I’m loving the opportunities coming my way! Not only am I writing for Stench Radio Magazine, I’m going to be writing a story for an anthology hosted by one of my favorite authors!! Also, I got the green light by editor Hannah Neurotica to submit a story for the magazine Ax Wound, the world’s first feminist horror zine for all horror fans. On top of all of that, I’m writing my anthology to be finished this fall.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been able to pick up on some reading. The first book I read was Hell, Texas, by Tim Miller. If you like Edward Lee type stories then this is for you! Enough blood and guts to make any gorehound cringe.
The other book was Echoes by Michael Bray. I’m a sucker for ghost stories, and this one did not disappoint. Echoes is the second out of the Whisper trilogy, and I can’t wait to read the third when it’s published.
Great job, guys, and I’m excited to read your upcoming books!
Here is an excerpt that I wrote recently for a writing challenge. The original story is only 805 words, and I may lengthen it for my anthology. I hope you enjoy it!
Her eyes remained shut as she rolled over on to her back and allowed him to position himself on top of her. Insecurities drained away with his every move. She reached out to touch and explore his body and noticed there was a long scar-like line going from his chest to his navel. It began to open, and inside the scar hairy bristles began to protrude. Her arms were forcibly thrown above her head. She wanted to scream, but her desire to be physically taken by the stranger kept her voice silent. He noticed that she wasn’t going to fight, so he lessened his grip. Her hands followed his arms to his chest. The opening widened even further. Beneath his ribs was coarse hair that pulsated outward from the cavity. His human skin wrinkled and retracted. Bloody mucus surrounded the hairy beast that landed directly onto her stomach. The human man was no longer as the demon landed on her pelvis. All she could feel was passion. She didn’t care what it was as long as it fulfilled her womanly desires.
As she writhed in ecstasy, the beast stood on her stomach and gazed upon her chest. It heard her fast beating heart and drooled in hunger. Black claws reached down and scraped her milky skin. She couldn’t wait any longer. She finally was allowed to open her eyes to gaze on her mysterious lover. She found the bushy devil with its arms raised above its head. Before she could let out a scream, it sunk its stubby paw into her chest. Blood spurted from her mouth as the thing searched for a slippery piece of meat to grab on to. Its yellow eyes widened, and its fang-filled mouth curled up in anticipation. With a sudden jerk, it pulled out her heart, and she gasped her last breath. In her last seconds before the darkness, she saw the beast stare into her teary eyes and grinned as it took a huge bite and gnawed her organ. And then it was black.
As he finished his wine, she reached out her hand for his glass.
“Want some more?” she asked coyly.
“I don’t think so. I’m starting….to feel a little….dizzy.” Stephen’s head began to shift side to side, and his eyes began to droop.
“One more wouldn’t hurt.” She studied his expression. He tried looking around, but his head rocked back and forth.
“No. I sh-sh-shouldn’t.” She watched him moving in and out of reality. Stephen’s eyesight went from dark to light to dark again. He couldn’t fixate his gaze.
Melissa sat up straight and let out a sigh.
“It’s the rohypnol, darling. I can’t have you awake. Not for what I’m about to do to you.” She brushed his dangling hair from his eyes and then gazed out into the living room with a dreamy-eyed smile.
“You were perfect. No friends, just moved here, slowly moving up in the world. A real catch. I would’ve been crazy to let you get away from me.” She looked over and noticed he was trying to say something. She leaned in closer to his mouth, and he only had the strength to utter one word.
Stephen dropped the glass on the floor, and his grasp on reality was forever gone. She leaned in and observed him to make sure he was completely out.
“Helloooo? Anybody home?” She snapped her fingers in front of his face. Nothing.
She closed in and whispered in his ear. “And I believe you…are…out.”
She gave him a small kiss on the cheek, picked up his glass, and went to the kitchen to clean up the leftovers. Even through his unconsciousness, she carried on her conversation.
“I was really hesitant to invite you over so quickly, but you just had a humble air about you. You had all the characteristics I look for. Young, naïve, eager. I knew you wouldn’t say no to me. Most guys like you don’t.”
As you know, Terry M. West is one of my major author influences, and he was so gracious to put a blurb of mine on the back of his newest horror creation, What Price Gory? If you haven’t read Terry M. West, you’re seriously missing out on some brilliant horror. His print edition just came out a few days ago on Amazon, so pick up a copy today!!!
I have a really cool story idea for an anthology submission. I’m one of those kinds of writers that likes to have the plot already laid out and then fill it in as I go along. Right now, the idea is kickass, but the ending not so much. I’ve read so many stories that are completely implausible; however, the writing is done with such finesse that you easily forgive whatever unlikely scenarios the author throws at you. How I would love to get to that point! I know, I know….it will take time. Thankfully, the cut off date for submissions are May 1, so at least I have that going for me. 🙂