There was an avalanche of stories submitted to The Alchemy Press Book of Horrors – especially in the final month of the submission’s window. To be honest, we didn’t expect to receive around 310 manuscripts seeking a home in this anthology. We were worried that we’d have too few submissions.
We read the stories as soon as possible after receiving them (but as indicated, January was a particularly busy month), maintaining a database of comments in order to narrow down to a shortlist.
Yet we managed it quickly – and then the shortlist itself needed to be pruned, and even so we couldn’t cut back to the original idea: an anthology containing a dozen stories. So we succumbed and settled on 25 stories. Without further ado, in alphabetical order (alphabetically by first name that is!), here’s what you’ll be reading in the latter part of 2018.
Adrian Cole: Broken Billy
Cate Gardner: The Fullness of Her Belly
Debbie Bennett: The Fairest of them all
Gail-Nina Anderson: An Eye for a Plastic Eye
Gary McMahon: Guising
James Brogden: The Trade-Up
Jenny Barber: Down Along the Backroads
John Grant: Too Late
Keris McDonald: Remember, Remember
Madhvi Ramani: Teufelsberg
Marie O’Regan: Pretty Things
Marion Pitman: The Apple Tree
Mike Chinn: Her Favourite Place
Peter Sutton: Masks
Phil Sloman: The Girl with Three Eyes
Ralph Robert Moore: Peelers
Ramsey Campbell: Some Kind of a Laugh
Ray Cluley: Bluey
Samantha Lee: The Worm
Stan Nicholls: Deadline
Stephen Laws: Get Worse Soon
Storm Constantine: La Tenebreuse
Suzanne Barbieri: In the Rough
Tina Rath: Little People
Tony Richards: The Garbage Men
In addition, the book will be garnished with a range of Jim Pitt illustrations. We aim to make this book one you’ll treasure.
Around eleven in the morning, a flock of harpies landed on her roof.
As their claws alighted on the loose, jittery tiles, Rayven’s eyes snapped open. They had jet-black irises, the pupils indistinguishable from the surrounding pools of dark. She’d been up gone five, and had been fast asleep. But she still awoke like a steel trap springing into action.
Writing is a notoriously solitary business. What keeps you at it? The fame that constantly eludes you? Getting a lie in mornings? The rubber?
I simply feel compelled to write a lot of fiction, and have been that way from a very early age. As for that “solitary business” stuff, well, thank God for that. I’d hate to try and write with people leaning over my shoulder going “Ooh, what happens next?” and “You’ve spelled that wrong.”
What was it that inspired “Rayven Black in the City of Night”?
It’s usually quite hard to tell exactly where an idea has come from. But an alternative London plunged into eternal night is a concept I’ve been toying with for quite a while, and I suppose I’d been watching quite a few superhero movies a while back, and Rayven Black popped into my head about three years back. Only trouble was, I didn’t bother writing about her back then, since who would publish such a story?