by Vanessa Sweet
Here I am, three years later: returned to the place of my death.
I unlatch the old wooden gate and slip through the overgrown garden, past the peeling shed that housed fat carpenter bees that one summer, over the stone path thick with dandelions. The air is cool and green, the smell of night and flowers that bloom only in darkness. The moon watches, full but not sated. We have a deal, she and I, and if she could feel— if she could fear, the way I once feared dark garages and empty lots, the way I once feared men with harsh voices and sharp shoes— she might fear that I will change my mind, this time.
Continue reading Halloween Microfiction: Deathless by Vanessa Sweet
Autumn is fast approaching here in New England and that means it’s time for our annual Halloween microfictions!
We are looking for your spooky erotic micro stories to publish on our website as a countdown to Halloween. Stories should be under 1500 words and like with all Circlet Press publications, they must be sex-positive. All gender pairings are welcome and consent is of the utmost importance.
Please no stories set at Halloween parties. We encourage you to think outside the box. The stories do not have to be set on Halloween. We are simply looking to combine the elements of horror with the elements of erotica. Send a chill down our spine while simultaneously turning us on. Humor is alright too so long as it fits with the theme.
I encourage everyone who considers submitting to read the stories that were chosen last year so you have a better idea of what we like. You can find them here: http://www.circlet.com/tag/halloween-microfiction/
Payment is $5 and the deadline is October 1st.
Send submissions to email@example.com as either a Word doc or in the body of an email. Please include a short bio. Multiple submissions are okay.
Slots are limited so we encourage you to submit soon!
“The Traveler’s Tale”
by Vinnie Tesla
What’s the weirdest thing I ever saw in three-space? That’s tricky–there is some freaky shit down there. There was a time a few years ago… You know Elizabeth, right?
Yeah, she’s awesome. So I was just on a walkabout, checking out the sights, you know, and I find this one plane where they’ve got this giant, whitish moon in the sky. Just one, but big, and super-bright. And there were these big, stiff plants everywhere, with branches all over them, so when the wind blew it made this sort of spooky whistling noise.
Continue reading Halloween Microfiction: The Traveler’s Tale by Vinnie Tesla
by Minna Louche
Zoe struck a match, lighting a candle inside a pumpkin. The jack ‘o lantern’s face lit up with a happy grin, but she was unable to smile back. She looked out at the darkening sky ruefully. She heard trick-or-treaters starting their rounds, and saw other lights coming to life.
Here it was, her favorite night of the year, and she was alone.
Continue reading Halloween Microfiction: Phantom’s Touch by Minna Louche
by Alex Negen
Sarah Whitson wasn’t watching her step and ran into Rebecca Huff on Water Street. The two women greeted each other cordially: Rebecca asked if Sarah had been sick, she looked so pale and anemic; Sarah flattered Rebecca on her thrift for wearing a dress that had clearly seen better days. The reasons for their mutual loathing were opaque yet severe.
“You’ll never guess what Mary Coburn told me just yesterday,” said Rebecca. “She said she saw your husband on East Beach yesterday.”
This was an impossibility. Sarah’s husband Levi was at sea and had been for eight months. He would not be home for at least another season.
Continue reading Halloween Microfiction: Porcelain Comfort by Alex Negen
by TammyJo Eckhart
I know it isn’t the wine.
I finish off the first glass and set it on the bedside table.
It isn’t as easy as it used to be to take off my shoes and clothes, but I manage it nonetheless. My fingers tremble a bit as I unbutton my shirt. Fingers that used to be strong and firm, now wrinkled and spotted. They’ll still work.
I pour another glass after I’m down to boxers and undershirt. I sit on the edge of my bed and sip it, remembering.
Continue reading Halloween Microfiction: Annual Spirits by TammyJo Eckhart
by Cam Andrews
The light is fading when I find her. Only one faint star shines in the darkening sky this Sabbat night.
She stands at her bedroom window and makes a wish: Star light, star bright. Her true desire chants the spell. She has summoned me, the Lightbearer, though she does not know it. Not yet.
She lights a candle on the bedside table. I crouch in the shadows, watching her. From the drawer she takes the tools of her magic and arranges them within reach. Her robe drops to the floor; she is naked before me. She sinks back onto the pillows with a sigh. Continue reading Halloween Microfiction: Fiat Lux by Cam Andrews
“Base & Vile Things”
by Sonni de Soto
“Tell me.” Her voice, hoarse and hushed, whispered into the sightless, scopeless space Eli no longer recognized as his room. Without his glasses, the witching hour had warped his pitch-black bedroom, distorting the familiar shapes and scales into strange shades of themselves.
“Say it.” Her tone tightened as he felt Her lean in closer. Her hot breath felt wet as it fluttered against his shivering skin. He bit his lip to seal the words back, blood touching his tongue sharp and metallic like a sacrifice.
He wouldn’t say it. Couldn’t.
Lord knew, he shouldn’t. Continue reading Halloween Microfiction: Base & Vile Things by Sonni de Soto
“Before the Fast”
by T. C. Mill
Before the darkness, before the hunger, the people of Orriak donned their masks. Hidden even from the gods, they enjoyed their last indulgences. The winter would be long and even in these days of comparative advances, not all would survive. For those who would, it helped to have sweet memories.
And so when the ringed moon set for the last time until spring, an air settled over the city. A hush of anticipation. Many barred their doors, shutting their families and invited guests safely away. The rest took to the streets.
Safe or not, nobody spent the Night of Masks in comfort. But for some, these twelve hours of darkness would be worth an entire year of fasting. It was risk, it was challenge, it was adventure.
He knew all this when he went out. Continue reading Halloween Microfiction: Before the Fast by T. C. Mill
Editor’s Note: This story mentions suicide.
“Room with a Boo”
by J. T. Seate
The well-appointed room looked similar to any other, but it was their room. The cool air from the open window that looked upon the picturesque Adirondacks washed over Helen. It was just as she remembered. She breathed deeply, remembering the words William had spoken ten years earlier.
“If I die, will you marry me?”
“Why would I marry you if you’re dead?” she’d answered.
Continue reading Halloween Microfiction: Room with a Boo by J. T. Seate