An Interview with Michelle Joy Gallagher on Cafe Macabre, and Writing

Michelle Joy Gallagher is a poet from Sacramento, CA. She enjoys mixing poetry with other artistic mediums, and pushing her own artistic comfort zones in the process. Using visceral imagery, and playing with the elasticity of language is where she finds herself happiest. She is author of poetry chapbooks A New Mourning and S=K log... Continue Reading →


An Interview with Corinne Roberts

Corinne Roberts created and contributed the artwork featured here as part of Cafe Macabre: A Collection of Horror Stories and Art by Women. Her art accompanies the story "Lover to the Unknown" by Isabella Christiana. What’s the most challenging thing you’ve worked on, and what made it so? A full comic book. The sequencing, color consistency, frame... Continue Reading →

Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Leah McNaughton Lederman @leahbewriting @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

I wrote this!

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If push Came to Shove
by Leah McNaughton Lederman

She was pretty sure she’d gotten all the crevices. A piece this intricate, it was like it slurped in the blood, absorbed it. So many small, tight grooves.
And then there were the fibers. She couldn’t think about that.
They’d know it was foul play. It was obvious. She’d bleached the hell out of it, conservation be damned.
No one could know.
It was just an accident, after all. A misunderstanding.
He shouldn’t have been talking like that. He made her do it.
It didn’t take much, either.
Just a shove.
A perfect landing, the iron doorhandle to the temple. Eight centuries of history in that room and half of it stained with blood in a second’s time. A breath. A blink.
She’d do it again, if she had to.
Fiction © Copyright Leah McNaughton…

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

This is good stuff!

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by Nina D’Arcangela

Been so many years, I don’t even remember the sun no more. I hear ‘em muttering, let ‘em talk. I’ll die in this box no doubt. I even heard they sealed it with the name. Trying to shame me I s’ppose. But I have my trophy; I pick my teeth with it every day. Wearin’ it down, but then it was so small to start with. Seems people dislike what I done, but that’s only ‘cause they don’t understan’ it. See, the sweet meat – it’s like veal, you gotta eat it when it’s supple, ‘fore it grows and loses the flavor.
Fiction © Copyright Nina D’Arcangela
Image courtesy of Nina D’Arcangela 


More from Nina D’Arcangela:


A dank basement, shadow filled hallways, the deep echo of a metal latch being thrown while faint screams are heard… These are the…

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Lydia Prime @LydiaPrime @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

This is a chilling one

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by Lydia Prime

I’m not sure what putting my name above this iron door was meant to do, whether they intended to remember me or if it was to keep me locked away and hide their guilt. If I could just push through, move past the burning sensation and find myself on the other side…
I want to see my family, I want to watch them grow and hear them laugh. They should know I’m there. They should welcome me and answer when I speak to them rather than ignore me as if I were some insignificant bug.
I know I’d been getting clumsy, moved glasses here or broken mirrors there – but I didn’t mean to frighten anyone. I didn’t push Rick down the stairs on purpose, but he shouldn’t have disregarded my question about our baby. I just want to be…

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author A.F. Stewart @scribe77 @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

A little bit about the birds…

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The Call
by A.F. Stewart

It began with a few, gathered on the beach, all squawks and flapping wings while the tourists laughed and tossed them crumbs. The birds moved closer, closer as more settled in the trees, long shadows cast to the beach. Human voices still chattered, among the caws, screeches and twittering, but the laughter stilled, replaced by a slight unease.
Some people rose to their feet, backing away, but others still tossed their crumbs to the ever-increasing number of birds. Flocks of them came, settling on the sand and in the trees, until only the voices of birds could be heard against the thumping scramble of feet fleeing towards the water.
The ocean splashed around frightened people as a great shrieking wave of avian feathers and flesh rose simultaneously and dove en masse. Screams ascended, and the smell of blood…

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If you give a mom a deadline

*Note: I am not busier than any other human being. This last two weeks, though, was a lot of need-to-be-done-right-now moments stacked on top of one another, and I chuckled to myself trying to detangle what needed to be done when. If you give a mom a deadline… She’ll have to figure out what to... Continue Reading →

RELEASE: The Sirens Call Issue #43 ‘The 7th Annual Women in Horror Month Edition’ | #Horror #WiHM #WiHMx #FREE @Sirens_Call

This issue includes my flash fiction piece, “Cement Jesus,” based on my childhood fear or religious statues (oh, who am I kidding? I’m still scared of them!)

It *also* includes a COVER REVEAL for my upcoming horror short story anthology, Cafe Macabre. Check it out!

The Sirens Song

Sirens Call Publications is pleased to announce the release of the latest issue of

The Sirens Call

Our 43rd issue of The Sirens Call eZine comes in at 207 pages and features short stories, flash fiction, and poetry written exclusively by Women in the Horror genre! It also contains artwork by and an interview with Drowned Orange, as well as an interview with author Mercedes M. Yardley.

Click on the cover for your #FREE download!

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Leah McNaughton Lederman @leahlederman @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction #WiHM10

Spreading the Writer's Word

The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!

The Bone Bringer
by Leah McNaughton Lederman

He was called the Bone Bringer, by some, others had heard of the Rock Crusher. Still others knew him only as the nervous way they felt when a forest breeze fell on their neck, though the woods were still.
All those people were gone, now.
He was No One incarnate, mere emptiness. Nothing.
And he was lonely.
The traveling never ceased. The movement, at once chaotic and smooth, was endless. He lumbered across the vast environs of earth, searching.
The things he touched, when he thought they might be worthy, they crumbled to nothing, descended from life into decay.
There was nothing left. He was lonely and he was hungry.
The crow was clever, he knew. Untrustworthy, to be certain, but keen enough to save its own feathered neck at any cost, even if that cost was…

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