Back to School Anthology Sale!

We’re celebrating the season of back to school by putting our anthologies on sale! Whether you’ve already started back to classes or are about to, we have collections to consume in one go and those that can last the semester! Both of our BIG anthologies—we’re talking 60+ stories—are a special $5 off the print editions!…

Long and Short by Jean Roberta

Novelists and short story writers can be classified as different groups, with some overlap. In a workshop on erotic fiction that I ran recently for a local writers’ group, a man complained that he couldn’t find a publisher for his erotic romance novel, which was well over 100,000 words. My advice was to write something…

Throwback Thursday |An ON FIRE Excerpt: “The Clearing” by K.N. Johnson

We gathered on summer nights electric with the spectacle of storms, the promise of charred messages from the gods. The wind lifted our feet from the ground as we raced through the musty woods. Small branches snapped, green leaves sacrificed to pad our muddy path. At the clearing, trees stood back, and all knew to hush, to press lips…

Genre Specific by Lori M. Myers

I was leading a workshop where my writing background was known by participants beforehand. To wrap up the session, I took questions, and one student asked this:  Isn’t it better to be known for being a horror writer, or a science fiction writer, or a writer of women’s fiction rather than being published in multiple…

An IN THE AIR Excerpt: “Areomancy” by Anthony S. Buoni

It isn’t easy. Months have passed since I’ve last fed. I hate going so long between meals, but too much activity and the Circle of Sorrow will catch on to my presence. The last thing a hunter needs is to be hunted. Heartrate and breathing slow; the beast’s skin and bones reset. Each transformation leaves…

An IN THE AIR Excerpt: “Wind Advisory” by Lorraine Schein

(Anemos—Gr., wind) An anemometer sprouted from the skull of the Anemometriste. Its fleshy stem was a second neck growing from the top of her skull. Four hemispheric cartilage cups extended from it—a double set of ears whirring over her head. She could tell the source of each wind filling her by the sound the tree…