Short Stories

I just wanted to take a few minutes to recommend some great horror short fiction. Periodically, I’ll recommend authors and works that I’ve particularly enjoyed. The item descriptions are taken from Amazon’s kindle pages for each item. Today, I’ve got just three recs:

THE SELKIE by P. D. Cacek

“Dr. Conn Ryan, a former police psychiatrist, is asked to help a friend on one last case. Morrin Turner has drowned her terminally ill daughter, but she claims the girl is still alive, and has gone to live with the mythical selkies. Is she insane? Lying? Or is there a dark secret beneath the waves of Blacksod Bay?
“Award-winning author P.D. Cacek presents this modern fantasy set among the sea-swept hills of Ireland.”

The Selkie

DIE LAUGHING by John R. Platt

“Anorexic zombies, 127 Jack the Rippers, super-villains who go straight, killer clowns, my best friend Death, flea-infested werewolves, demon telemarketers, the man who lost his skull … there are just a few of the characters waiting in author John R. Platt’s new short-story collection.”

Die Laughing

UNHOLY DIMENSIONS by Jeffrey Thomas

“Unholy Dimensions: Lovecraftian Tales collects 27 eerie short stories inspired by the writing of H. P. Lovecraft, creator of the Cthulhu Mythos, but told through the unique imagination of Jeffrey Thomas — acclaimed author of “Punktown,” “Deadstock,” “Blue War,” and “Monstrocity.” Stories include “The Bones of the Old Ones,” “The House on the Plain,” “The Cellar Gods,” “The Boarded Window,” and “Book Worm.”

Unholy Dimensions

Clive Barker

Author Clive Barker

Author Clive Barker

“Hell is reimagined by each generation. Its terrain is surveyed for absurdities and remade in a fresher mould; its terrors are scrutinised and, if necessary, reinvented to suit the current climate of atrocity; its architecture is redesigned to appal the eye of the modern damned. In an earlier age Pandemonium — the first city of Hell — stood on a laval mountain while lightning tore the clouds above it and beacons burned on its wails to summon the fallen angels, Now, such spectacle belongs to Hollywood. Hell stands transposed. No lightning, no pits of fire. In a wasteland a few hundred yards from a motorway flyover it finds a new incarnation: shabby, degenerate, forsaken. But here, where fumes thicken the atmosphere, minor terrors take on a new brutality. Heaven, by night, would have all the configurations of Hell.”

Clive Barker