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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.


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


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


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


If you like what you’ve read so far, why not download the issue for FREE? There are other wonderful pieces of fiction and poetry waiting for you!

The Sirens Call – Issue #13 – Women in Horror (Second Annual Issue)


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