Dabbler. Hobbyist. Hobby-Pro. Pro.

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Joe Sullivan, An Editor’s Note

When I received my first guitar for Christmas in the mid-90s, the internet was just beginning to accumulate useful information for hobbyists. I could find tablature for most of my favorite Nirvana or Led Zeppelin songs, and even for some Black Flag anthems. However, I didn’t know how to properly tune my guitar, so I made approximations at what a tuned guitar might sound like, and arrived at a suitable quasi open tuning. Which eventually made it possible for me to emulate my favorite songs, in the crudest way imaginable.

I didn’t begin to speak the language of guitar players until I knew how to tune my guitar and how to recognize a dozen or so basic chords. A guitar class in high school helped this process along. Eventually, with enough practice I was able to tune my guitar to–and play chords and notes along with–other guitar players. We properly spoke the same language, however rudimentary it might have been.

By senior year my guitar teacher was also my music theory teacher and I was able to properly read and write music for multiple instruments. He was an extraordinary guitar player, and made a steady second income with a jazz band that played every weekend. When I came up short on a song I had written in my spare time, and brushed off his criticism along the lines of ‘Well, it’s really just a hobby, so no biggie if it sucks,’ he taught me a simple lesson about the difference in dedication and work ethic between a hobbyist and a pro. There is no proper difference between a hobbyist and a pro. They speak the same language. There was something I misunderstood about the language, and that I could improve the song, or I could toss the piece, but I shouldn’t be under the impression that I was fluent in the language and technique of ‘hobbyist musicians’ aka musicians.

In high school I was also interested in Greek philosophy. I figured I’d read enough Plato that I could tackle any of the problems of philosophy through the Socratic method. I was quickly disabused of this notion in my first few philosophy classes in college. In college you run into many philosophic dabblers. My best friend at the time wanted me to read his paper on ethics. He was an anthropology student, so he had a vague notion of particularism and really wanted to show the strength of cultural relativism when tasked with the questions that plagued 21st Century America. I plainly told him that we didn’t speak the same language and handed him a copy of G.E. Moore’s Principia Ethica. He plainly told me that traditions don’t matter; that anyone could philosophize.

A few years later I was in my early 20s and still hadn’t learned the most basic of lessons. I was writing free form poetry without any notion of the traditions of poetry. I didn’t know what an iamb was at this point, and anyone who knew what a rondeau was would read the first two lines of something I’d written and walk away wide-eyed. No one wrote form poetry in 2003, so why would I bother studying it? But no one was reading what I’d written, so I studied the traditions, practiced forms, and eventually published poems within the contemporary aesthetic.

Maybe you’re still reading this because you’re a hobbyist/hobby-pro level author, and are curious if I’m going to make a point about writing, or publishing, because I’m an editor and we pay decent rates. You understand how easy it is to dismiss an acquaintance who sends you a piece with terrible grammar, no notion of the basic elements that constitute a story. My problem is that most pieces I receive are competent-to-excellent stories. We speak the same language.

I’m a hobbyist publisher looking to put out professional stories. I’d like to encourage writers on their path toward their first publication or their 50th. I love sci-fi, but don’t send me a story that you wrote for Analog that happens to have creepy elements because you’ll get a credit toward SFWA eligibility. Unnerving Magazine, Silver Shamrock, Vastarien, PseudoPod, NoSleep, Nightmare Mag are brands with their own sublanguages. If you truly want to level up from competent hobbyist to hobby-pro you have to write for each unique brand and each unique call. Yes, it’s time-intensive. I have a day job, too.

“Trivia Night at the Dr. Neil Trivett Global Atmosphere Watch Observatory”

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by Corey Farrenkopf

The first knock came as Master cpl. Keith asked question fifteen.

Which Native People are credited as the source of the Wendigo myth? 

It was Trivia night at the Dr. Neil Trivett Global Atmosphere Watch Observatory in Alert, Canada. Or, more accurately, it was trivia night at the Canadian Forces station just down the road from the Dr. Neil Trivett Global Atmosphere Watch Observatory. The guys liked the other name better, the air of intellect it added, so it stuck. Twelve men and two women sat in the room, some from the weather observatory, the rest from the army installation, all trying to whittle away another night in the northernmost settlement on the continent.

The sun hadn’t risen in a month. The outpost’s lights illuminated a sea of snow mounding up against the low rectangular living quarters and the hangar. Buildup caused the roof to groan, letting the gathering know it was time to get out the shovels. Earlier that day, a polar bear had been spotted a distance from the outpost, but it never wandered near, never requiring station warrant officer Bryson to go out with his shotgun and scare it off before it got into the trash.

When the knock resounded, all eyes moved to the door on the far wall.

Everyone stationed at the outpost was accounted for.

No one liked to miss trivia night. It was the highlight of the week. Keith could see his comrades going through the mental math, doing a headcount, running rosters over their tongue, searching for a missing name which no one found. 

“Probably the wind,” Ellery, the programs manager from the weather station, said.

“Or maybe it’s that polar bear come back for round two,” the warrant officer replied.

A nervous laugh rounded the group.

“I’d say it’s the wind,” Keith said. “But let’s quit stalling. You know we do this on a timer.”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

“Ok, so question sixteen,” Keith began as the men and women lifted their pens. “The oldest shark in the sea goes by many names and can be found in the waters not too far from here. List one of its several names.”

There was the sound of writing, scribbling, tapping at unknown answers.

Then there was another knock, this time louder, more insistent.

The scribbling stopped.

There was no way it was the wind. Polar bears don’t knock.

“Who’s going to look?” Ellery asked.

She, like the rest of the group, knew the security cameras had been down, something in the wiring. No one seemed too concerned about it. There was very little crime so far from civilization. An electrician was being flown out in another week, a time frame most hadn’t minded until the third knock shivered through the thick metal frame.

“I believe that falls under the jurisdiction of the warrants officer,” Keith said, looking at Bryson.

“I don’t think that’s in my job description,” Bryson replied.

“What? You didn’t watch The Thing again, did you? Or 30 Days of Night? I told them they need to take those horror movies off the evening rotation,” Keith said, shaking his head.

The station had a cache of over five thousand movies that played across several channels on a loop. They played comedies and period pieces and more horror than Keith thought wise for an outpost five-hundred miles from the nearest town.

“No, I didn’t watch it again,” Bryson said, averting his eyes.

Everyone knew Bryson was a horror junkie. He was the only one to ever get Keith’s spooky trivia. Which actor played Freddy Krueger in Nightmare on Elms Street? Which serial killer was Leatherface based on in Texas Chainsaw Massacre?

Everyone else stuck to Pixar movies or the latest superhero trilogy.

“I’m just saying, we’re all in here. No one’s showing up for another week. There can’t be someone knocking at the door. There’s no way,” Bryson said.

“But we all hear it,” Ellery said.

All eyes were on Bryson. Everyone knew he was the guy who was supposed to handle the basic goings on at the outpost.

“Could be ice breaking,” Bryson said.

“Definitely not ice breaking,” Keith replied, hand drifting to the pistol holstered at his hip, reassuring himself it was there.

The knock came again.

“Why doesn’t the new guy get it,” Bryson said, looking at the Second Lieutenant who’d arrived earlier that month.

“You can’t do that to the kid. This one’s on you,” Keith said.

“Fucking hell, I’m not doing it,” Bryson said. “This is ridiculous. Something’s out there. We know that. No one shows up unannounced. We’ve seen the movies. It’s going to be one of those snow zombies, or a werewolf, or some other freak that’s going to eat every one of us until all the camera has left is a long shot of smoke rising from our barracks and a dog running off into the snow.”

“You did watch The Thing again,” Keith said, leveling a finger at Bryson.

“Doesn’t matter. There’s truth in fiction. I say loser opens the door,” Bryson said.

“Loser of what?” Ellery asked.

“Trivia night,” Bryson replied, as if it was an obvious answer.

The next knock was so loud it shifted a swath of snow from the roof. It pounded down on the frozen ground beside the building’s entrance.

“Sounds fair to me,” Keith agreed.

“You’re only saying that because you can’t lose,” Ellery said.

“Hey, don’t shoot the host,” Keith replied.

The doorknob started to rattle, the metal mechanism shifting back and forth, grinding against itself. The lock held. Another knock shivered through the barrier. it wasn’t frantic or concerned like someone trapped out in the snow should be. It was calm.

“So question seventeen…” Keith continued as the knocking persisted, each blow punctuating his subsequent questions, keeping a steady pace as if whatever was on the other side knew the game was winding down, that soon someone who didn’t know who the voice actor of Maui in Moana was? was going to answer, to find out who or what had been left waiting out in the snow.

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Corey Farrenkopf lives on Cape Cod with his wife, Gabrielle, and works as a librarian. He is the fiction editor for The Cape Cod Poetry Review. His work has been published in or is forthcoming from The Southwest Review, Catapult, Tiny Nightmares, Flash Fiction Online, Bourbon Penn, Campfire Macabre, Wigleaf, and elsewhere. To learn more, follow him on twitter @CoreyFarrenkopf or on the web at CoreyFarrenkopf.com

Halldark Holidays

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The holidays are a time for romance, sentimental longing for a simpler time…and monsters! Editor Gabino Iglesias brings you 22 stories from the hearts and absolutely twisted minds of some of horror’s finest. Right from the get-go this book slays. Greg Sisco’s “The Morbs” is like “The Lottery”, but more fucked-up. Brian Keene delivers as always with “The Hatching” and Gabino swears you might shed a tear by the time you reach Todd Robinson’s “Mother and Child”. Clara Madrigano, Cynthia Pelayo, Bev Vincent, Alan Baxter, Gina Ranalli, Kelly J. Ford, Mark Allan Gunnells are absolute killers in the genre. Check out the complete TOC below!

The eBook for Halldark Holidays is now live and you can purchase it here!

The paperback version of Halldark Holidays is available here!

Table of Contents

“The Darkness is Always There: An Introduction”

Gabino Iglesias…5

“The Morbs” Greg Sisco…9

“The Hatching” Brian Keene…25            

“She’s Back” Clara Madrigano…39

“Der Erwich Yaeger” Alessandro DiFrancesco…51                        

“A Winterland Surprise” Kathryn E. McGee…67                                              

“The Bone Fire” Alan Baxter…81                                            

“Rainbow Black” Gina Ranalli…91                                         

“An Invisible Christmas Spectacular” Bev Vincent…97

“Elmreach” Jonathan Duckworth…103

“Frito Pie” Kelly J. Ford…115                                                                                

“A Total Super Miracle on 34th St.” Mackenzie Kiera…125

“O Little Town…” Mark Allan Gunnells…139

“Feu De Joie” Magnolia Strock…149

“Somebody Always Hears You” Elizabeth Hirst…157

“Christmas Every Day” Nicole Willson…171

“The Christmas Cabin” Fred Venturini…179

“What Happens in the Dark Will Soon Happen in the Light”

Michael Harris Cohen…195

“The Best Christmas Town in Maryland!” Sheri White…205

“Christmas in Quail’s Egg” Max Carrey…215

“A Wail of Christmas” Jillian Bost…225

“Holiday Traditions” Cynthia Pelayo…231

“Mother and Child” Todd Robinson…237

Flash Horror Anthology “Campfire Macabre”

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Paperback and eBook Now Available Here!

50+ original flash horror tales organized by five themes: Spook Houses, Slashers, Witchcraft, Within the Woods, and Cemetery Chillers. A book perfect for time spent around the campfire or on a long car trip! Brand new pieces from award-winning storytellers and established authors.

Check out a detailed review of the book from Mother Horror here!

Here is the complete TOC:

“The Forever Awful House” Cynthia Pelayo

 Spook Houses

“Best Friends Forever” Priya Chand

“Making a Believer” Chad Lutzke

“RV” Mark Cowling

“Best House” Donyae Coles

“Sound Never Lasts” Corey Farrenkopf

“The Words in the House” R.K. Duncan

“The Annex” Lisa Short

“Cabin Fever” Sydney Richardson

“Ride Like the Devil” Jason Parent

“Keepers of the Light” Sonora Taylor

“Lullaby” Trevor Tolliver

 

Supernatural Slashers

“Final Girl” Derek Austin Johnson

“A Sleepwalker’s Hands” Corey Farrenkopf

“Scabby Abby” Lana Cooper

“So Many Teeth” Jon Gauthier

“The Crayfish God” Kevin Lucia

“All the Makings” Glen Krisch

“House of Summons” Yolanda Sfetsos

“Collateral Damage” John Lynch

“A Busy Season” Adam Godfrey

“The Sharp Edge of Midnight” Tim Waggoner

 

Witchcraft

“I Believe in Witches” Matthew Stott

“Bernard” Ky Huddleston

“The Art of Darkness” Regina Garza Mitchell

“The Girl in the Window” Patrick R. McDonough

“The Lake of Poppets” Jessica Ann York

“A Little Justice” Ali Seay

“Eye of Newt” Jessica McHugh

“Swallowing the Fire” V. Castro

“Manhunter” Eddie Generous

“My Evening with the Witch” Brandon Scott

“The Hag’s Gift” Villimey Mist

 

Within the Woods

“The Shimmer of Trees” Eric J. Guignard

“Blackjack” Kealan Patrick Burke

“Fruiting Bodies” Jude Reid

“Its Black and Beating Heart” Robert S. Wilson

“The Wishing Box” Michael Harris Cohen

“Boys and Girls Come Out to Play” Beverley Lee

“Dewdrops and Blood” Sara Tantlinger

“The Bird with the Clownish Plumage”

Hailey Piper

“heartwood” doungjai gam

“Instructions for the Broken Hearted Who

Venture into Devil’s Horn Woods”

Tiffany Michelle Brown

“Her Favorite Story” John Timm

 

Cemetery Chillers

“Silence Which Comforted Me” Eugie Foster

“Waking the Dead” Monique Youzwa

“The Intern” Michael J. Moore

“On Halloween Night” Janine Pipe

“Death Toll” Alex Ebenstein

“Midnight Snack” Angela Sylvaine

“The Grave Listeners” Andrew Cull

“I Would Have Rescued Them All” R.J. Joseph

“Hunger” S.H. Cooper

“Shattered World” Kenneth W. Cain

“Up from Under” Tyler Jones

“We Need Your Donations!” Elford Alley

 

Places We Fear to Tread

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Now Available in paperback and eBook!

26 authors, 26 locations, 347 pages, 100k+ words; original horror stories from many of the genre’s darkest minds. Nightmares imagined into real places; from Nigeria to Japan, North America to Australia. Locations the authors have inhabited and imbued with the sinister–hiking trails, haunted lakes, relics of faded industry, and even a Hawaiian volcano!

Is there a selkie who resides in the Wartrace Lake Dam, Tennessee?

Can you summon a godlike entity on the coast of Oregon?

There are many Crybaby Bridges, but which one belongs to author Gwendolyn Kiste?

Tales from the British Isles–of cursed beaches, remote manor houses, and plagued villages. Fresh takes on old legends, newly minted stories attached to interesting landmarks, and even personal hauntings (which will never be pinned on Google Maps.)

Featuring:

“Here in this Place is a Means to an End” Chad Lutzke

“The Storm on Kinzua Bridge” Sara Tantlinger

“The Bone Man of Sanatorium Lake” Andrew Cull

“Lost Girls Don’t Cry” Gwendolyn Kiste

“Laughter in the Night” Sonora Taylor

“This is Home” Laurel Hightower

“Bussell’s Bog” Cameron Ulam

“The Deer God” Wendy N. Wagner

“Ho‘okaulike” Michelle Mellon

“The Hound of Brackettville” Bev Vincent

“Cold-Blooded Old Times” J. A. W. McCarthy

“The Swim Instructor” Eddie Generous

“The Wrong Turn” Angela Sylvaine

“Bring Out Your Dead” Beverley Lee

“Cellophane” Michael J. Moore

“The Sad Museum” Alex Payne

“Hopscotch For Keeps” Hailey Piper

“Bare Bones” Jude Reid

“The Wet Dream” Jill Girardi

“Devil’s Elbow” C. W. Briar

“Puppet Show” Julia August

“Teke Teke Teke” Michael David Wilson

“Black Fatima” Muhammed Awal Ahmed

“The Sand Knows” Zach Shephard

“One Badly Hit Ball” John Leahy

“Women of the Mere” Jessica Ann York

Click here to purchase the eBook!

Click here to purchase the paperback!

2020 Anthology Submission Guidelines

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***Submissions are closed***

 

 

We’re currently looking for previously unpublished horror stories, 3-6k words, for a location-themed anthology to be released September 2020.

The theme is: local lore or location-based oddities. Write something dark into a setting you’ve experienced — it could be a place you’ve lived, or even just somewhere you’ve visited on a vacation. Is there a landmark in your town that you can write a nightmare into? Have you ever legend tripped somewhere and thought, well, that cave, mausoleum, torture tree was neat, but I wish there was more to the story?

If so, you’re welcome to send us (1) submission at cemeterygatesmedia@gmail.com in DOC or RTF form. Deadline August 1, 2020. However, we’ll begin reading and accepting stories well before August, so the window may close earlier.

Paying .05/word per accepted submission for First Rights Publishing, and asking that you don’t republish your story until August 1, 2021.

In our fifth year of publishing we’re looking to expand our reach into 21st Century folklore, urban legends, and the space between creepypasta and literary horror. We will favor stories that name real locations one can visit in person. Our tales often give brief histories for locations. For examples of what we’re looking for, see Other Voices, Other Tombs; At the Cemetery Gates: Year One and Volume 2; or Corpse Cold: New American Folklore

-Joe Sullivan, Editor

Grief is a False God

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Elijah Keene is trying to get by after the untimely passing of his beloved wife Jess. Overwhelmed with the responsibility of being a single father, failing as a farmer, even coming up short as a son — he struggles to distance himself from his grief. Elijah soon discovers that an unspeakable horror has arisen from the land which his family has cultivated for generations. An entity of which his own father and deceased mother may have been all too aware. GRIEF IS A FALSE GOD is a chilling novelette by Gemma Amor, featuring vibrant illustrations from Anibal Santos.

You can purchase the 8 x 10 paperback here

or get the gorgeous 8.5 x 11 hardcover edition here

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Other Voices, Other Tombs

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OTHER VOICES, OTHER TOMBS is an anthology packed with unsettling stories from the finest independent authors in the horror genre. This anthology runs the gamut of styles, including everything from literary horror to creepypasta. Ania Ahlborn, Kealan Patrick Burke, Michael Wehunt, Mercedes Yardley, and Gemma Files are widely considered some of the best authors working in dark fiction right now. Also included are stories from NoSleep Podcast legends: Gemma Amor, JD McGregor, and Michael Whitehouse.

Now available in paperback and eBook!

This book is a general horror anthology, but there is a light summer theme. Kealan Patrick Burke leads off the book with a throwback tale that takes place in the summer of 1989. Two boys uncover a terrifying entity while exploring an abandoned swimming pool in “The Second Hand”.

“Uncomfortable Gods” by Michael Wehunt takes place entirely on the grounds of the sleazy 40 Winks Comfort Lodge. Husband and wife, Den and Karen, are sidetracked on their way to the beach by Den’s horrible toothache. Den leaves Karen in the motel room for longer and longer periods to deal with his toothache, eventually Karen is forced to uncover what is leading Den astray. A psychological tale with wonderfully gruesome imagery. Worth multiple reads!

Gemma Amor leaves it all on the hot tarmac in “Three Lanes Deep”. A long, sweaty traffic jam forces Lucy to leave her car in search of a place to relieve herself. She encounters friendly strangers who offer her a cold drink and a place to go to the bathroom–then all hell breaks loose.

“The Switch” by Cameron Chaney takes place at a summer camp. Fans of the Lindsay Lohan star vehicle The Parent Trap should appreciate Chaney’s light homage, and his heinous twist.

Astute readers will certainly be sweating Kevin Lucia’s oppressive “A Circle that Ever Returneth”. A man takes a job beneath his perceived status in life at a bottle and can redemption center, and soon realizes he’s being ground down to nothing by the repetitive tasks and mind numbing interactions with his co-workers. This story is a proper lost episode of The Twilight Zone. Jordan Peele, take note.

There are other non-seasonal themes that run through the book like Ania Ahlborn’s take on the difficulties of early motherhood in “The Governess”, featuring one of our favorite storytelling devices, a malfunctioning baby monitor; Mercedes Yardley’s “Urban Moon” which deals with a mythological reinterpretation of violence against women and a major problem with social media.

A woman must cope with the emotional difficulties of her occupation as an end of life nurse for a young girl in a hospice center, in Garza and Lason’s “Fly away, little fledgling.”

There are many more fantastic stories from incredible authors like Gemma Files’ apocalyptic “This is How it Goes”, Mike Duran’s folk horror, witchcraft infused “Bury Me in the Garden”, poor choices made by a woman on a snowy stretch of highway in Upstate New York “Alone in the Dark” by J.D. McGregor, Michael Whitehouse’s government cover-up on a remote Scottish isle in “Forget the Burning Isle”, C.W. Briar’s horrific children’s POV regarding bad behavior in “Can We Keep Him?”, and Caytlyn Brooke’s take on psychotic teenage angst during prom season, with her tale “The Red Rose”.

Pick up a copy now and support independent writing and publishing!

eBook or in paperback

The Thrumming Stone

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Could you really prevent a massive disaster if you knew it was coming?

Would your friends and family even believe you?

What if you were an average high school freshman, and seemingly the only person who could save your town from utter destruction?

THE THRUMMING STONE is a sci-fi horror novella (with interior illustrations by Ryan Sheffield) about teen siblings who discover a nightmare-inducing monolith in the woods near their home. Once unleashed, premonitions and apocalyptic visions spread throughout their high school like a plague.

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Drawn by artist Ryan Sheffield

Read the first chapter for free!

The illustrated paperback version is now available here!

Or check out the eBook on Amazon here!

What Waits in the Dark

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Who truly knows what lurks in dark corners or in the darkest of hearts? WHAT WAITS IN THE DARK contains eighteen illustrated tales which explore the horrors found at the periphery of shadow and light.

A Soviet doctor attempts to play God during the Battle of Stalingrad.

Friends come face to face with a Japanese urban legend in Syracuse, New York!

A woman hears her husband sweetly singing to their daughter over the baby monitor, but soon realizes he’s not home.

A raucous fraternity takes a haunted hayride through the woods that they won’t soon forget.

These and 18 other creepy tales can be found within WHAT WAITS IN THE DARK.

Pick up a paperback copy at Amazon!

or the eBook here.

20 interior illustrations by Mikey Turcanu: