Taking Submissions: Survive the Night: Three At Dusk, One At Dawn

Deadline: March 1st, 2020
Payment: Pro-order split and six contributor copies
Note: Must be a subscriber to Chris Morey’s free e-mail newsletter

As a lifelong fan of survival horror I’ve been aching for years to create a project in that vein. I’m very excited to announce to you Survive the Night – Three at Dusk, One at Dawn, a new survival horror anthology from Dark Regions Press. Now available for preorder at darkregions.com/survivethenight and 10% of the total preorder sales are added to the writing contest prize pool until the last day of the contest timeline.

Thanks to everyone who joins us for this fun and exciting new Dark Regions Press writing contest. If you have any questions or concerns please contact darkregions.com/contact

We can’t wait to read your survival horror stories!

SURVIVE THE NIGHT – THREE AT DUSK, ONE AT DAWN WRITING CONTEST GUIDELINES

 

THEME: Survival horror story involving three central characters (optional secondary characters) who become trapped at dusk with one or more forces outside that are capable of killing them. Only one of the three central characters survives until dawn.

 

WORD COUNT: 3,000 to 8,000

PAY: Contest with growable $3,000 prize pool (10% of Survive the Night preorder sales at darkregions.com/survivethenight get added to the prize pool until contest ends March 1st 2020) – Prize pool will be evenly divided among the selected authors. Editors will select at least 7 up to 10 winning stories from the open submissions contest. Selected authors receive 1 ebook and audio option, 5 trade paperbacks and 1 deluxe signed & numbered hardcover as free author copies.

 

ENTRY FEE: None but you must be a subscriber to Chris Morey’s free e-mail newsletter at chrismorey.com/newsletter to qualify.

 

SUBMISSION RULES: No reprints or stories published anywhere else before including author websites. No multiple or simultaneous submissions. Only one submission per author for the duration of the contest. Story must be survival horror and formatted chronologically starting at dusk and ending with dawn over the span of one night. One central character survives, two central characters die. Secondary characters are optional. Characters can kill each other but at least one of them must die from the outside force(s).

 

SUBMISSION TIPS: Stories submitted for Survive the Night should be intense and frightening with a psychological aspect to the storytelling between the characters who are trapped (reference John Carpenter’s The Thing). The outside force(s) that is trying to/can kill the characters can be anything that you choose from a natural disaster to humans to supernatural creatures or anything else as long as it poses a legitimate threat and is capable of killing the characters.

 

TIMELINE: all stories must be sent to Dark Regions Press by March 1st 2020. Our team will then read all of the stories, select the winners and issue prize money by Summer 2020. The winners will be announced first in this e-mail newsletter after being contacted personally. Survive the Night – Three at Dusk, One at Dawn is scheduled for a Q4 2020 publication.

 

RIGHTS: By entering this contest you agree that if you are selected as one of the winners Dark Regions Press has the right to publish your winning story in Survive the Night – Three at Dusk, One at Dawn in digital and physical formats and you agree to sign signature sheets for the book. Two year exclusive physical and digital rights. The story can be published in Best Of anthologies within our two year exclusive rights period. After the two year exclusivity period the author is free to publish the story anywhere else in any capacity.

 

HOW TO SEND US YOUR MANUSCRIPT: please send us an e-mail with a subject line reading: “MY STORY TITLE – Survive the Night” (replace MY STORY TITLE with your actual story title) then in the e-mail body please include a list of the following information:

Full legal name

Author name

Address

Primary e-mail

Phone

Payment information (PayPal preferred)

MANUSCRIPT MUST BE ATTACHED TO EMAIL AS A WORD DOCUMENT! .doc, .docx or .rtf are acceptable file types. 

Please make sure you have read the above instructions carefully.

 

Send your Word Doc manuscript of no more than 8,000 words based on the guidelines above to our writing contest e-mail by March 1st 2020 at: [email protected]

 

Please only use that e-mail for story submissions for our currently active writing contests! Any other submissions/e-mails to that address will be marked as spam.

 

Thank you and we can’t wait to read everyone’s stories for Survive the Night!

 

SUPPORT THE WRITING CONTEST: a preorder page is live for Survive the Night – Three at Dusk, One at Dawn at darkregions.com/survivethenight

 

Preorder Survive the Night by March 1st 2020 and 10% of your total preorders (after discounts/gift cards) will be added to the writing contest prize pool!

 

Questions/concerns? Please contact darkregions.com/contact

Via: Chris Morey.

Ongoing Submissions: The Literary Hatchet

Payment: FICTION, SHORT STORIES: 500-6,000 words — $10

The Literary Hatchet is a journal devoted to provocative fiction, poetry and prose. We are interested in well-written but digestible works in any genre (except erotica).

We will consider previously published material but prefer original works.

We accept short fiction, flash fiction, first-person narratives, speculative fiction, short stories, poetry, photography, art, cartoons, and illustrations.

The above is not exhaustive. If you don’t have an immediate idea for a piece, but you’d really like to write for us, let us know and be prepared to show us work you’ve done. We can always think of subjects!


WHAT WE DON’T WANT

We do not accept erotica, either as articles or images
We do not accept articles or images with excessive crude language or outlandish sexual humor
We cannot consider partial or incomplete stories or essays
We do not accept Haiku poetry, unless as a part of a collection of five or more


GUIDELINES BY TYPE OF SUBMISSION

SHORT STORIES:
We accept short stories from 500-7,500 words in length. Feel free to contact us with inquiries about the type of stories we might be interested in if you are in doubt. We appreciate the well-written work, and acceptance is determined by whether the piece grabs the editor and holds their interest.

POETRY:
We are looking for high-quality extraordinary poems (both serious and humorous) that explore the human condition. Personal pieces that offer a self-reflection are acceptable.

ART, PHOTOGRAPHY, CARTOONS, AND ILLUSTRATIONS:
All submitted art and illustrations must be in 300 dpi, JPG or TIFF formats and no larger than 1200 X 1200 pixels.


COMPENSATION, RIGHTS, AND LENGTH

RIGHTS: By submission of your work, you are agreeing to The Hatchet and its publisher PearTree Press holding exclusive first-printing world rights for a period of 6 months. While your piece is online, it may not appear anywhere else on the Internet, in print, or sold for profit. Rights revert back to the writer/artist at the end of 6 months.

We ask, but do not require, that you then give us non-exclusive electronic rights to include your work in our archives after it is rotated off the issue. You have the right to remove your article from the archives at any point after 6 months.

COMPENSATION AND LENGTH REQUIREMENTS: We pay compensation for almost all work accepted for publication. Payment is made upon publication. Checks are sent by mail. Foreign contributors can choose to be paid by check (US dollars), PayPal or Amazon Gift Card.  Authors can also choose to take a hard copy of the issue in lieu of financial compensation.

FICTION, SHORT STORIES:

  • 500-7,500 words — $10

INTERVIEWS and REVIEWS:

  • compensation is paid to the person conducting the interview — $5

POETRY:

  • we prefer poetry under 100 lines — $5

ART/ILLUSTRATIONS:

  • in JPG or GIF format only — $5

FIRST PERSON STORIES:

  • 250-750 words — $1

HOW TO SUBMIT

We buy exclusive first-printing world rights for 6 months.

Submissions must be made via Submittable.com

Electronic submissions should be as an attached Word or Txt file.s Do not include the text of your submission within the email.

Multiple submissions are accepted. One submission per entry, please

No simultaneous submissions accepted.


RESPONSE TIME

Average response time is about 30 days. If you don’t hear from us in 30 days, please query.


EDITING POLICY

We prefer not to edit heavily. If we like your idea, but feel that your article needs significant editing, we’ll send it back to you with lots of suggestions and recommendations. We will correct all typos, grammatical errors, and adjust punctuation to our house style. If we make any substantial changes we will contact you first for approval well in advance of publication.

If we cannot contact you or you do not return our emails, we will assume that you have withdrawn your submission. Feel free to resubmit it at a later date.

We prefer poetry under 100 lines. Please don’t send us poetry unless you have thoroughly proofread it. Accepted submissions may be edited for clarity or to correct minor errors. Poetry submissions which do not meet minimum standards for correct spelling will be rejected.

HOW TO CONTACT US

SUBMISSIONS: Submissions must be made via this link: Submittable.com

or write us at

PearTree Press
345 Charlotte White Road

Westport, MA 02700

The Literary Hatchet is open for submissions and we financially compensate our authors and artists for their works.

You can submit more than one work per issue, but please send each submission individually.

SUBMISSION DEADLINES:
We have no submission deadlines. We publish three times a year and read submissions year round.

Via: The Literary Hatchet.

Serial Killers: The Knowing. Part 3

Serial Killers are part of our Trembling With Fear line and are serialized stories which we’ll be publishing on an ongoing basis.

The Knowing. Part 3

When Variol opened his eyes, they met soft golden sunshine. He stirred and groaned, and lifted the back of a pew that had collapsed across his torso.

He sat up. Around him were the charred and smoking remnants of the place once consecrated to the disgraced War-God. Of the demoness, there was no sign.

A louder groan, and he got to his feet. His flute was lost in the wreckage. Behind him were only the pathless hills of the Gravian Forest. A long and lonely trudge through the plains awaited him, with only the ash in his mouth to break his fast.

But with his tenth step, he stumbled. A jagged, jutting board, which, when kicked aside, revealed a sack of wine. He picked it up: by the grace of one god or another, it was still intact. The bard raised it to his lips and drank deep.

“Now that’s a good night’s work,” he murmured. He drank again, and began to hum a tune as he headed West. At his back, the sun climbed higher through the merry blue ceiling of the World.

A few days later, he left the rainy country of Hylomoria behind. He caught a wagon-train in Kenoma, and sang for his passage South. The year was blossoming into Spring, and all the cosmos of blue and green awakened as the leagues unfurled before them.

And there, one morn, was Sendroval. The bard’s old home, walled and mighty, surrounded by the sunlit fields of the South. Variol thanked his new friends and hopped from the wagon to saunter down the Lane of Death.

For this great city, jewel of the Kingdoms, housed a temple to each one of the gods. It was named for Sendra, Goddess of Wisdom; but Yyrkana, Goddess of Death, was honored there as well. Not far off was the temple of Aive, Lord of the Sun, and another disused church of War.

Death’s temple was closed to the public during the day (unless the sky-watchers foretold an eclipse), but Variol knew many things. He walked casually along the onyx wall, away from the front steps and the giant doors, down a small and shadowed alleyway. Then, casually, he caught hold of a seam in the stone and swung himself up. Caught hold of another, hoisted himself up, and caught another: scaled the black wall like a crooning spider till he vaulted the top and dropped into the secret garden beyond.

A tall grey woman was strolling in the flowery aisles. Kindly smile lines marked her face, and the frown of deep thought, and the jaw-set of enormous strength. Variol stepped out from behind a birch tree wrapped in flowering ivy, humming a cheery tune. Her fists clenched when she saw him, but her face stayed calm.

“Lady Nella,” said the bard, “High Priestess of Death.”

“Odd,” she said, “that’s my name too.”

He grinned. “Lovely to see that you have humor, Lady. My name is Variol of Sendroval. I come, ostensibly, for the tourney of the bards two days hence; but in the meanwhile, there’s work to be done. I need your help.”

“You have humor too, little minstrel. Why in all the Seven Hells would I help you?”

“Because you know that Gordash betrayed the God of the Bards. But his treachery did not conclude with his banishment: Yyrkana too is imperiled. You see, you need my help as well.”

“Tell me the tale, bard. Your boldness earns you that, at least. I’ll decide after if your quest is worth my time.”

He shook his head. “First, your word. I cannot risk the tale until I know your loyalty is where it should be. Your predecessor was best of friends with the murdered rhyme-lord, and the Death-Goddess with the Bard-God. But you, I do not know.”

The Priestess stepped closer, and her frown grew deep. “You go too far. Speak your tale or I will cast you out myself.”

“A Knowing, then?” He smiled.

“You’re unwise to challenge me.” She raised her voice in the Hymn of the Tomb, and her avatar stepped slowly forth from her flesh. The power of Yyrkana loomed behind her, an aura like the sickle of a titan. “You are nothing but a feckless fool,” she declared.

“Perhaps.” And his glowing spirit lunged for her grey-clad body.

Anticipating her opponent’s use of Music, Nella drew upon the silence of the grave: the deep, black, sound-swallowing nothingness that waits beneath the grass. But Variol didn’t try to match her strength. The Spirit of the Grass, unworshiped by men, dwelt quietly about them in the budding Spring, endlessly growing and alive. As she drove toward his body on the wings of oblivion, she found herself gently but tirelessly pushed back by a vibrancy no scythe could keep at bay.

Pivoting in mid-idea, she pushed forward with the breath of Winter, foe of Grass and friend of Death—but, slipping behind her defenses, Variol himself now called upon Yyrkana Death-Goddess. His handling of that power was far less efficient than the Priestess’ would be; but the difference in sheer brute force between a mere season and final mortality was enough to break her momentum once again.

She fell back and glared, but a grudging respect was dawning in her face. Nevertheless, she felt, it was time to put forth her true might. She soared above the sunlit garden and descended as the hammer of Apocalypse. “Death is victorious!”

“Yet the battle is glorious.”

As she slammed into his avatar with the full, terrible weight of her Goddess, she saw what he had done: buoyed up by Rhyme, he’d cast out webs of invocation in two opposite directions, channeling Gordash by the call to arms and Sendra by his stoic perseverance. In the figure of the Bard, War and Wisdom met—and he warded himself with all three. It was a brilliant move.

But he was no priest of Wisdom, and War was no longer a God. She pressed him slowly down, and down, until she stood firmly inside his body. Her Known was now his own.

Her opinion, however, had changed in the course of this fight. True, he’d been defeated; but for a simple bard to hold his own against the High Priestess of Death was a remarkable feat. The belief she had sought to impose, she no longer held: and therefore, nor did he. They returned to their own bodies, the Knowing a stalemate.

Variol sat down heavily on the grass, panting. The Lady Nella, her chin held high, walked to a nearby bench and sank onto it with dignity. For a few moments, they sat in silence. Finally, she took a breath and spoke in a calm unwavering voice.

“I will not betray your confidence, rhyme-smith. You have my word.”

He nodded and wiped his brow. “Thank you, my Lady. Here, then, is my tale. . .”

J.B. Toner

jJ.B. Toner studied Literature at Thomas More College and holds a black belt in Ohana Kilohana Kenpo-Jujitsu, he and his lovely wife have just had their first daughter, Ms. Sonya Magdalena Rose.

Taking Submissions: Nobrow Short Story Competition ‘The Censor’

Deadline: December 9th, 2019

Prizes: £2000 for the winner and £150 and two complimentary for selected contributors

Nobrow is well-known for our visual publishing and our dedication to designing and producing beautiful books. This is something we are extremely proud of. At the heart of all we do is storytelling. We believe this is the foundation on which our publishing is built – we love all forms of storytelling, be it visual, lyrical or literary. It is all aimed at transporting a reader to another place and time and keeping them there; transfixed.

That is why we are delighted to announce we are running the Nobrow Short Story Competition for writers! Up to twelve winning entries will be published in our short story anthology, and this beautifully illustrated book will celebrate the best short fiction and non-fiction writing.

Our theme is ‘The Censor’. You can interpret this in any way you wish – it could represent censoring of the past, present and future; the self; the state; or the effects of censorship on everyday life. As a provocation we hope our theme can provide a rich vein of storytelling inspiration for anyone wishing to take part in the competition. We are looking for inclusive, surprising, ingenious and diverse responses that capture our minds and hold us until every word is devoured.

It is completely free to enter, and we welcome submissions that you may already have written as long as they have not been previously published and can be related to the theme of The Censor.

Prizes

An overall winner will receive £2000.

All selected contributors will receive £150 and two complimentary copies of the book, and will be invited to attend events including a launch and readings.

Deadline

9th December 2019, midnight BST time.

SUBMISSION GUIDELINES

  1. A submission is defined as a short story of up to 3,000 words or a creative non-fiction piece of up to 3,000 words.No illustrations will be accepted.
  2. Submissions should be sent via email attachment to [email protected]. The subject line of your email must contain “Nobrow Short Story Competition”. The attachment must be a Word document or PDF. Please ensure the title of the Word document or PDF is the official title of your submission. Your submission should clearly state if it is Non-Fiction or Fiction.
  3. Your entry should have page numbers, and be double spaced in 12-point text. Submissions are read anonymously, so please do not include your name or any other identifying details anywhere in the file.
  4. All entrants must have read the terms and conditions as outlined in theThe Censor T&Csdocument.

For a print version of our guidelines please follow this link.

Via: Nobrow

Ongoing Submissions: Dream of Shadows

Payment: £20

Note: This publication opens and closes without known set deadlines.

 

What we’re looking for

We’re looking for original and previously unpublished fantasy and horror short fiction of maximum 1500 words, written in English. We particularly like honest and daring stories with strong characters pursuing goals, although we recognise that if a story is good, it’s good.

We’re realists, so we don’t need a happy ending. Send us those stories that other publishers rejected because they were too dark.

Having said that, we don’t want stories with gratuitous and/or over-the-top sex, violence or swearing. And it should go without saying, but we won’t allow discrimination either.

On a similar note, we’re also not very fond of preachy stories, where one character explains to another how terrible humans are. We get it, people suck.

The legal stuff

We’re a new website and won’t be able to pay you the big bucks (hopefully, this will change in the future). But we want to be fair as well. Because if it’s good enough for us to publish, it’s good enough for us to pay you for it. We’re therefore paying £20 for each published story (payment currently made only through PayPal). This is for exclusive first world electronic rights (stories published on our website and future email newsletters) and for nonexclusive reprint rights in our yearly anthologies containing stories from the previous 12 months (published on Amazon as paperback and ebook). We reserve the right to archive work on our website to keep it available to our readers.

We will also publish stories in a magazine directly on Amazon as paperback and ebook). We pay £20 for exclusive first world electronic rights (ebooks) and exclusive first world print rights (paperback). We will let authors know where their story will appear when we send out the contract.

How to submit

To submit your story, please email your file as an attachment (.doc or .docx) to . Please use the standard manuscript format  (you can download a template here). Don’t forget to include in the body of the email the genre and the approximate word count. You can also add a short bio, including any previous publications, although this is not necessary.

We currently accept simultaneous submissions. But please let us know in the body of your email if you have submitted your story somewhere else or are planning to. Please also let us know immediately if your story has been accepted somewhere else.

We currently don’t accept multiple submissions.

What happens next

We aim to make a decision within 30 days.

Don’t forget to check the website for upcoming stories or follow us on Facebook.

 

Via: Dream of Shadows

Taking Submissions: Ultrablack: The Beasts

Deadline: January 1st, 2020
Payment: $20

Ultrablack will be publishing a collection of short stories based on the prompt below. We will publish in Ebook and Paperback format. Writers will be compensated with a copy and given a bonus of $20 for accepted submissions (PayPal, Cashapp, Venmo)

More details will follow if we chose your story.

TITLE:

“ULTRABLACK: the beasts”

PROMPT:

Short stories about original creatures.

OUR SOFT SPOTS:

Science Fiction, Fantasy, Realism, Gothic, Horror

NOT ALLOWED:

Furry, Fan Fic, Boring, Plagiarized Work, Unoriginal Creatures (Dragons, Werewolves, Big Foot)

FORMAT:

12 Point Font
New Times Roman
Double Spaced
2,500 – 5,000 Words

HOW TO SEND SUBMISSIONS:

(( EMAIL, SUBMITTABLE, or DUOTROPE))

All Emails must have this format.

SUBJECT
Author Name and Title

BODY
Story Name
Word Count
Age
Social Media or Website
Author Bio or Notes/Comments

Doc/ Docx or PDF Attachment ((NO LINKS))

Email to [email protected]

DEADLINE – JAN 1 2020

RIGHTS – Non-exclusive

SUBMIT



submit

Via: Ultrablack.

Taking Submissions: Black Dogs, Black Tales

Deadline: February 29th, 2020
Payment: Maybe. Funds are being raised on the side to pay contributors if they hit a certain goal.
Note: I don’t usually list markets that won’t be a guaranteed paying market but it is for a good cause AND I love the concept of the anthology.

Many writers and creatives are plagued by depression and anxiety, often referred to as “The Black Dog.” Ironically, it is during these dark days that our furry friends become our strongest supporters.I’m working with a fantastic team to put together a horror/dark fiction anthology with a strong, canine theme where all sales go towards supporting mental health and suicide prevention charity:
The Mental Health Foundation of New Zealand.


Open call for submissions

We are excited to share this open call to writers of horror and dark speculative fiction. We want you to submit your best short story between 2,000 and 6,000 words for our forthcoming charity anthology “Black Dogs, Black Tales”.

This will be a dark, doggy-themed collection where absolutely anything with a canine connection goes, with one essential caveat – the dog does not die. Everyone else can be slaughtered by zombies, or lost in the depths of deep space, but the dog (or dogs) will always survive.

What are we looking for?

We want you to think outside the box (or kennel) with this one.

  • Perhaps the dog is the killer, or maybe the dog kills the killer.
  • The dog might be your protagonist, unreliable narrator, or any other major character.
  • We welcome robot dogs and Frankenstein-creature dogs, mutated or evolved dogs, dogs with a sixth sense, or dogs that are just very special in their own right!
  • They can be real life dogs, ghost dogs, demon dogs, or the proverbial black dog.
  • Most importantly, surprise us with your best writing. We prefer psychological and supernatural or creature-feature stories over out-and-out gore.

We definitely don’t want:

  • We will not accept over-the-top unnecessary violence and gore; bestiality
  • No homophobic or transphobic stories or speech, or bigotry of any kind including sexism, racism, ageism, ableism, body aestheticism, etc.
  • No bullying of any kind, or violence towards children or infants.
  • The list goes on, but essentially your stories can be mature in nature but not offensive toward any group of people.

Important note: this anthology is aimed at raising money and awareness for a mental health charity. As such, any stories which are not deemed “safe” from a MH perspective or which seek to promote or glorify suicide or self-harm practises are likely to be rejected. We are working very closely with the MHF to ensure that despite featuring dark/horror stories the overall tone of this collection is one of positivity and hope.

Our editing team will assess all stories on a case-by-case basis. If you have a story which touches on these themes please do not be put off from submitting, and feel free to contact us with any questions you may have.

Are profanities okay?

Some swearing is fine, especially if it fits the tone.

And humour?

Of course! We want to have a unique and varied collection. Not all dark fiction has to be serious.

What about werewolves?

Yes, you can write about werewolves, but we would be looking for a strong and unusual take.

When should I submit by?

Our deadline is 29th February 2020, although we would recommend you don’t leave it quite that long, to allow time for feedback and perhaps nudge your story back between the guiderails.

Will I be paid?

  • This is a charity anthology and all proceeds will go towards the Mental Health Foundation of New Zealand, a charity which helps to run campaigns and services that cover all aspects of mental health and wellbeing. You can find out more about what they do here: https://www.mentalhealth.org.nz.
  • We feel very strongly that all writers should get paid for their work. We are currently running a Ko-Fi campaign — https://ko-fi.com/blackdogsblacktales — to raise funds for this anthology which will also allow us to pay the writers of all accepted stories a nominal amount (up to a maximum of $20 USD per story). The writer may also choose to waive this payment, in which case it will be donated directly to the charity. We need you to be aware that payment for your story will only be possible if our target goal is met. If you are unhappy with these terms, you are free to withdraw your submission up to 2 weeks prior to publication.

Are you looking for artwork?

Our front cover has been designed by Canadian artist François Vaillancourt, but we would be very keen to receive any suitable artwork which could be used as interior illustrations. Please contact us if you think you have anything suitable.

How else can I help?

If you’d like to offer assistance in publicising and marketing the book, arranging interviews or blog posts, or can provide editorial or other related assistance, please feel free to contact me.

In what formats will the collection be available?

Both ebook and print versions will be available.

Who will be the publisher of the book?

I’ve approached Steve Dillon from Things in the Well to be the publisher, and he’s gladly signed up for it. It will be formatted to align with their distinctive look and feel, and will fit in well with the other books in their series of themed anthologies.

How should I submit?

  • You can email your story to [email protected]. You can also direct any questions to that address. We do not accept postal entries.
  • Send your story as an attachment in .txt, .docx .doc or .pages format. No .pdf’s please. Your subject line should be as follows:

BDBT – {your name} – {title of story} – {word count}Example: BDBT – John Smith – My Dog Has No Nose – 3,000
In the body of your email, please include your name, title of story, word count, and confirm your email contact. We will contact you for your author bio if selected.

  • Please DO NOT include your name anywhere in your story. All submissions will be read anonymously by our editing team.
  • We prefer stories between 2,000 and 6,000 words, but longer or shorter stories may be accepted if they are particularly strong.
  • We are not accepting poetry or non-fiction at this time.
  • We will prioritise original, unpublished short stories, however we will gladly accept some reprints as donations towards the charity (ie. no payment given). Please feel free to ask us about this if you have a story you think might be suitable.
  • Make sure your story is edited and polished before you send it to us, and try to avoid any unusual formatting. No drop caps, rare fonts or tab indents please.
  • We prefer Australian/NZ English spelling and grammar.
  • Please, please, please use “double quotes” for speech NOT ‘single quotes’.
  • We will not be able to give in-depth feedback on any stories.

When will I hear back?

  • You will receive an acknowledgement email within a few days. If you have not heard from us within two weeks, feel free to follow up. Please don’t email to enquire further unless you wish to withdraw your submission.
  • Submissions will be open until the deadline, after which we will be in touch with everyone within two weeks.

We’re all really excited by this project and we look forwards to receiving your stories!

Tabatha Wood, editor

Via: Tabatha Wood.

Taking Submissions: It Calls From The Forest

Deadline: February 15th, 2020
Payment: Equal royalty split per story.

Submissions Open: Now
Submissions Close: February 15, 2020 12:00 a.m. EST

Publishing timeline: April 2020

Style: Dark Specualtive
Fiction/Horror

Theme: Give me your tales of monsters in the woods, urban legends, a family that mysteriously goes missing, a haunted cabin, a hiker that stumbles upon something unthinkable. Anything that happens in the woods or is from the woods is welcome.

Word count: 1000 – 4000 (hard limits)

Compensation: Equal royalty split per story. PDF digital copy.

How to submit: See our Submission Format guide below – stories will be rejected or sent back.

Send your story as an attachment in Word format to  [email protected]

Your email title should be read: “Submission: Forest Anthology – Story Name – Author name”

Multiple Submission: Yes – Please send no more than five. Up to three acceptances. Must be sent in a separate email.

What is speculative fiction? Think paranormal or anything that cannot be rationalized. Here is a better description.

Things that are a hard pass: any animal erotica, rape or unnecessary violence.

Via: Eerie River Publishing.

Taking Submissions: Unleashed: Scary stories about furry fiends

Deadline: December 20th, 2019
Payment: Royalties

What we are looking for:
Write a SCARY story about PETS. Not just animals in general, specifically pets. Your characters can possess an exotic animal license and own an animal, but the animal MUST be OWNED. No beastality and no animal abuse. Animals may die but not in a glorified way that showcases gore and violence.

1.15 spacing, Arial, size 11.

State whether it’s okay for horror narrators to narrate your work(s) in your submission.

If the story(ies) you’re submitting is already out there link it to your submission email.

Make paragraph indents 4 spaces.

Put the title of the story at the top, in bold, font size 14, have your credit name also be bold, 14, and right under the title.

Things like spacing, font, and font size will be changed in the actual book to Times New Roman, font size 12, possibly double spaced. When done, feel free to upload or add a link to the Facebook group (link at bottom of thread).

Minimum word count: 1000

Maximum word count: 4,000

Amount of stories one can submit: 3 but please submit as many as you like.

Don’t commit plagiarism.

When done, submit to [email protected]

Your story has the right to be rejected for things like having too many stories with the same animal, or a story with an extremely similar plot. Sorry but We don’t want to have like 8 stories in a row about a dog that kills people or something.

Deadline: December 20 2019

Release: spring 2020

You have the right to post your story anywhere if you’ve submitted it, though I highly recommend you advertise the book with said story.

If you need more information, email above or contact project manager Kyle Harrison at [email protected]

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Trembling With Fear 17/11/2019

Another week has shot by, made to go all the faster with the commitment that is NaNoWrimo 2019. In number terms it’s going well, almost finished, but whilst I had big plans to do a thoughtful psychological post-apocalyptic tale(!), it seems to have gone into creature/pulp fiction territory, not an area I’ve explored before. I suppose I should expect such things if I don’t plot. I hope everyone else has managed what they intended – unlike me!

When not writing, I’ve also been following the revelations of the goings on at ChiZine; their contractual misdemeanours, the abuse of employees, it’s all come crawling out of the woodwork in big style. I’m shocked that all this has been going on for so long, facilitated perhaps by a culture of silence and of fear. Brian Keene is featuring this issue on his podcast this week and I will certainly be listening at some point. It’ll be interesting to see if there are any other publishers who have behaved in a similar manner. I hope not. Remember the HWA has a Grievance Committee which can help members suffering such issues.

Here’s a bit of TWF writer news: Strange Girls: Women in Horror Anthology is due to be published on February 18th and features Alyson Faye and Charlotte Platt. Available to pre-order on amazon.

 

 

 

This week’s lead story at Tembling With Fear is Monsters Three by David Berger. This is an absolute delight with its humanistic exchanges between famous monsters of old, those creatures once famous for their roles in early Japanese films and now seeking alternative sources of revenue. Lovely understated humour and a monster story told in an original way.

Breathless by Tiffany Michelle Brown is one of two scarecrow tales this week and scores highly on the ‘creepy’ factor with its rural setting and sense of isolation.

Just a Scarecrow by Radar DeBoard is a very simple story, straightforward but the matter-of-factness really casts a dark shadow over everything.

One Black Sheep Wreaks his Retribution on the Sleeping Flock by Steven Holding reminds me of the sneaking sympathy I have often felt for Judas and the Devil. Their stories had already been defined, cast into the role of bad guy before they’d even come into being. They never had a chance, so, what do you do? This is a story of revenge but builds a touch of sympathy for the black sheep.

Thank you to all, for writing and submitting to TWF.

Steph

Stephanie Ellis

Editor, Trembling With Fear

Another week has come and gone! Things have been busy (as usual) but the backend of the site had sped up and isn’t erroring out nearly as much as it was for about 2 months there. I’m still feeling a bit behind BUT feel that progress is being made on catching up!

While not there yet, we’ll have a few fun announcements soon so stay tuned. In the meantime, my limited free time is being spent on working to update our newsletter and make a few additional changes on the site (small, likely unnoticeable.) Thank you all for your continued support!

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Editor, Horror Tree

Monsters Three by David Berger

(Names have been redacted for purposes of confidentiality.)

ANNOUNCER: We bring you the latest news from Tokyo. The highest military authorities of our defense force have informed us that the seamount called [REDACTED]’s Sunken Island has risen once again from the depths of the Sea of Japan. And, oh, this just in, two great monsters, once known as the Flying Monster, and the Thing, have arrived on the island and have dived into the crater of Mount Kaiju. What does this mean? 

We take you now to the secret mountain laboratory under Mount Fuji of Professor [REDACTED], famous expert on all monsters. Professor, what can you tell us? Are those three terrible monsters going to attack us? Is there danger? What are the authorities and the Army going to do about this?

PROFESSOR [REDACTED]: No. I don’t think there is any danger at this time. Our super-missiles are ready to defend Tokyo as never before. And our monster biologists assure us that these three monsters are in a quiet period. They are harmless for now. But vigilance is always necessary.

ANNOUNCER: Thank your for those expert assurances, Professor [REDACTED].

Deep in the heart of the rising seamount off the coast of Japan, three of the mightiest monsters of all time have met for an important discussion. The great [REDACTED], host for the occasion, provided a spread the finest monster delicacies that could be found anywhere: sautéed sperm whale; giant squid au gratin and cricket livers. He and his guests, [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], ate and drank enormous amounts, and then they settled down to business.

“So [REDACTED], what’s the occasion?” [REDACTED] roared quietly. “It’s been decades, and we haven’t exactly been in touch since the three of us whacked three-headed [REDACTED]. Nowadays your son is impersonating you and making a bundle off it. Neither Sister [REDACTED] here, nor I, have worked in a while. So what’s on your mind?”

“Yeah, [REDACTED], wassup? [REDACTED] said, breathily. “Somehow a monsters’ soiree doesn’t seem to be your speed.”

“You’re right guys,” [REDACTED] said, his huge back plates glowing slightly. “Tokyo’s been rebuilt, and their missile defenses have got AI, so that’s probably out. And, by the way, that’s my grandson, not my son, in New York doing his thing.”

“Since we’re talking family, whatever, how’s your boy?” [REDACTED] hissed, her wings quivering slightly. “He could puff that radioactive fire, even when he was an eft. Remember how you had to step on his tail to get him going?” 

[REDACTED] blasted softly. “You didn’t hear?”

“No,” [REDACTED] susurrated. “Something happen?”

“After the fight with [REDACTED] and the [REDACTED], [REDACTED] was hurt badly. He never grew to full size, and he was never quite right in the head. Later on, he got mixed up in that Jurassic Park thing. He talked himself into a job doing special effects. Then, in one of the scenes, he burned himself very badly. He hadn’t been well; otherwise, he wouldn’t’ve gotten hurt. And they actually used his accident in a scene. 

“He never regained consciousness. That same year his mother [REDACTED] died. She couldn’t bear losing him. We’d been separated for years, but we got together one last time to plan the funeral.”

“That’s rough, [REDACTED],” [REDACTED], said, her compound eyes turning red. 

“I hate to ask this, but did he have insurance?” [REDACTED] boomed out.

“No. He had it, but he let it lapse, and the studio wouldn’t cover what happened – some loophole that he was only a consultant and shouldn’t have been on the set, and there was no negligence. His medical and funeral expenses put a big dent in my nest.”

“That’s rough, [REDACTED],” [REDACTED] growled. “I almost bought it myself last month. I was winging it over the Sea of Japan, peaceful as can be, when a freakin’ DPRK short-range missIle almost did me in. Talk about air pollution!”

“You know it’s not always about you, [REDACTED],” [REDACTED] spit angrily. “But since you bring it up, same by me. Resting in a quiet field in the USA, Oregon, I think. Taking in some sun to dry out my wings, and that freaking Roundup stuff almost rounded me up! Those chemicals are something else!”

“Speaking of pollution, I don’t even want to talk about the Pacific,” [REDACTED] rumbled with only a few sparks from his back. “Last time I brought the seamount up, it almost didn’t make it for the weight of the freaking plastic. Took me a whole day to burn it off. 

“Either of you reptiles run into any of the old crowd?” [REDACTED] asked?

“Yeah,” [REDACTED] said. 

“I was over the Galapagos about two years ago. I spotted  [REDACTED], that freakin’ turtle.”

“I thought she was running a daycare center on Hakkaido,” the King replied.

“She was,” the Great Insect replied. “But they passed a law there saying only humans could run daycare centers. Broke her heart.”

“No good monster goes unpunished,” the Flying Monster rumbled.

“Changing the subject, why are we here, Old Glow?” [REDACTED] sort of hummed.

“Listen my airborne friends, our time is over. We got to pack it in. There’s younger, nastier monsters out there. Look at those bastards who came out of the Pacific Rim. Brutal mothers. I don’t mess with metal.”

“What about Mecha? You messed with him.” 

“That was my cousin in a tin suit. Can’t act worth shit, but kids seemed to like him. He’s retired now. Got bad arthritis from wearing that thing. But let me go on.”

“Yeah, our time is really is over,” [REDACTED] hissed. “So what’s your proposition? I know you’ve got something up your sleeve, even though you don’t wear sleeves.”

“I do have something to offer. But you’ve got to keep it under your hats.”

“We don’t wear hats,” [REDACTED] grumbled. 

“Okay. Let me burn it up for you. There’s a new theme park opening, called MonsterLand! And I’ve been approached by somebody we all know for us to be a part of it.”

“You’re kidding. Us! A freaking theme park!” [REDACTED] howled, shaking the chamber.

“You’re crazy,” [REDACTED] hissed. 

“Wait a minute,” their reptilian host said, small flames coming out of his nostrils. “Don’t jump to conclusions.”

“Something called MonsterLand is a conclusion!” [REDACTED] roared, curling his leathery wings.

“Can I tell you what’s involved before you wreck my place or wrap it in silk?” [REDACTED] said quietly, the flames in his nose receding slightly.

[REDACTED] and [REDACTED] didn’t reply.

“Okay, it goes like this. It’s being built in Baha. We all show up for the grand opening in about a year. Then each of us becomes the resident monster for three months. What they … .”

“Last time I studied calculus, twelve divided by three was four. Who’s the fourth?” [REDACTED] rattled.

“Uh-oh,” [REDACTED] hissed. “I think I smell a big, hairy … .”

“Yeah, [REDACTED]’s involved. I admit it.” 

“[REDACTED]!” the guests yelled out together. The whole mountain shook.

“That ho! He’s got movies; he’s got a Broadway show; he’s got a chunk of Universal Studios; and now he wants a theme park!” [REDACTED] hissed opening her spinnarets.

“That miserable, mammalian mother … .” [REDACTED] said, spreading his wings.

“Calm down, guys,” [REDACTED] said.

“You calm down,” [REDACTED] cried. “I bound you up in my silk once before, and I’ll do it again.”

“That was your larvae did that, not you. You’re getting senile.”

“Where do you think they get their spinning talent? Don’t get me madder than I am, [REDACTED].” 

“I’m this close to blowing the walls of this place out, [REDACTED]. So talk quick,” [REDACTED] blasted out.

“Listen, guys. This certainly was [REDACTED]’s idea.”

“The park or employing us?” [REDACTED] asked

“Us. The park is being built by the [REDACTED] outfit.”

“Figures,” [REDACTED] said. “I guess they’re bored with princesses.”

“We could end up being very grateful to him. Each of us does a three month’s stint. I’m telling you the money’s good. Really good.”

“How much?” [REDACTED] asked.

“A million a month.”

“Yen or yuan?” [REDACTED] chortled, waving her antennae.

“Dollars. Nice, big, fat, green US dollars.”

“And … ?” [REDACTED] growled.

“Less [REDACTED]’s twelve percent.”

“He’s such a ho!” [REDACTED] hissed.

“Always was,” [REDACTED] roared.

“And always will be,” [REDACTED] thundered, his back plates at full brilliance. “Are you guys in?”

“In,” roared the Flying Monster.

“In,” hissed the Thing.

“Cool,” [REDACTED] roared out, blasting his atomic flame.

“That ape’s still a ho,” the Thing hissed quietly.

“Yeah,” the Flying Monster whispered.

David Berger is an old guy from Brooklyn, now living in Manhattan with his wife of 25 years: the best jazz singer in NYC. He is a father and grandfather.  He has been, among other things, a case worker, construction worker, letter carrier, high school and ESL teacher, a legal proofreader and a union organizer.  Loves life, his wife and the world. Hopes to help the latter escape destruction.

David has been published by Verso with his graphic history of American bohemia: ‘Bohemians’, co-written by Paul Buhle and by DRABBLE for his works ‘Invisible Dudeand ‘Statuary’. His story, Ghoul Days, features in The Sirens Call ezine, Issue 45.

Breathless

A juvenile prank. Nothing more. 

Clarissa peered at the motley assemblage of rags, hay, and wood that mysteriously appeared in her yard. A raven dipped and perched on the thing’s dilapidated shoulder. 

“It isn’t even functional,” Clarissa muttered. “Just creepy as hell.”

Should she call the police? Make a big show of taking down the scarecrow piece by piece to demonstrate her resilience? 

As she considered her options, movement in the front yard drew Clarissa’s gaze. The raven was still as pond water, but the scarecrow’s arms were flapping furiously. 

Outside, there wasn’t so much as a breath of wind.

Tiffany Michelle Brown is a native of Phoenix, Arizona, who ran away from the desert to live near sunny San Diego beaches. Her work has been published by Camden Park Press, The Sirens Call, Gympsum Sound Tales, and Dark Alley Press. When she isn’t writing, Tiffany can be found on a yoga mat, sipping whisky, or reading a comic book—sometimes all at once. Follow her adventures at tiffanymichellebrown.wordpress.com.

Twitter: @tiffebrown

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tiffebrown/

Just a Scarecrow 

Tommy and Joseph made their way through old Mr. Barrelton’s cornfield. It was the fastest way for them to get home. The tall cornstalks made it easier to hide, and harder to be spotted.

The boys knew that if Mr. Barrelton caught them they would be in a world of trouble. The two moved past the old and worn scarecrow that was placed in the middle of the field. 

It looked down at the boys as nothing more than intruders. It slowly, and with much effort lowered itself from the post. It wasn’t there just to scare away the crows. 

Radar DeBoard is an aspiring writer who just wants others to find enjoyment in his work. Even though he lacks publication and experience, he hopes his work will have an impact. He has a passion for horror and finds it the most interesting genre to write. 

 

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One Black Sheep Wreaks His Retribution Upon The Sleeping Flock

They sold me the promise of eternal life, but like all miracles, it came at a price. Who’d do that to a child? Delivering false hope, expecting them to embrace such an abominable lie? Filling an innocent with more than just thoughts, then blaming them for the sin.

But if it is the Devil that is truly beneath my skin, so be it. Let them feel his caress through me.

So, I dosed the wine with LSD. Locked the church doors from the outside.

May they finally find their heaven upon Earth.

Before one flickering match brings forth the inferno.

Steven Holding lives with his family in Northamptonshire in the UK. He currently has stories featured in Trembling With Fear Volume Two, Splash of Ink and the anthologies Monsters and Beyond published by Black Hare Press. He is working upon further short fiction and a novel. You can follow his work at www.stevenholding.co.uk

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