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Submission call for New Anthology: Ruthless!

RUTHLESS
An Extreme Shock Horror Collection

House of Horror’s Co-Editor Shane McKenzie, will be taking on the hard slog of putting together a new anthology for House of Horror. This venture will not be for the faint hearted or the easily offended. Submissions are open now and will close 1st December.

Formatting:

Standard formatting. Prefer to have stories in the body of the email. No attachments please.

Send all stories to horrorhouse.editor@yahoo.com

Submission Guidelines:

We are looking for stories that will shock the reader, make them feel uncomfortable as they read. Give us your sickest, weirdest, craziest stories. The gorier and stranger, the better. That being said, the story still has to be strong. Gore for gores sake will not cut it, but a great story full of gory details is what we are looking for. Since House of Horror donates to the Birmingham Children’s Hospital, we cannot accept any child brutality stories. On the other hand, children handing out the brutality is fine.

Nothing cliché is going to cut it. We want stories that will make the reader wonder about the writer’s sanity. Give us your worst.

Stories between 2000-5000 words, no flash fiction. We have a limited amount of space, so no stories longer than 5000 words please. Place “Ruthless” in the subject line.

We want Bios from all writers as well. Make it fun. No boring lists of previous publications. Pick your favorite 2 or 3 if you like, but we want creative bios.

We will be giving a prize of $25 for our favorite story. We are unable to give contributor’s copies at this time.

Shock us!

New Publishing Venture.

Dreams And Screams

John Arthur Miller (JAM) from Liquid Imagination has come up with a publishing idea involving (so far) 6 publications:
Lame Goat Press, House of Horror, Silver Blade, Liquid Imagination, Static Movement and Aurora Wolf

What we are going to do is take two stories from each publication listed here and two totally new stories never before published and put them all in a book entitled: Dreams and Screams - it's a Fantsay/horror book. Here is the pay scale:

Each story is paid $10.00.

Cover artist would receive $10.00.

We'll have one poem to launch the work. Poet receives $10.00.

If you want to be a part of this on the House Of Horror side, please email your submission to horrorhouse.editor@yahoo.com place Dreams and Screams in the subject line and write a short bio. Stories must be between 3-5000 words but not exceed 5000 words. No Horrotica and no child abuse/violence. Stories must be of a horror/fantasy nature.

The final four chosen authors will be contacted and told of the next stage and their contracts.

My two favourite stories have already been chosen so there are only two spaces left for new stories.

Submissions must be BRAND NEW NEVER BEFORE SEEN stories and cannot be simultaneously submitted to any of the other publications involved in this project. You can of course submit a story to each of the publications but not the same one.

We will ask for first anthology printing rights and payment will be made via paypal upon publication

This will be published by LIP (Liquid Imagination Publishing)

The deadline is somewhere around two months...

Creature Features Book Trailer!

Mausoleum Memoirs Book Trailer!

 
Everyone knows where they can find a haunted house. Some may have even lived in one, taken a tour of one, or even just simply set up a den in an old abandoned one as children. There are so many stories of ghosts and paranormal activity plaguing these interestingly old buildings, but who knows whether these spooky events are facts or fictitious? We all live in a society where a good old haunted house ghost story is the height of every child’s sleepover, or a party at Halloween, but have you ever experienced anything that is even close to being terrifying?
‘Mausoleum Memoirs’ holds thirty haunted house stories, written by very talented writers of the horror fiction community.
This anthology is hosted by House of Horror ezine, an on-line magazine for horrific tales, poems and erotic stories, along with book reviews, author interviews and upcoming horror movie-trailers.
You can check out the site www.houseofhorror.org.uk and see what we are all about. Mausoleum Memoirs will ultimately rekindle those lost thoughts of that strange house in the middle of nowhere; unusual activity emanating from it – especially on Halloween. Mausoleum Memoirs is a book to read when you need to give yourself a good scare.
If you love a good horror story, then Mausoleum Memoirs is for you!

S.E.COX
Editor, House of Horror ezine

Novel Excerpt ~ Forbidden Love

I raced down to Faroaks forest hoping to catch Jonas before he left for home – wherever that may have been. I was lucky, as I ran I could see him walking at a relatively slow pace in the distance.

“Jonas,” I cried breathless as I pushed my speed to the limit. There was no one around so hopefully there was no one to see me dart through the forest leaving only a blur between the trees. “Jonas, please wait up!”

He turned around briefly, and then continued walking. I slowed down as I reached his side, grabbing his arm spinning him around.

“Rosella, I can’t do this, we can’t do this, you know we can’t, it’s just too hard,” he said to me, not able to meet my eyes.
I wanted to hold him so tight and tell him that everything was going to be ok, but in theory it wasn’t. We were effectively from two completely different worlds.

“Jonas, I love you,” I cried in earnest. “I have never met anyone like you before. You can’t leave me!”

“Rosella, I have killed people. I am sure your father has filled you in on all of the details.”

As if on cue the sky turned dark and slowly, the much anticipated rain descended upon us. I shivered as the rain soaked my clothes, raindrops balanced on my eyes lids as I blinked them away several times. “Jonas, I don’t care,” I almost gargled, as rain poured into my mouth as I spoke. “If you could just try and speak to Ricardo...”

Jonas laughed and flicked his head back running his hand through his hair. Rain sprayed all around as he did so. “Were you not in the kitchen just?” he cried exasperated. “You saw what he was going to do to me if I hadn’t of left when I did.” He yanked his arm away from me in frustration and turned to walk away.

Again I ran to his side. “Jonas you can’t go.” I lifted up my arms and tried to wrap them around his neck to show him just how much I needed him. “Meeting you was like finding a missing piece of my life.”

With one swift move, Jonas grabbed both of my wrist and held them up in front of him. His grip was painful, I was suddenly frightened of him, something I never thought would happen. The expression on his face scared me. It was almost clear how much of an Avelonian he was. His eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw tight. His grey skin faded several shades and I could see the anger of the situation taking over him. As I tried to wriggle out of his grip, he held my wrists tighter.

“Jonas, you are hurting me,” I cried, unable to understand why he was doing this to me – deliberately trying to cause me pain.

“See what I mean,” Jonas growled at me. “Don’t you see Rosella? If I stay, I will only hurt you in more ways than I dare to even think about.”

My eyes flickered involuntary from the rain that was now falling harder. It was almost complete darkness as the clouds gathered together in the thunderous gloomy sky. “But if you go, I might as well be dead.”

He ignored the harshness of my words. Obviously he didn’t quite understand that I surely couldn’t go on without him. I had been waiting so long for someone to come along and change my world. I wasn’t about to let him go without a fight. “Don’t you realise how long I have waited for you?” I cried.

He screwed his face up in a painful scowl. I wasn’t sure if it was the pain of having to leave me or the pain that he had just realised that he had been leading me on all along.
He took a deep breath. “Rosella, I have to go,” he said, finally releasing me from his grasp. He walked away.

“Jonas, please don’t do this,” I wept, chasing him through the forest. I made another attempt to grab his arm and try to make him see sense. Within seconds he threw me to the ground with such force, I skidded backwards through the gravel sending a cloud of dust into the murky air.

“Rosella, are you OK?” shouted a voice, somewhere beyond the trees.

I jerked my head up, trying to see where it was coming from. Jonas stopped also. Out of the shadows I could make out a figure racing towards me. It was Adrian Torres.

“Hey!” he shouted. I assumed it was directed at Jonas. Adrian ran over to me and helped me to my feet, all the while glowering at Jonas. “Is that any way to treat your girlfriend?”

Jonas turned and began walking towards us. As he approached I could see the differences in size and height between the two of them and urged Adrian to back off. “Addy, please just leave him, he isn’t my boyfriend anymore.”

It was no use. Adrian had already taken a step towards Jonas. With his shoulders square, he puffed out his chest, ready to take whatever Jonas had to throw at him, hopeful he could get in a few of his own.

Jonas smirked. “You think that you can take on me little man?” he said with a hint of sarcasm in his low gruff voice. “Well, bring it on friend.”

“You’re no friend of mine, and I think Rosella would be better off if you just went back to wherever you came from,” said Adrian, trying to make his words sound strong and bold. I could see in his stance just how scared he was of Jonas, but I guess he thought that by standing up to Jonas, it would somehow win points with me.

That wasn’t how I saw it.

He was crazy if he thought squaring up to a vampire was clever, although he didn’t know that. He soon would though.

With one quick swoop he had his hand tightly compressed around Adrian’s throat. “You wana’ take me on now friend?” sneered Jonas, lifting Adrian into the air until his eyes were level with his own. Adrian’s feet thrashed about, around two feet from the ground. I could hear the compressed chokes escaping from Adrian’s mouth and the loud grunts being forced from his nose.

“Jonas, put him down. Now!” I screamed at him. “He has done nothing wrong.”

Jonas glanced at me and then looked back at Adrian. “Are you in love with Rosella?” he asked, still with a look of malevolence etched across his face. “Well, do you?” He shook Adrian high in the air.
“Let him go Jonas!”

Without taking his eyes off me, he threw Adrian to the ground. Adrian gasped for breath, choking as he tried to stand. I ran over to him. “Addy are you ok, has he hurt you?” A bit of a superfluous question, I thought as the words left my mouth. All he could do was nod, gasping for air.

I whipped my head up and glared at Jonas, my blood pulsating, anger overtaking any feelings of love that I had for him.

“See what I mean?” was all that he could say before he ran and disappeared into the darkness.

My heart swelled quickly and the feelings of worship came flooding back now he had gone. He had only done this to Adrian to show me what he was capable of doing if he got too close and stayed amongst humans. But how could I go on without him? I had to figure something out. I couldn’t just let him walk into my life and then walk straight back out of it like this. I had to find a way for us to be together without hurting anybody.

Creature Features Anthology - Final Line-Up

Earthen Demons - Kerry Morgan

The Lake - Jack Burton

The Things Lullabye - Rick McQuiston

The Promise - Terrence Kuch

The Third Floor - William Pauley III

Butter Flower - A.J. Brown

So That's How the Cookie Crumbles - A.E. Churchyard

The Messers - Suzie Bradshaw

Jonah and the Dead - Eric S. Brown

Lunatic Brigade - Kevin Wallis

What is Left Behind - John C. Lewis

Night Crawler - Donna Jean Lyon's

Manifestation - John Bruni

Mardi Growl - Shane McKenzie

Returning to Eden - Jameson T. Caine

The Thought Things - Jeff Skinner

Mine - C.A. Dawson

Wet 'N' Wild - William Wood

The Worms - Deborah Walker

The Beast of Hindu Kush - Steve E. Lowe

Derelict - William WildeOscar - Doug Murano

Big Sisters Get What They Deserve - Kathryn Ehrlich

Tooth - Philip Harris

Breaking and Entering - Stephanie Scarborough

Then Silence - Philip Frank

Incubites - S.E. COX

The Lake Pact - David Bearnstein

Beach Comber - Kevin White

Creature Features (Poem) - Charlotte Gledson

Introduction - John C. Lewis

All stories will be illustrated by the fantastic Shane McKenzie

Cover art by Kaolin Fire .