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Block

BLOCK by Pen of the Damned’s Hunter Shea

“So, you’re saying there’s no such thing as writer’s block?”

I tamped out my pipe, refilled it with Dunhill Nightcap, touched the lit match to the aromatic leaf and took a few deep puffs. We were only fifteen minutes into the interview and my mind was already drifting to other things. Then my eyes wandered to the bottle of Macallan 25 the young man had brought, a gift from his publisher, and resigned myself to my fate. There were far worse ways to spend a cold, dreary afternoon.

“Would you like a glass?” I said.

He smiled and shook his head. “Thank you, but no. I’m more of a beer man myself.”

I poured my second shot of the amber ambrosia, savoring the aroma a moment before tilting the glass back oh-so-gently.

“I love a cold beer as well, but it’s a poor substitute for fine scotch.”

A gust…

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Damned Words 20

DAMNED WORDS 20 by the demented minds at Pen of the Damned

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Judgment
Nina D’Arcangela

I watched as he dragged his torso through the smoldering debris toward me, and thought, another. Unlike most, he hadn’t surrendered. I wondered if he knew where he was headed, or of the puss-ridden trail he left behind. No matter, it would soon be ended. I didn’t choose who suffered the searing heat; I only quenched the burning once they arrived. Fate appraised his soul, meted out its judgment.

“Have you your papers, then? There’s ta’be no entry without them.” I lilted. He stared back through hollowed sockets. I sighed. They all think the pearly gates so easy to attain.


The Thirty Second Burn
Lee A. Forman

The massive door opens on screeching hinges. My legs tremble, reluctant to carry me into the mouth of the iron beast. I know what waits in The Box.

Thirty seconds a day. Every day. Only the strong endure. But they…

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VISCERA BLOG TOUR: An Interview with Jessica B. Bell, Author of Viscera | #Horror #Collection

VISCERA BLOG TOUR: An Interview with Jessica B. Bell

The Sirens Song

An Interview with Viscera Author, Jessica B. Bell

Having recently released the debut collection from author Jessica B. Bell, we thought it might be fun to sit down with her to discuss a variety of topics relating to writing and Viscera. Keep reading if you’d like to learn more about this Canadian writer of strange fiction who is rumoured to live in a damp, dark basement, writing her twisted tales in her own blood on faded yellow parchment…

Sirens Call Publications: Welcome Jessica! What made you decide to become a writer?

Jessica B. Bell: A short-lived career as a recreational brain surgeon led me to believe that my talents lay elsewhere. No, no, that’s not true—it was being marooned on a desert island with no one to talk to that started me on my path to storytelling. Or perhaps, it’s just that I’m a habitual liar, and so making…

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The Storm Within — Part Four

THE STORM WITHIN Part 4 by John Potts Jr

In case you missed it (shame on you):

Part One

Part Two

Part Three


Karen’s Explorer inched to a stop in front of the Parish home.

“Do you believe officer Emmert’s voicemail?” Asked Allen.

“Not really,” returned Karen.

“You don’t sound so sure.”

“Because I am not. Think of it: a time lapse of three hours is less believable than everything else we have heard.”

“It would explain why emergency services arrived hours after he did.”

She turned to him and scoffed.

“That is fictional at best. He was—and probably still is—in shock from what happened and it is logical that he is exaggerating that fact. I mean, you don’t go into a home for less than ten minutes and come out and have it be hours later. It just doesn’t make sense,” Karen opened the door and stepped out into the frigid twilight. “Are you ready?”

“Always,” said Allen.

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Rebirth

REBIRTH by Pen of the Damned’s A.F. Stewart

Evening raindrops clung to a broken spider web, and fallen leaves held water like tiny crumbling cups. Silence draped across the forest; the animals fled at sunset when the sky shed its first tear. Even the carrion birds flew away, and the rodents scampered deep down into their holes.

The animals knew.

Like a drumbeat, the chill rain pummeled the forest earth, slapping a copper stench into the wind. The air glided with the taste of elder blood, careening, coating the tumbling raindrops as they soaked back within the dirt. The greedy soil drank of the tainted water, as it once drank the soup of decaying flesh, and the trees rattled as bones.

Somewhere, came a moan.

Beyond the eventual and gentle hush, the rain ceased, but the sky stayed black. No moon graced the shrouded firmament, and no starry luminosity scattered the inky air swallowing the trees…

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