More Accepted Stories
Here’s the latest update on the stories we’ve accepted for Day Terrors — I’ve listed them in alphabetical order by author.
We’re still looking for two or three more thoughtful and gripping tales to round out the anthology — send us your best. Remember, it’s all about the supernatural and uncanny in the bright light of day!
- Rob E. Boley — Companion — Every trip I’ve ever taken, I think I’m going to meet someone, find a companion who sees all I have to offer, but it never seems to happen.
- Scott Brendells — Ataraxia — They stood until they died, leaving their loved ones to watch their slow but steady deterioration.
- Rebecca Fraser — Uncle Alec’s Gargoyle — It winked at me once, Uncle Alec’s gargoyle.
- J.H. Heluk — The Wish Man and the Worm — The worm in Georgia’s mouth slipped when he yanked her head back.
- Harper Hull — Daddy Long Legs — “Saw him clear as day, striding across those top branches with those spindly legs like he was on the sidewalk. It was the morning that Ella – that your momma – my Ella, the morning she died.”
- Davin Ireland — Carrington Cove — There was little love lost between the professional fossil hunters who scoured Dorset’s Jurassic Coast.
- Lorna D. Keach — Fiddleback — Fever and chills were one thing, but “I think something’s wrong with this bite, Walt,” she’d said.
- Scott Lininger — The Woman in the Ditch — At the very bottom of the thirty feet of ditch there was a fancy car, completely upside-down, with its hood smashed through the ice that covered the creek.
- Chad McKee — In Lieu of Flowers — The shock of discovering you had missed the last breaths of your wife by a mere handful of days after six years in exile weighed on a man.
- Gregory Miller — Miss Riley’s Lot — How ’bout when my big brother Chris took me up on Still Creek Hill during hunting season and let me watch while he and his buds shot a woman?
- John Jasper Owens — And the Crowd Goes Wild — “I believe,” I told Bellows, “we are witnessing the end times.” Bellows shrugged. “That’s gonna play hell with residuals.”
- Aaron Polson — Sea of Green, Sea of Gold — The rocky nature of those hills had protected the Konza from pioneers and farmers, and now the government guaranteed protection by making it a national preserve, a piece of land lost in time.
- Mark Rigney — Customs — The wait begins, and this time it is more than a little unnerving because we have been separated from our passports, the little booklets that legitimize us, make us official and human and real.
- Daniel R. Robichaud — Down Where the Blue Bonnets Grow — Instinct made me train the rifle on the bare patch. If the earth itself sat up, I could take a head shot.
- Trent Roman — The Heat Has Fangs — This is one heck of a heat wave, and it doesn’t show sign of breaking anytime soon, either. But not the worse I’ve seen, no sir.
- E. C. Seaman — Sands of Time — The Grey Lady saw it all. Every argument, every drama; from childishly scraped knees to first boyfriends and broken hearts.
- Adam Walter — The Infatuate — Though the two of them knew nothing of each other, they shared the most improbable secret, and no one looking at them — now, in this place — could ever hope to guess it.