Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Asena Lourenco @ElaLourenco @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!


Countdown
by Asena Lourenco

The doorbell rings as I am sitting all alone eating my flavourless breakfast at the battered wooden table.
I glance at the grimy clock. 7:54.
I need to leave in one minute but there is a stranger waiting at the front door.
I decide to go anyway. One second passes in slow motion as I realise it was a big mistake…
Fiction © Copyright Asena Lourenco
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More about Asena Lourenco:

Asena Lourenco is 11 years old. She loves reading, playing Scottish traditional fiddle music on her violin, dancing, and martial arts as well as writing her own stories.

She would like to be a teacher and writer when she grows up. She also loves cats and babies!

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WRITERS WANTED!

Issue #40 of The Sirens Call – As Summer Leaves, Autumn Falls
Stories of disaster influenced by horrific intent.

Whether it be Mother Nature’s wrath or a devilish ghoul, a sprite most wicked or a stumbling fool, tell us a tale of disaster that happens as summer ends and autumn begins.

We are looking for stories, flash fiction and poetry of horrific happenings that take place in the summer months that lead into fall. As long as the piece is primarily horror/dark fiction, we’d love to see it!

Your piece can be creepy, sullen, emotive, freaky, elegant, bizarre, have a dark-humor edge to it, or simply be flat out scary as hell!

REPRINTS ARE WELCOME
Submission Deadline: August 10, 2018
Circulation: Approximately 35,000

Full page/single book cover ads for individual authors are available at $10 per ad. Please contact Nina@SirensCallPublications.com for advertising information.

All short story, flash, and poem submissions MUST be submitted to: Submissions@SirensCallPublications.com for consideration.

Visit our web site for more details: SirensCallPub.com

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Christina Sng @christinasng @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction #poetry

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Darkest Planet in the Universe
by Christina Sng

Only when we reached the planet TrES-2b did I realize what a terrible mistake I made stowing away on that alien ship.

The glow from my watch gave me away in the pitch black, lit me up like a deer in headlights screaming for the enemy. A chill engulfed me, squeezing gently till all the breath left my body.

No longer did I feel the sensation of self. Now I was fire, fuel, a light from the waxen remains of my body, lighting up a world that had only known the night.

For a brief time, I saw them with my melting eyes—shapeshifters taking my form, mesmerized from seeing their own planet for the first time—before molding themselves back against the porcelain snow like a bloody tar puddle.

Then my eyes were gone and the darkness took me and claimed me forever.

Fiction © Copyright Christins Sng
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from Christina Sng:

A Collection of Nightmares

Hold your screams and enter a world of seasonal creatures, dreams of bones, and confessions modeled from open eyes and endless insomnia. Christina Sng’s A Collection of Nightmares is a poetic feast of sleeplessness and shadows, an exquisite exhibition of fear and things better left unsaid. Here are ramblings at the end of the world and a path that leads to a thousand paper cuts at the hands of a skin carver. There are crawlspace whispers, and fresh sheets gently washed with sacrifice and poison, and if you’re careful in this ghost month, these poems will call upon the succubus to tend to your flesh wounds and scars.
These nightmares are sweeping fantasies that electrocute the senses as much as they dull the ache of loneliness by showing you what’s hiding under your bed, in the back of your closet, and inside your head. Sng’s poems dissect and flower, her autopsies are delicate blooms dressed with blood and syntax. Her words are charcoal and cotton, safe yet dressed in an executioner’s garb.
Dream carefully.
You’ve already made your bed.
The nightmares you have now will not be kind.
And you have no one to blame but yourself.

Available on Amazon!

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The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Stacey Turner @Spot_Speaks @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!

Lantern Light
by Stacey Turner

Adelaide lifted the lantern higher, hoping to see farther ahead. The night was pitch black and the forest dark. Misty fog hung low, further obscuring the path. She clutched her cloak tightly, trying to stave off the chill autumn breeze that blew the leaves from the trees. They crunched under her feet, echoing loudly in the otherwise silent night. She cursed herself for a fool. Why had she tarried so long at Millicent’s house? She knew why, of course. Millicent’s brother, Benjamin, had recently returned from the war, and she’d basked in his company. How she’d missed him! There was sure to be a proposal soon. But first, she must get home. She stilled, holding her breath. Up ahead, the leaves crunched under footsteps, and she knew she wasn’t alone on the path. She pressed a hand to her mouth, trying not to cry out. There could be nothing to fear, could there? She knew this path like the back of her hand, even in the dark. And there were few predators of the animal variety around here. She squared her shoulders, and continued down the path. She must get home. She hurried her pace. The crunching ahead stopped, and she could hear a boy’s voice speaking, but couldn’t understand his words. As she drew closer, she realized it was a boy and a girl, dressed as a boy, standing, staring at her, mouths agape. The boy held a strange square object awkwardly in his hand. She felt a shiver of fear race down her spine and she began to run. She was still looking back when she crashed into the solid bulk of a man who’d stepped from the trees.
***
“Ohmigod! There it is!” Jessie grabbed Eli’s arm in fear.
“Hey!” he whispered harshly. “Let go! Damn, if I’d known you were going to be such a girl about this, I’d have never invited you.”
Jessie punched him, hard, on the arm. “I am a girl, jerk wad.” She crossed her arms. “Anyhow, I’m not scared, just excited. I didn’t think the stories were true. Did you?”
Eli was still rubbing his arm; Jessie hit hard. “No, not really. I thought it was just folklore. But this is awesome footage.” He indicated the handheld digital recorder he had pointed at the light shining up ahead. Flipping the camera around, he peered seriously at the lens. “What you’ve just seen is the fabled ‘Lantern Light’ of Ghost Hollow Road. The glowing orb is said to come from a lantern held high by Miss Adelaide Schaeffer, who was murdered on this spot in 1865 while returning from a friend’s house in town. Miss Adelaide was the only daughter of Heinrich Schaeffer, who owned a farm about two miles down the road. Since that time, the ghost of Adelaide, as evidenced by the radiance you’ve just witnessed, is supposed to re-enact her unfinished walk home every year on the anniversary of her death.” He flipped the camera back around to show the beam drawing ever closer.
Jessie and Eli froze as the light came abreast of them. Illuminated softly by the spill of lantern’s glow, they saw a woman, dressed in the fashion of a long ago era, turn her head to stare at them as she passed. Whatever she saw made her quicken her pace. She ran about five feet before the light winked out suddenly, as though someone had hit an “off” switch.
Fiction © Copyright Stacey Turner
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from author Stacey Turner:

Morbid Metamorphosis: Terrifying Tales of Transformation

Metamorphosis occurs every day as caterpillars become sweet fluttering butterflies, tadpoles become gorgeous frog princes and chameleons become one with the beauty of nature – but you won’t find any of that here.

The transformations you’re about to witness are unnatural, sometimes gruesome and deeply psychological. They will make you question reality and take your mind places it was never meant to go.

Terrifying Tales of Transformation from Greg Chapman * Roy C. Booth & R. Thomas Riley * Terri DelCampo * Dave Gammon * Nancy Kilpatrick * Rod Marsden * Jo-Anne Russell * M.J. Preston * Stacey Turner * Tina Piney * Suzanne Robb * Franklin E. Wales * Donna Marie West * Suzie Lockhart * Cameron Trost * Daniel I. Russell * Simon Dewar * Amanda J. Spedding * Ken MacGregor * Erin Shaw * Gregory L. Norris * Nickolas Furr

Available on Amazon!

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WRITERS WANTED!

Issue #40 of The Sirens Call – As Summer Leaves, Autumn Falls
Stories of disaster influenced by horrific intent.

Whether it be Mother Nature’s wrath or a devilish ghoul, a sprite most wicked or a stumbling fool, tell us a tale of disaster that happens as summer ends and autumn begins.

We are looking for stories, flash fiction and poetry of horrific happenings that take place in the summer months that lead into fall. As long as the piece is primarily horror/dark fiction, we’d love to see it!

Your piece can be creepy, sullen, emotive, freaky, elegant, bizarre, have a dark-humor edge to it, or simply be flat out scary as hell!

REPRINTS ARE WELCOME
Submission Deadline: August 10, 2018
Circulation: Approximately 35,000

Full page/single book cover ads for individual authors are available at $10 per ad. Please contact Nina@SirensCallPublications.com for advertising information.

All short story, flash, and poem submissions MUST be submitted to: Submissions@SirensCallPublications.com for consideration.

Visit our web site for more details: SirensCallPub.com

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Nina D’Arcangela @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Little Brother
by Nina D’Arcangela

Back bent, the goliath strove to rise as the weight of the water held him down. Mother begged him not to destroy all she had created and cared for, but he was of no mind to grant quarter. Too many abuses he’d seen, too many injustices his brethren had suffered. No, this would be a day of reckoning; one in which those who had destroyed Mother’s grace would pay for their transgressions. This would be the day the world met its little brother.
Fiction © Copyright Nina D’Arcangela
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com 

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More from Nina D’Arcangela:


Monster Brawl!

It’s time to let the monsters loose!

For this book, we collected stories of monsters doing epic battle with other monsters! The beasts could be classical by design with a unique twist, or they could be spawned straight from the author’s imagination. The only rule: there must be a clear-cut winner at the end of each story; one of the creatures had to die!

Some of the stories in this collection pit a single monster against another, while others are all-out gang warfare. Some are campy, some serious, but all a fight for the ages!

It’s time to get your game face on for twelve tales worthy of the title Monster Brawl!

**No monsters were hurt in the writing of these stories**

Available on Amazon!

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WRITERS WANTED!

Issue #40 of The Sirens Call – As Summer Leaves, Autumn Falls
Stories of disaster influenced by horrific intent.

Whether it be Mother Nature’s wrath or a devilish ghoul, a sprite most wicked or a stumbling fool, tell us a tale of disaster that happens as summer ends and autumn begins.

We are looking for stories, flash fiction and poetry of horrific happenings that take place in the summer months that lead into fall. As long as the piece is primarily horror/dark fiction, we’d love to see it!

Your piece can be creepy, sullen, emotive, freaky, elegant, bizarre, have a dark-humor edge to it, or simply be flat out scary as hell!

REPRINTS ARE WELCOME
Submission Deadline: August 10, 2018
Circulation: Approximately 35,000

Full page/single book cover ads for individual authors are available at $10 per ad. Please contact Nina@SirensCallPublications.com for advertising information.

All short story, flash, and poem submissions MUST be submitted to: Submissions@SirensCallPublications.com for consideration.

Visit our web site for more details: SirensCallPub.com

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Gina Johnstone @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Season of Silence
by Gina Johnstone

Wind howled through the trees, the falling snow ushered in a season of silence through the village. Many welcomed the snow, though others knew it was the time to prepare. The animals had a hard time finding food when winter came. Lucky for us most of the larger predatory beasts began hibernation early; making it less nerve wracking to forage for ourselves. Over time we’d developed a technique for hunting; color coded candles. The deep purple candles helped us see what areas were plentiful, and the blood red candles warned of those that were already scavenged.
It was my turn to seek sustenance, I had to bring back something, we would all starve if not. Three days had come and gone, I was running low on rations and all I could think about was how a fire would feel right now.  Everywhere I went I was greeted by a flaming red candle; I was growing more hopeless with each one I encountered. With nothing more to lose I decided to walk further into the marked area.
As I walked deeper through the forest I started to notice scratches on the tall trees; at least twenty feet high. I know claw marks when I see them and these willowy trunks were too fragile to support the weight of a bear, even if it was a cub. I felt a lump in my throat as I pressed on, not knowing what lay ahead of me. Trekking through the brush was a challenge itself, let alone in the dead of winter. As I struggled to move through the trees, it dawned on me that this would be the perfect place to hide if you were a giant creature. I inhaled sharply trying to convince myself I was kidding, but those claw marks were growing more concerning.
In the distance was a lone trail that led through the side of one of the larger cliffs in the area. Hopefully some squirrel or rabbit was sleeping up there, I thought, Maybe if I’m just quiet enough, I can catch ‘em. I began to approach an eerie looking cave, realizing I was nowhere near the place I’d thought. Leading into the darkness were candles, one in every color used by our village. The only ones still intact – the bloody red candles.
Every fiber of my being was telling me to turn, to get out of there, but I couldn’t leave empty handed – we would die. My eyes adjusted to the new level of light and I noticed a large furry creature breathing slowly as though it were asleep. This is my chance! I thought and started creeping towards it. I readied my weapon, striving for silence with every movement. I heard it before I could change it; on my last step an ear piercing crunching sound – the breathing had changed. As I looked down I noticed a now splintered bone. I could feel my heart pounding in my throat, there were bones all around me. The creature towered over me, it’s eyes had the hideous glow of a cat’s. A deep guttural growl assured me there would be no way out alive.

“Heed the warning of the red candles.. do not enter, whatever you do.”

Fiction © Copyright Gina Johnstone
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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WRITERS WANTED!

Issue #40 of The Sirens Call – As Summer Leaves, Autumn Falls
Stories of disaster influenced by horrific intent.

Whether it be Mother Nature’s wrath or a devilish ghoul, a sprite most wicked or a stumbling fool, tell us a tale of disaster that happens as summer ends and autumn begins.

We are looking for stories, flash fiction and poetry of horrific happenings that take place in the summer months that lead into fall. As long as the piece is primarily horror/dark fiction, we’d love to see it!

Your piece can be creepy, sullen, emotive, freaky, elegant, bizarre, have a dark-humor edge to it, or simply be flat out scary as hell!

REPRINTS ARE WELCOME
Submission Deadline: August 10, 2018
Circulation: Approximately 35,000

Full page/single book cover ads for individual authors are available at $10 per ad. Please contact Nina@SirensCallPublications.com for advertising information.

All short story, flash, and poem submissions MUST be submitted to: Submissions@SirensCallPublications.com for consideration.

Visit our web site for more details: SirensCallPub.com

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Selah Janel @SelahJanel @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Waiting
by Selah Janel

She had to wait. That was all Paula remembered, and it wasn’t such a small thing to ask, was it? After all, the others were beseeching something so ancient downstairs on her request. Time was all she wanted. She was still barely over twenty and to be told there may not be that much left for her…
She could wait just a little longer. She knew she could. Besides, she had the clock for company. The ticking was steady, soothing. Not irritating at all. Not. At. All.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
She could do this. She could sit on the bed and wait, just like when she was in time out as a child. She could be a good whatever if it bought her just a little more time.
If she listened closely, she could hear the chanting. Hope twined with anxiety in her chest and she tried not to bite her nails. No. No, I can do this. It was a condition of the ritual: stay out of sight, stay silent, stay in the room. The last wasn’t that hard – they’d locked her in just to be safe. Fidgeting, she went back to the bed, her long ceremonial gown reminiscent of the nightdress of a Victorian heroine.
She could wait, even if she didn’t have much time to wait with.
YOU AWAKE ME FOR PETTY DEMANDS?
They’ll work it out. Adrian and Gala and the rest. They have to. They promised.
She could barely make out the sounds of pleas, the use of her name, arguing.
YOU KNOW NOT WHAT YOU ASK!
Tick tick tick.
The boom was so loud the walls shook and the windows shattered.
I can do this I can do this I can do this. She clenched her eyes shut and squeezed her palms together.
Tick tick tick.
Below, silence.
She waited. For minutes. For hours. She wasn’t sure at what point she realized it had been days.
Or at what point she realized she hadn’t eaten – hadn’t needed to. Or sleep. Or other things.
What?
She opened her mouth to call below, got up then remembered she couldn’t get out, anyway.
Isn’t this what you wanted? A smug voice purred in her mind.
She tried to voice her question, but her voice was gone.
The price for more time is steep. But now you have all the time in the world, if you remember that I like quiet and obedience.
The voice was not as nice now, not the soothing feeling she’d always associated with their practice, not the feeling of power. This was something darker, something scheming.
Now you’ll live forever as long as you stay just as you are, the perfect little supplicant. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? To not take responsibility? To be told what to do? That’s all you mortals ever want.
Paula couldn’t even scream or yell her indignation. Shame burned hot on her cheeks, and yet…
At least I’m still alive.
It wasn’t a bad room, considering. Maybe she could write something for a while. Something to keep from going mad. And she had the clock for company. It wasn’t so bad, now that she thought about it. Rhythmic, steady, like a heartbeat. Almost as if someone was there to keep her company. Maybe she could name it.
And then, as she listened and relaxed, since she wasn’t able to sleep now, the ticking slowed and the clock died.
And time stretched on and on.
Fiction © Copyright Selah Janel
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from Author Selah Janel:

Mooner

Like many young men at the end of the 1800s, Bill signed on to work in a logging camp. The work is brutal, but it promised a fast paycheck with which he can start his life. Unfortunately, his role model is Big John. Not only is he the camp’s hero, but he’s known for spending his pay as fast as he makes it. On a cold Saturday night they enter Red’s Saloon to forget the work that takes the sweat and lives of so many men their age. Red may have plans for their whiskey money, but something else lurks in the shadows. It watches and badly wants a drink that has nothing to do with alcohol. Can Bill make it back out the shabby door, or does someone else have their own plans for his future?

Available on Amazon!

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Issue #40 of The Sirens Call – As Summer Leaves, Autumn Falls
Stories of disaster influenced by horrific intent.

Whether it be Mother Nature’s wrath or a devilish ghoul, a sprite most wicked or a stumbling fool, tell us a tale of disaster that happens as summer ends and autumn begins.

We are looking for stories, flash fiction and poetry of horrific happenings that take place in the summer months that lead into fall. As long as the piece is primarily horror/dark fiction, we’d love to see it!

Your piece can be creepy, sullen, emotive, freaky, elegant, bizarre, have a dark-humor edge to it, or simply be flat out scary as hell!

REPRINTS ARE WELCOME
Submission Deadline: August 10, 2018
Circulation: Approximately 35,000

Full page/single book cover ads for individual authors are available at $10 per ad. Please contact Nina@SirensCallPublications.com for advertising information.

All short story, flash, and poem submissions MUST be submitted to: Submissions@SirensCallPublications.com for consideration.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Bailey Hunter @DarkRecesses @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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A Proud Papa
by Bailey Hunter

Death reached over and ran a hand over Birth’s perpetually swollen belly.
Birth sighed, the cool bone of her husband’s hand sent shivers through her body.  She looked into the hollows of his eyes and caressed the angle of his bleached jaw line.  “It is almost time.”
Death continued to stroke her belly.  “I know. I can feel it dancing inside.  What do you think it will be this time?”
Birth took Death’s hand and pressed it to her lips, kissing the joints.  “I don’t know, but by the way it’s moving in there, I would venture to say a sprite.  It’s been a while since we’ve made one of those.”  She kissed his hand again.
“They don’t last very long out there anymore.  Not many care for the woodland spirits – not like they used to.”  He sighed.
“Don’t be so melancholy, dear.  It is the way of life.  You, most of all, should understand this.  It will be fine, no matter what it comes to be.”
Birth grimaced a little, her golden brow knitting together as the first contraction rolled through her.  Following close upon the first, a second pulled at her loins.  “Ohhh… This one is a little more painful.  It’s going to be something big I think.”
Death took his wife’s hand, helped her to stand and walked with her to the birthing pool.
 “Thank you, dear.  Please, help me in.  This one is going to hurt.”  Birth gripped her husband’s radius bone as she slid into the warm water. The moonlight danced on the ripples she made.  Death cast off his robe and climbed in beside her.
Each contraction was more intense than the one before, more intense than she had felt in eons of child bearing.  She remembered these pains and through them knew what would be born this night.  She would not tell her husband though.  She wanted to surprise him.  He had waited so long for another.  So very long.
Birth breathed hard, panting through the pain while Death talked softly in her ear.  “Yes, there you go, keep breathing, only a couple more.  You look radiant. You are amazing,” he whispered over and over.
Then with an ear-shattering wail, she gave a mighty push.  From under the bloodied waters the child emerged, body full grown and glowing in the night air.
“Oh!”  Death exclaimed.  “It’s a… a… Destroyer!” He grabbed his cloak from the ground and pushed towards his new child, wrapping the large infant in it.  He turned to his wife, “He’s beautiful.  You wonderful, tricky woman.  You knew.”
“Only at the last moments.”  She gave a tired smile.  “What shall we call your son?”
Death ran a bony finger along his newborn’s needle-sharp horns.  “Asmodeus.  I think it is a fine name and will suit his purpose in life well.”
A sigil developed across the deep red flesh of the infant’s chest.  It glowed with young daemon fire lighting up the birthing pool and surrounding woods, revealing the many watchful eyes of his brothers and sisters.
Birth nodded as she caressed her slowly swelling belly.  She reached out for her son and drew him to her breast, heavy with milk.  “Come, Asmodeus, you must feed now, for tomorrow the world is yours to play in.”
Fiction © Copyright Bailey Hunter
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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More about Bailey Hunter:
Bailey is a publisher with Dark Recesses Press.


Dark Recesses Press is a publishing house dedicated to providing high quality dark fiction in its many forms to the reader. Our end goal is to impress and entertain, no matter what dark recesses we dare shine our light on.

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WRITERS WANTED!

Issue #40 of The Sirens Call – As Summer Leaves, Autumn Falls
Stories of disaster influenced by horrific intent.

Whether it be Mother Nature’s wrath or a devilish ghoul, a sprite most wicked or a stumbling fool, tell us a tale of disaster that happens as summer ends and autumn begins.

We are looking for stories, flash fiction and poetry of horrific happenings that take place in the summer months that lead into fall. As long as the piece is primarily horror/dark fiction, we’d love to see it!

Your piece can be creepy, sullen, emotive, freaky, elegant, bizarre, have a dark-humor edge to it, or simply be flat out scary as hell!

REPRINTS ARE WELCOME
Submission Deadline: August 10, 2018
Circulation: Approximately 35,000

Full page/single book cover ads for individual authors are available at $10 per ad. Please contact Nina@SirensCallPublications.com for advertising information.

All short story, flash, and poem submissions MUST be submitted to: Submissions@SirensCallPublications.com for consideration.

Visit our web site for more details: SirensCallPub.com

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