WiHM2017 Write Her Story – #Horror #author Lori M. Meyers @LoriMMeyers @Sotet_Angyal #WiHM8 @WiHMonth

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by Lori M. Meyers

Glenda stood in an unlit corner, watching me, lips edged in red, her lids covered by thick black swirl.  I smelled her perfume, heard the swish of her cloak, felt her obsession in my own as I walked from one exhibit to another, a collection of my work which, for years, I’d buried deep in backyard dirt or inside garbage bags festering at the landfill.
I owed this all to her. Her idea, her creation, my delight in seeing my prizes so beautifully displayed; some behind glass, others cordoned off by velvet ropes.  One, exhibit 6B, the foot of that screaming bank teller, my nicks and slices so perfectly perpendicular. The next, exhibit 7A, a torso torn from all it was born with, now a fleshy island nailed discreetly onto a slanted board. That torso? She’d been an executive on a business trip and got lost in my part of town. Exhibit 7B, my first man. I made sure he was small and slender, easier to restrain him that way, his disembodied head now resting atop a milliner’s pedestal.  
I gazed back at Glenda, perplexed, not recognizing (or maybe forgetting all about) exhibit 8A, two arms – one from wrist to shoulder, another only to the elbow, resting on brushed velvet, still dripping blood into a crystal bowl. Certainly, the most gorgeous display in the room.  Glenda came out from the shadows, smiled at me, her aqua eyes catching the light, her trailing voile headdress covering her missing limbs.

Fiction © Copyright Lori M. Meyers
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Artist: Rondell Melling

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More from Lori M. Meyer:

lorimmeyers_crawlspaceCrawlspace and Other Stories of Dark Horror 

A windowed storefront, a foreboding brothel,
a wine cellar, a burial plot. Small spaces
surrounded by thick walls, bolted with padlocks, weighed down with wet earth. This story
collection of dark fiction/horror by award-winning writer Lori M. Myers is about the mystery and danger of closed-in rooms and wombs; of the mistaken belief that being inside equals safety. It doesn’t; not in these crawl spaces…

Lori M. Myers is an award-winning writer of creative nonfiction, fiction, essays, and plays,
a Pushcart Prize nominee, and a Broadway World Award nominee. Her work has been published in more than forty-five national and regional magazines, journals, and anthologies. Lori is an adjunct professor of writing and literature, and senior interviews editor for Hippocampus Magazine. She holds an MA in creative writing from Wilkes University and resides in New York.

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WiHM2017 Write Her Story – #Horror #author Jaime Johnesee @JaimeJohnesee @Sotet_Angyal #WiHM8 @WiHMonth

Write Her Story

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by Jaime Johnesee

Lightning flared in the air behind her as she walked on, mostly unflinching in her belief. The Path was the way of her clan and she knew better than to dishonor tradition by being impeded due to mortal feelings like guilt or fear. This spirit quest was one borne of darkness and she was to visit revenge on those who’d murdered her family.
Rain fell, pounding against the dry earth and swirling small dust devils around her as she walked across the dead and dusty front yards. She wasn’t evil. She’d tried to let it go. Then in court the man responsible—who’d pretended to be a victim—lied and said her husband had killed their infant son, her mother, and himself in a fit of rage.
Rage was what fueled her now as she sought to even the scales. It wasn’t justice and she didn’t try to excuse it as that. Didn’t try to justify it at all. She just walked her path and waited for him to get home.
She was passing his house for the third time when he pulled up through the driving rain. He opened the garage door with a remote from inside the car and drove in. She ran in behind him and waited in a dark corner of the garage for him to exit the vehicle.
He was the first of three involved that day. The first of three who would die by her hands for their lies. She knew her husband hadn’t been responsible. They had all lied and now those lies would bring their deaths.
She smiled her first real smile in over a year as she crept up behind him with the hatchet ready, in hand. Soon her pain would end, but first, to give them theirs.
Fiction © Copyright Jaime Johnesee
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Artist: Mystic Art Design

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jaimejohnesee_riskRisk: A Samantha Reece Mystery
Book 2 (Shifters)

Neck-deep in the hunt for members of Americans for a Were-Free America, Sam discovers she’s not the only one on the prowl. The horrific crime scenes the FBI stumble across tell Sam that whatever is pursuing her enemy is more vicious and cold than even this most extreme of hate groups. Forced to protect the very people responsible for training murderers, like the infamous Grisly, Sam uncovers a nefarious plot wherein AWFA has been trafficking shifters and vamps into the sex-slave trade. Can she save the very people crying out for her blood? It’s a risk she’s willing to take.

 

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WiHM2017 Write Her Story – #Horror #author Elaine Pascale @doclaney @Sotet_Angyal #WiHM8 @WiHMonth

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Pieces of Love
by Elaine Pascale

“I am being torn in two,” he said sadly.  “A part of me wants to move forward with you, wants to plan a wedding and a life, but the other part–” he stopped when he saw how much he was hurting her.
She convinced him to stay.
After the wedding, she gave up her modeling career for him, gave up the celebrities that haunted Victoria’s Secret Angels, gave up her body to carry his child.
“I am being torn in two,” he said sadly.  “A part of me relishes the idea of being a father, but the other part—“ he stopped when he saw how much he was hurting her.
She convinced him to stay.
After the baby, she tattooed his name and symbols of their life together on her arm.  She created a permanent, artistic monument to their love.  He was finding love elsewhere.
“I am being torn in two,” he said sadly.  “A part of me really does still love you, still loves our family, but the other part of me loves her,” he barely stopped in time.
“You are being torn in two,” she said without much emotion.  She didn’t stop when she saw how much the hacksaw hurt him.
She no longer had to convince him of anything.

 

Fiction © Copyright Elaine Pascale
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Artist: Mystic Art Design

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ElainePascale_IfNothingElseIf Nothing Else, Eve, We’ve Enjoyed the Fruit

What happens when a kept woman refuses to take her ridatemp and begins thinking for herself? In If Nothing Else, Eve, We’ve Enjoyed the Fruit; she begins talking to bunches of grapes and cantaloupe that convince her to commit murder. Through her visitations with fruit, the woman learns that a gender war can be reversed by traveling back in time and eradicating the Tree of Knowledge and its villainous apples. The fruit persuade her by telling her four other stories:

Boys Will be Boys: A spa is turned into a concentration camp: just don’t ride the elevators!

Ripped to Shreds: Pregnant Jody Burkhoff’s body is changing rapidly, but not as quickly as the lupine metamorphosis of her husband. First the neighborhood animals are mutilated, then the neighbors are viciously murdered. Which proves to be more dangerous, a monstrous creature or a hormonal woman?

O: Khaki Barlow enters a pageant in which only one woman survives. She must complete tasks that are both mentally and physically daunting, all while trying to learn the meaning of the words left by the eliminated: I am here. Does she face incredible fears? Does a one-legged duck swim in a circle?

The Prison of a Man: Told as an ethnographical project, Lara Thomas researches the deaths of shoppers at a mall embedded in a small town, and encounters the legendary Goat Man.

If Nothing Else (Prologue): Readers learn the final decision in the gender war.

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WiHM2017 Write Her Story – #Horror #author Paula D. Ashe @PaulaDAshe @Sotet_Angyal #WiHM8 @WiHMonth

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Grave Miracles
by Paula D. Ashe

Light thirty white candles. Set a polished human skull — aged fifty years and never buried– near them. Take a necklace from a corpse, affix a shard of amethyst to its end and tie this to your dead bride’s neck. This is for your protection.
She’ll be ravenous. Serve her the hearts of strays in a hot stew. Waste nothing. Give her the bones; she’ll suck out the marrow. Give her the brains; she’ll separate the folds and lick the fluids from her fingertips as you or I would an orange. Give her the offal; she’ll unspool those slick delicacies as if they were taffy. Perhaps, save the liver for yourself. You look like you could use the iron.
Pray nightly to the Queen of the Prickling Things. Every month, scrub down with a fetish of yourself from crooked nails, used needles, pieces of shattered cups, and dried rose stems. Don’t forget your face. She could do your back. Ensure she has eaten, first.
Some nights she will sing in a language that blackens her lips, teeth, and tongue. The blisters will heal with time. Never interrupt the song. Never interrupt the voice that responds inside your own head, unless you wish to look into God’s bloody eyes while dangling from His meathook.
Consummating the union is critical. Sex will sustain her against the elements. Sex will sustain you against yourself.
Do ‘normal’ couple things. See a film, go shopping, share a meal (probably best done at home), fight, make love, laugh, be terribly bored and boring together.
Keep your money. Bodies are expensive. I’m just a granter of grave miracles. What? Now that’s one hell of a coincidence! Yeah, come back anytime. Bring Miracle if you want.
I’d love to meet her.
Fiction © Copyright Paula D. Ashe
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Artist: Enrique Meseguer

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paulaashe_eulogiesiiiEulogies III

 

Nothing so commonplace as a werewolf or zombie lurks within these pages. No, on offer here is an altogether more complex assortment of evils and a sampling of humans who battle, retreat, suffer and are changed. ~Rob Dunbar from his Introduction

…between these covers is a breath of fresh air to those of us who have grown a bit weary of the usual zombies and beasties. ~Gary Braunbeck

Introduction by Robert Dunbarby
The Storm by David Morrell
Mr. Mumblety-Peg by Tim Curran
Terms And Conditions by Violet LeVoit
Hate Me Afire by Thomas Sullivan
The Mouth by Ray Garton
In Hell, An Eye by Gemma Files
Morgenstern’s Last Act by Bracken Macleod
One Last Drop Of Blood To Remember Me By by Matt Moore
Fly Away Home by Elizabeth Massie
The Hole To China by John Everson
She Sits And Smiles by Chet Williamson
Carry On, Carrion by Paula D. Ashe
One Possible Shape Of Things To Come by Brian Hodge

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WiHM2017 Write Her Story – #Horror #author Dephine Boswell @Sotet_Angyal #WiHM8 @WiHMonth

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The Quietus
by Delphine Boswell

Who would have guessed that I would have lived long enough to see the end, but I did. It began just as predicted. The clouds turned steel grey, thunder grumbled, and the earth began to shake the little farming community.
On the dusty road before us, a woman, with a leashed jackal at her side, seemed to appear out of nowhere. The men stopped the engines to their tractors, aproned women ran out of their houses, and children let go of the strings to their kites. People rushed to hug one another out of fright, the unknown, the anticipation.
The pale-complexioned woman with raven-colored eyes, dressed in black including an ebony veil covering part of her face, spoke, “Today is the end of times. I have come to separate the wheat from the chaff. Look into your souls. Find your most glorious of sins:  pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, sloth, for who among you does not wish to be made a god in the next world?” The long fingers of her hand motioned. “Come, come.”
People looked at each other.  Soon, five or six stepped apart from the crowd, then twelve, twenty. Finally, dozens began to push and shove, knocking others to the ground, screaming, their teeth gnashing, saliva dripping, a cacophony of voices, a crescendo of screams.
The woman spoke again, “Will not the others of you follow? Have you not ever eaten of the forbidden fruit?”
Left standing was a small group of women who covered their faces in horror. The men stood stiff and in shock. A few children wept, now mere orphans.
A downpour of rain fell over the land. With the woman and the carnivore, the sinners walked toward town until they no longer could be seen, disappearing into a dense haze.

 

Fiction © Copyright Delphine Boswell
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Artist: Rondell Melling

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Terror at the Beach
Short Story: John 20:29

Holidays have always been a time for families and friendly gatherings, a time to enjoy the sun and surf and the delights that accompany them…

…But all that is about to change…

These thirteen tales of terror from thirteen superb masters of horror will challenge everything you thought you knew about having fun in the sun…

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WiHM2017 Write Her Story – #Horror #author Veronica Magenta Nero @VM_Nero @Sotet_Angyal #WiHM8 @WiHMonth

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Hell’s Daughter
by Veronica Magenta Nero

A girl becomes the image of her mother, a child fulfills the heritage carried in blood.
My mother used to tell me that each fizzle through the dark sky was another fallen angel coming to join us. It was not hell in those days but perhaps it is now.
I remember sitting beside her on the ragged cliffs, her knee long hair flicking around her like a dark cloak, her face hidden from me so I could never guess what she was thinking or feeling as she stared into the horizon. Lightning struck in the distance, thunder growled, she weathered a storm inside herself she would not speak of to me. I tried to pull closer to her, reaching to hold her thin claws, but her coldness was a veil I couldn’t part.
She was banished here, that much I know. And when she left she damned me to her own fate.
She found a way to escape. Ghoulish wraiths, grinning specters, responded to her calls and pleas. She merged and mated with them, they reduced her to smoke, to nothing, and she was gone.
I don’t wait for her to return to me. I don’t wait for her embrace. I wait for the moment when she can no longer deny or ignore her legacy.
They continue to fall around me, hundreds arriving every night, crashing and burning. The heartbroken, the diseased, the murderous and vengeful. A soldier slain in battle stumbles forward, a traitor without honour, a heavy sword wedged in his side. A young woman sobs, she has taken her own life, her neck is crimped with a deep red line. She mourns, regretful and angry. An old woman, withered skin hanging off her frame, white eyes wild and hair of floss, sings child like rhymes, delirious with madness.
They look to me as if I am their goddess, their guide in death. I offer them no guidance or comfort. I can only give them what was given to me – indifference. But I do offer one mercy – a home, a place to be with their eternal suffering. I share with them this land I have inherited, an endless desert, cracked dry and barren like my never bleeding womb.
Fiction © Copyright Veronica Magenta Nero
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Artist: Mystic Art Design

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Veronica has chosen to share her blog with us. If you’d like to read more of her writing, there is a featured section for both Published Work and Free Fiction. Please enjoy her distinctively enthralling style of prose!

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Veronica’s blog (vmnero.wordpress.com)

Veronica is also a contributing member of Pen of the Damned. You can find her on Facebook at Veronica Magenta Nero, or Twitter as @VM_Nero

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WiHM2017 Write Her Story – #Horror #author Bailey Hunter @DarkRecesses @Sotet_Angyal #WiHM8 @WiHMonth

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Rough Night on the Job
by Bailey Hunter

Naziel poured herself a full glass of Malbec and lit a sobranie cigarette. Such pleasures never used to cross her mind, but since being assigned to Malcom Wasserman, it was all she thought about.
After two millennia as a guardian angel, she hadn’t lost a single charge to anything other than natural causes. There had been a few challenging ones, sure, and guarding a killer is always more difficult, but Malcom…
Normal assassins are quiet. Get in, get out. They’re organized so their GA only has to handle the unforeseen moments. Not Malcom. He was a tsunami of destruction and violence. His way was to create as much chaos as possible so that by the time the investigators even started to piece together what happened, Malcom would be long gone.
Tonight was another rough one. First Naziel had to protect him from blowing himself up due to a faulty detonator, and then stop him from slipping in the pool of slick blood and intestines he left on his latest victim’s marble floor. He nearly impaled himself on his own sword, for chrissake.
Naziel shook her head and took a long drag from the slender black cigarette. She was babysitting a homicidal three year old.
At least Malcom was safe, for now. Too bad she had to kill Thelon to do it. It broke her ageless heart to take a fellow GA’s life, but it happens sometimes when they come up against each other, trying to protect their charge. It was only a matter of time until Naziel would be on the losing end. Malcom Wasserman would be the death of her.
Naziel lifted her glass to her fallen colleague; she would drink the bottle of wine, smoke her pack of cigarettes, and prepare for when Malcom woke up.
Fiction © Copyright Bailey Hunter
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Artist: Jonny Linder

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More about Bailey Hunter:
Bailey would like to feature her publishing company, Dark Recesses Press.

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Dark Recesses Press was originally a fiction magazine of dark fiction, art, and non-fiction.  After a quiet death, she is now rising from the ashes.
DR will be focusing her attention now on novels, collections and anthologies born in the dark corners of your mind.
We are currently under re-development, so please be patient as we dust off the ashes and rebuild.

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The Redeemers

Long after the Great War, life flourished again, due to The Redeemers’ help and guidance. It was a simple life, but a good one. Annie’s world made sense…until one fateful day when everything of value is ripped from her. With nothing left to lose, Annie embarks upon a quest for the dark, disturbing truth of why – never imagining how deep the trail leads.

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