few seconds. It was time. Looking out the window she saw them stumbling up the path towards the door…”

14_LEJamezABOUT THE AUTHOR - Laura Jamez, a mother of two from Dunfermline in Scotland, has been obsessed with horror from an early age. She is currently writing a new horror story collection which will be released spring 2014, exploring the world of Vampires and Werewolves. One of Laura’s aims for 2014 is to appear in every issue of Sirens Call, watch this space.

Twitter: @lejamez
Website : www.officemango.com

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Next up is Elaine Pascale’s ‘Cups and Helmets’ which starts on page 127…

“You are dead.”

Chip Ferris read the lips of the Defensive Tackle, but the words slid right by him. Nothing mattered but the game.

This was not any game; this was THE GAME. Not only was this Homecoming, and all of the former upperclassmen who had tormented him in the locker room were here to see him in his glory, but there was also a talent scout present. This scout could open doors. Chip’s parents were salivating over the scent of college scholarships.

Chip, who had never even paid for the gas in his own car, was unable to smell scholarships; he could smell warm apple cider mixed with leather and sweat. The cider was coming from the stands, while the leather and sweat were all around him. His sense of smell was quite acute, because his hearing was so poor. He didn’t mind: the less noise, the less there was to distract him. His focus, for football, was immense…”

14_ElainePascaleABOUT THE AUTHOR – Elaine Pascale lives on Cape Cod with her husband, son and daughter. Her writing has been published in several magazines and anthologies. She is the author of If Nothing Else, Eve, We’ve Enjoyed the Fruit.  Elaine enjoys a robust full moon, chocolate, and collecting cats.

Twitter: @doclaney
Webpage: elainepascale.com

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And the final offering today is ‘Dog Eat Dog’ by Suzie Lockhart which starts on page 131…

“It was a pungent stench that woke Miles Jackson from his state of temporary unconsciousness. He wasn’t able to decipher what it was at first, because chloroform was still burning in his nostrils, masking the worst of the foul odor.

Where the hell was he? He couldn’t see, couldn’t pinpoint the smell. It was just some type of funk.

Something wet tickled his hand, and he automatically recoiled. He didn’t know what it was, and realized with dismay that the reason he couldn’t see was because he was blindfolded. The air around him was cold, and even though he was freezing, Miles didn’t think he was outside. He squirmed around, and as sensation returned, found his hands tied behind his back.

Then he heard a tiny yelp.

What the hell was going on? Was this some kind of joke?”

14_SuzieLockhart_02ABOUT THE AUTHOR - Three years ago Suzie Lockhart discovered a zest for the macabre, and now has stories in a variety of horror publications. She finished in the top ten for the Women on Writing Spring Flash Fiction Contest, and appeared in Dark Moon Digest’s Mistresses of the Macabre, as well as The Sirens Call Women in Horror Recognition Month eZine in 2013.

Working as a Contributing Editor for Horrified Press, Suzie and her writing/editing partner placed second in this year’s Predators and Editors Reader’s Poll for their first anthology, Nightmare Stalkers & Dream Walkers.

Twitter: @suzienbruce2
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/suzie.w.lockhart

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OPEN SUBMISSIONS: The Sirens Call Issue #14

Sirens Call Publications is now accepting submissions for the 14th issue of The Sirens Call…

Old School Horror

For this issue, we want horror.

We don’t want murder mysteries, we don’t want cleverly couched tales of the supernatural, and we don’t want slasher/gore pieces. All we want is straight up horror.

That’s all we’re looking for… Be it a short story, flash fiction, drabbles, or poetry; whatever form you choose to write in, just be sure it’s spine-tingling horror!

Submission Deadline: March 31, 2014

*All submissions MUST be submitted to: Submissions@SirensCallPublications.com

Full guidelines can be found on our website – www.SirensCallPublications.com

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WiHM 2014: Featuring the Ladies of The Sirens Call Issue #13 [Part Thirteen]

February is Women in Horror Recognition Month, a movement that was founded to support and assist female genre artists in gaining opportunities, exposure and networking. In honour of the event, Sirens Call Publications devotes its February issue of The Sirens Call to supporting the cause and featuring the excellent talent displayed by ladies writing horror.

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First up today is Eli Constant’s ‘Dissection’ beginning on page 116…

“Of course the house was creepy. Doesn’t every good horror story have at least one fear-inducing edifice with creaking stairs and squeaking hinges? My story’s no different, but it isn’t the house that terrifies me. It’s never been the house. In another life, I might have come to find the home’s quirks endearing; I might have come to think of it as a family home, a place to run back to when life got hard. But this wasn’t a different life; it was my life.

I hated my life- enough sometimes to wander out back to the miniature river and trail my toes in the cool water, let my imagination move toward the moderately sized boulder near the creek side… imagine myself holding that heavy stone against my body as I laid back into the moving wetness.

I shook my head; I shook it brutally, jarring my brain back from oblivion…”

13_EliConstantABOUT THE AUTHOR - Eli Constant is a genre-jumping detail junkie, obsessed with the nature of humanity. She believes that there’s beauty at the core of most everything, but that truly unredeemable characters create the best stories. Eli is the author of Dead Trees, “Mastic,” “DRAG.N” and is a contributor to the upcoming charity anthology: “Let’s Scare Cancer to Death,” benefitting the V Foundation.

Twitter: @Author_EliC
Website: www.eliconstant.com

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Next up we have ‘Shadows in the Rain’ by Gerri Leen gracing the pages starting on 119…

“The rain falls in sheets, as if the heavens are trying to drown the city. Sarah runs to the corner, searches the oncoming traffic for a cab. Two race by her, their roof lights darkened, fares warm and dry within.

“Mommy?”

Sarah turns, backing into the crosswalk and slipping, a car honks as she tries to correct. She falls, cold wetness soaking into her pants from the rain-drenched pavement. The car goes around her, the window opening just long enough for the driver to call her a crazy bitch.

Crazy?

Crazy is letting the thing that stands staring catch her.

She scrambles to her feet and runs. She covers two blocks, as fast as she’s ever run, and then she bends over, hands on her thighs, breathing hard…”

13_GerriLeenABOUT THE AUTHOR – Gerri Leen lives in Northern Virginia and originally hails from Seattle. She has a collection of short stories, Life Without Crows, out from Hadley Rille Books, and stories and poems published in such places as: Sword and Sorceress XXIII, Spinetinglers, Entrances and Exits, She Nailed a Stake Through His Head, Dia de los Muertos, Return to Luna, Triangulation: Dark Glass, Sails & Sorcery, and Paper Crow.

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And rounding out this selection is Angeline Trevena’s ‘Oakwood’ beginning on page 122…

“I watched the girls at the bus stop; giggling, spinning around to make their short, pleated skirts extend out from their hips like tutus. I looked away as I caught sight of white underwear, my face beginning to burn.

“Hurry up gay boy!” yelled Stevie from up ahead.

Pulling my rucksack higher onto my shoulders, I set off at a run to catch up with the distant silhouettes of my friends.

“Hey, look at this,” Ben called excitedly as I approached. The four of them were gathered in a circle, looking down at something on the ground. Stevie had found himself a long stick and began prodding whatever it was.

I squeezed between Chris and Joey, and looked down to see a dead cat baking on the hot road. It was already a crawling mass of flies, its ginger fur matted to its head with dark blood.

“Look at those teeth,” said Chris. “It looks like it’s laughing.”

13_AngelineTrevenaABOUT THE AUTHOR - Angeline Trevena was born and bred in a rural corner of South West England where she still lives above a milkshake shop. She is a fantasy and horror writer, poet and journalist. Some years ago she worked at an antique auction house and religiously checked every wardrobe that came in to see if Narnia was in the back of it. She’s still not given up looking for it.

Twitter: @AngelineTrevena
Website: www.angelinetrevena.co.uk

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WiHM 2014: Featuring the Ladies of The Sirens Call Issue #13 [Part Twelve]

February is Women in Horror Recognition Month, a movement that was founded to support and assist female genre artists in gaining opportunities, exposure and networking. In honour of the event, Sirens Call Publications devotes its February issue of The Sirens Call to supporting the cause and featuring the excellent talent displayed by ladies writing horror.

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First up today is Shawn Arnston’s short ‘The Doctor’s Appointment’ beginning on page 107…

““Hello! I’m home!”

I put the heavy paper grocery sacks on the kitchen counter. Paper, never plastic. I know plastic is really bad for the animals. Someday I’ll get those nice cloth sacks to use, but for right now, paper will have to do. At least paper comes apart in the rain so it’s not too bad as far as grocery sacks go.

My black cat, Isis, came sauntering into the kitchen and wound herself around my feet.

“Hi, baby,” I crooned as I stooped to pick her up. “How was your morning?”

She purred and pushed towards the grocery bags hoping I’d brought her a treat.

“Let me get this stuff put away, and I’ll give you a surprise,” I said putting her down and turning my attention to the groceries.

“While I do this, I can tell you about MY morning. It was not at all pleasant.” I pulled out a half-gallon of milk and put it in the refrigerator along with eight quarts of cream…”

WiHM2014_logoABOUT THE AUTHOR - Shawn Arntson has been writing since the age of eleven when she used to entertain her friends with fabulous middle-school stories.  She loves words and expressions and primarily writes stories with a supernatural bent.  She is fascinated with all things paranormal but most especially magic and ghosts.  In addition to writing, Shawn works as a freelance editor while also working on her master’s degree and raising two children.

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Next up is ‘The Promise’ by Rose Blackthorn which starts in page 110…

“The breeze off the ocean was cool, but the sun was brightly shining. She couldn’t stand to stay cooped up in the house anymore; so she put on a sweater over her t-shirt, and slipped her feet into blue rubber flip-flops with sailboats on them. She didn’t bother to lock the French door on the patio; she was pretty sure no one would bother anything. Then she crossed the long backyard, sparsely covered in struggling grass, and climbed down the steep decline to the sand. She found a beached tree trunk a hundred yards along the strand, and sat down to watch the surf. The wind blew her dark blond hair into a swirl of tangles around her head, but she didn’t care. The sun felt glorious.

She and Cole had come here last year for vacation. They’d both spent their entire lives in the Midwest, and the thought of seeing the ocean together for the first time had been romantic. Their two weeks here had been something like a honeymoon, and they had talked seriously about packing up and moving out here. It hadn’t happened…”

12_RoseBlackthornABOUT THE AUTHOR – Rose Blackthorn lives in the high mountain desert with her boyfriend and two dogs. She spends her time writing, reading, being crafty, and photographing the surrounding wilderness. She is a member of the HWA and has published numerous short stories and poems in both online venues and print or e-book anthologies.

Twitter: @rose_blackthorn
Blog: http://roseblackthorn.wordpress.com/

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And rounding out this grouping is Georgina Morales’ flash titled ‘Mr. Squeak’ appearing on page 114…

“Jimmy’s sleeping next to me. I didn’t mean to make him angry at dinner today, but I don’t want to keep eating Mr. Squeak, either. What if Santa gets mad? He won’t help Mom find us! But Jimmy says I have to eat or it won’t matter if Mom ever finds us, because I’ll be dead. He says it’s been seven days since he crashed the car. I don’t know; I sleep a lot. Sometimes when I wake up it’s day, sometimes it’s night

After the crash, we tried to find his friend’s cabin, but we couldn’t see with the snow blowing in our faces. That’s why Jimmy built the fort. It’s small, but we snuggle together and it keeps us from the wind. We spent a couple of days without food. Then, when the storm passed, Jimmy went hunting. I stayed, tying pieces of Jimmy’s red shirt to every other tree. He came back a few hours later with a dead squirrel. We ate it raw. Jimmy hid behind a tree so I wouldn’t see how he cut into it with his pocketknife. He let me eat more, said he’d catch another one later. But he didn’t…”

12_GeorginaMoralesABOUT THE AUTHOR - Georgina Morales writes horror, mystery, and everything else that might give you nightmares. 2011 saw the debut of her first novel “Perpetual Night”. Her short stories have appeared in magazines and anthologies such as Dark Moon Digest, Lucky 13, and Gothic Blue Book. She lives in New England along with her husband, two daughters, their beagle, and their old, grumpy cat.

Twitter: @GinaMAuthor
Website: www.diaryofawriterinprogress.blogspot.com

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WiHM 2014: Featuring the Ladies of The Sirens Call Issue #13 [Part Eleven]

February is Women in Horror Recognition Month, a movement that was founded to support and assist female genre artists in gaining opportunities, exposure and networking. In honour of the event, Sirens Call Publications devotes its February issue of The Sirens Call to supporting the cause and featuring the excellent talent displayed by ladies writing horror.

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First up is ‘9 Mystery Rose’ by Eden Royce which starts on page 97…

“Gabe scrawled an address on a faded coffee shop receipt and passed it to the man across the table. He gave a luxurious cough.

Mike slipped the paper into his suit jacket pocket. “Are you sure about this?

“If there’s any help for you, it’s there. But I don’t know…” He shook his wooly head like a broken puppet left to dangle without a master. The empty coffee cup sat between the men, ignored.

“So, you think this woman can do it?” He frowned at the diner’s laminated menu and tossed it aside.

“Maybe.” Gabe chewed at his cuticles. A strip of dirt lay under his nails. When the waitress refilled his mug, he grasped it with both hands and held it against his lips. “So warm.”

“Look. If I’m gonna get involved in this kind of thing, it needs to work.”

“I hear you.”

11_EdenRoyceABOUT THE AUTHOR - Eden Royce is a writer and editor from Charleston, South Carolina whose stories have been published by various presses. She also reviews books for Hellnotes, a website dedicated to horror in fiction, art and movies and is the horror submissions editor for Mocha Memoirs Press. Besides writing, her passions include roller-skating, listening to thunderstorms, and excellent sushi.

Twitter: @edenroyce
Blog: http://darkgeisha.wordpress.com/

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Next we have Rebecca J. Allred’s flash titled ‘The Scientific Method’ on page 102…

“You know, in some cultures they cut off your hand for stealing.” Daniel paced up and down the rows of incubators and centrifuges. During the day, as many as thirty investigators might be working in the lab at any given time, but now it was deserted, and Daniel’s voice echoed off white boards and epoxy resin countertops, making it impossible for Richard to tell exactly where he was.

Richard’s irresistible cobalt eyes ricocheted inside their bony sockets like a pair of tandem pinballs. They were the only mobile parts he possessed in that moment. His wrists and ankles were securely fastened to a chair with zip ties, and his mouth was stuffed with filter paper and secured with several strips of rainbow lab tape…”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR - Rebecca is an accidental achiever extraordinaire. She lives in Salt Lake, working by day as a pathologist, but after hours, she transforms into a doctor of macabre fiction. Her work has been featured on Hellnotes.com and her story, Zoe’s Last Birthday, is scheduled to appear in Vignettes From The End of the World, a forthcoming anthology from Apokrupha.

Twitter: @LadyHazmat
Blog: http://diagnosisdiabolique.blogspot.com

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Rounding out this selection is ‘Goodbye, Alice’ by Arriane Kerr which starts on page 103…

“Alice felt someone watching her when she turned into her street, where her home sat amongst identical redbrick, blank faced houses. The street was shadowed, someone having vandalised the streetlamps so many times the council didn’t rush to fix them anymore. She paused, scanning the driveways, but couldn’t see or hear anything.

Alice was small for a sixteen-year-old. She had brown hair, blue eyes that were framed by dark circles of missed sleep, and the pallid complexion of someone who didn’t eat enough. People from her area had that same look about their faces, like they had all lived a hundred lives. Her mother was no different; Sue had once been pretty, but her hair was wiry and dry from too many bad dye jobs over the years, her face was prematurely lined, her mouth turned down and shoulders hunched forward. Alice’s stepfather, Tony, on the other hand, had grown into his looks. He was a confident man and walked like he was looking down on everyone else…”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR - Arriane Kerr is a writer, reader, and daydreamer. Her love of fantasy novels began in childhood; she was an army brat whose imagination kept her company on long journeys, and in countries where she could not speak the language.

Twitter: @ArrianeKerr

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WiHM 2014: Featuring the Ladies of The Sirens Call Issue #13 [Part Ten]

February is Women in Horror Recognition Month, a movement that was founded to support and assist female genre artists in gaining opportunities, exposure and networking. In honour of the event, Sirens Call Publications devotes its February issue of The Sirens Call to supporting the cause and featuring the excellent talent displayed by ladies writing horror.

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First up today is a story titled ‘Stuck’ by Tabatha Stirling on page 89…

“It’s New Year’s Eve, I’m 23 years old and soon I’m going to eat somebody.

When the outbreak started, I mean, really first started and tiny rumours like petulant scorpions ran haphazardly through the unit – most of us just shrugged and carried on.  You aren’t born in Queens just to go down that last dark road whimpering.  You go down shouting, gouging, biting, spitting.   Ironically, this was to prove much truer than anybody had thought.

But the gossip wove and sang and whispered its way into people’s ears and then their hearts and the fear took hold.  Withered barflies exchanged nervous glances as they tossed back an extra shot for luck and life.  Facial tics became more pronounced and dogs began to refuse to leave their houses, growling low and profound, their hackles rising in a fast concluding premonition…”

10_TabathaStirlingABOUT THE AUTHOR - Tabatha Stirling lives in Singapore and Scotland with her Warrior Poet husband, eccentric 6 year old son and a beagle called ‘The Beagle’.  A self-confessed tomboy, Tabatha has a huge collection of gangster films, loves to play Minecraft & Skyrim and is totally digging Joe Abercrombie and Dawn Finch as writers of the moment. Flash Fiction is a new and exciting love affair for Tabatha’.

Twitter: @volequeen
Blog: tabby007.tumblr.com

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‘Lady in Red’ by Megan Stewart graces the pages starting on page 91…

“The winter’s chill caresses my exposed skin as I take the half-day’s trek through the cascading forest east of Castle Cachtice. The quaint towns surrounding the base of the hill are still unaware of what transpires beyond the sheltering walls of birch and oak. The adrenaline pumps through my iced veins, heating my blood.

“You, my girl. You alone know what keeps me happy.”

Even though the words were only uttered in passing, my heartbeat races. Having the slightest of words said by Countess Bathory sends a shiver racing down my spine. Her thick, sensuous voice calls to my mind the blood she bathes in, the blood I bring to her as a symbol of my devotion.

The snow crunching underneath my feet calls me back to the present. I wrap my weather-beaten cotton shawl further around my shoulders in attempt to fight off my unease of the path before me. The moon dips over the fiery horizon and the echo of howling voices carries on the early evening breeze…”

10_MeganStewartABOUT THE AUTHOR - Megan Stewart resides in Southern California with her Shiloh Shepherd. She recently graduated with her Master’s degree and works full-time as an automotive journalist at Automotive.com. When not working, she loves to write short stories, novellas, and poems that focus on the darker side of the human condition. She is currently working on a collection of short stories to publish at a later date.

Twitter: @Megan_Stewart21
Blog: http://lifesunfilteredramblings.wordpress.com

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Jenn Monty’s story ‘Waterlogged’ begins on page 95…

“Rachel turned on the water in her new claw foot tub. The air began to steam up in the small bathroom as she stepped out of her clothes and into the warm bathwater. After two days of moving furniture and unpacking boxes, her muscles ached. A little soak in the tub, a glass of wine, and then a good night’s sleep before starting a new job in the morning; everything was moving forward according to plan.

She found this little house on the outskirts of D.C. through the Internet and had snapped it up for a song. The realtor said the house just wouldn’t sell, that buyers felt uneasy after a viewing. Moving across the country meant her time in D.C. up to this point was spent landing her dream job instead of house hunting so when the realtor offered a walk-through using a webcam, Rachel had agreed. The house was charming even pixelated. After all the inspections came back clean, Rachel signed the papers without ever stepping foot inside the home. Now as she leaned back into the soothing lavender scented water, she was thrilled to have taken such a huge gamble…”

10_JennMontyABOUT THE AUTHOR - Fueled by caffeine and music, Jenn Monty spends her days crunching data and her nights writing poetry, flash fiction, and short stories. Her love of horror and fantasy often lends a dark note to her prose but she also enjoys writing science-fiction, dieselpunk, and even a smidgen of romance from time to time. Her desire to try new places and things has opened up her creative outlets to include travel and food journaling as well as photography.

Twitter: @BrewedBohemian
Website: www.brewedbohemian.blogspot.com

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