For the forty-fifth issue of The Sirens Call eZine, we’re looking for works of horror and dark fiction. As an added bonus, if your piece revolves around a scream, all the better; but not required.
What qualifies as a scream? The echo of a screech in the night; the sound of your own mind isolated amongst a crowd; the wheels of a train or car coming to a sudden uncontrolled stop; the howl of a creature in the night; a wail of loss; the chortle of a twisted soul in pure joy. Interesting ideas to contemplate, don’t you think? There are myriad interpretations that qualify as a scream if crafted properly – dealers choice to include one or not!
We’ll be accepting short stories, flash fiction, drabbles, and poetry provided they fit within the horror/dark fiction genre. We welcome reprints as long as you hold the copyright to the piece.
Your piece can be scary, sullen, emotive, freaky, elegant, bizarre, have a dark-humor edge to it, or be flat out creepy as hell!
Hey everyone! NEW CALL for our upcoming eZine – Issue #40 – ‘As Summer Leaves and 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!
Deadline: Aug 10, 2018; readership approx: 35,000
Reprints welcome! See the blog or web site for further details!
Hunger never left his distended paunch. No matter how much she brought, his gut could not be sated. Spindly arms pulled rotten meat into a foul orifice. Brown saliva and undigested chunks ran down his stained frontside into a puddle of filth. Familiarity still rested in his eyes. They followed her with affection, resting deep behind puss-filled lumps which grew around them. She wondered if he still had legs beneath the mass of pulsating skin at his bottom. But it wouldn’t have mattered. His proportions already filled most of the barn.
She took the sandwich bag of teeth from her pocket and remembered his smile. How sweet and simple he once was.
A low groan erupted from his belly. Tremors of a wanting stomach rumbled under her boots. The fly-infested supply of food nearly depleted, she’d have to find a way to feed her growing boy.