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Call for Submissions: Halloween Microfictions

It might be HOT, HOT, HOT outside but here at Circlet Press we’re already thinking autumn thoughts and you know what that means! It’s time to submit your spooky/sexy/scary October microfictions and flash fiction.  As in years past, these microfictions will be posted on our website during the month of October leading up to Halloween. Payment is $5 and you retain all rights.

Details:

Stories can be any length up to 1500 words.  No reprints. No excerpts from novels. Multiple submissions are okay.

All stories must be erotic and fit within the theme. All gender pairings are welcome and we strongly encourage marginalized writers to submit work to us.  All stories must also be sex positive.

DO NOT:

Send stories where underage characters engage in sexual acts.
Send fan fiction with or without the serial numbers filed off.
Send stories where the consent is ambiguous or takes place after the act. Consent MUST be apparent BEFORE the sexual act.
Send demon summoning stories.
Send stories set at Halloween parties that focus on sexy costumes.
Send me stories longer than 1500 words.
Send me stories with no erotic content.
Send me stories where lovers kill each other.
Send stories where witches are evil monsters.
Send stories set inside haunted attractions.

DO:

Think outside the box. The theme here is pretty broad. We want stories that are erotic that also fit into horror/autumn/Halloween. Send us stories that celebrate the season in some way. Scare us while turning us on. Give us period pieces or pieces set in the far future. Make us think of leaves crunching underfoot, the smell of wood smoke carried on chill air, and harvest festivals in preparation for the dead of winter. Do this in a way that celebrates physical pleasure. A happy ending is not necessary though please bear in mind that I will not accept any stories where lovers murder each other in cold blood. Humorous stories are okay too so long as they fit with the theme.

Please send submissions to jwsubs13@gmail.com as either a Word doc or in the body of the email. Please also include a short bio. Deadline is October 1st.

 

Halloween Microfiction: Sam and the Apple Tree Man By Stella Huerto

“Sam and the Apple Tree Man”
by Stella Huerto

In the wild apple grove in the woods, Sam sometimes saw the young man. It started when Sam was fourteen and just realizing he was gay, and had continued every autumn for the ten years since. The stranger’s sly face peeked down at him between sun-dappled branches, or his tattered brown jacket and bare feet flashed by as he darted behind trunks. The man had always looked to be in his twenties, never changing in all the years. He only ever showed when Sam came alone, never when Sam’s sister or father were along.

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Halloween Microfiction: Listen by Michelle J. Norton

“Listen”
by Michelle J. Norton

Listen closely to the whispers.

She runs through the woods as her mother’s warning echoes through her mind. Trees bolt past her on the worn stone path, cloak enshrouding her. The dark woods close about her. Soon the stones end and the path becomes dirt. Her journey would take twenty minutes, thirty if she walked. She runs.

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Halloween Microfiction: An Offering to the Forest by TS Porter

“An Offering to the Forest”
by TS Porter

The dryads survived.

Humanity came, with fire and axes, smoke-belching machines ever larger, and chemicals increasingly caustic, but the dryads survived. The great forests were felled, the fae retreated, and many gods died, but the dryads remained. They learned new words for fear—clearcut, feller-buncher, defoliant—but they never faltered.

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Halloween Microfiction: The Old-Fashioned Way by Mina Moxie

“The Old-Fashioned Way”
by Mina Moxie

“Dariel, you’re on,” Lin called.

Dariel sighed. Halloween meant another glut of humans wanting to make a deal with the devil. Busywork like this fell to lesser demons, and at crunch time, they worked in shifts.

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Halloween Microfiction: Ice Blue by Andrea Dawn

*editor’s note: Please be advised that this story contains blood play. We realize that is a hard limit for some people and wanted to advise  our readers accordingly.

“Ice Blue”
by Andrea Dawn

Celeste carefully read the last page of the contract, then placed it back on the table.

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Halloween Microfiction: Haunted Heart by R.A. Goli

“Haunted Heart”
by R.A. Goli

The wind rattled the windows and howled through the miniscule gaps where the glass didn’t quite meet the frames. I unfurled my legs and moved to the window. The rain was heavy, it fell straight down and crashed against the pavement. The rolling, dark clouds obscured the stars and there was a distant flash of lightning and a growl of thunder. I let the curtains fall back into place, obscuring my view of the ominous night sky and went back to unpacking boxes.

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Halloween Microfiction: The Succubus’ Gift by Kait Muse

“The Succubus” Gift”
by Kait Muse

“This is definitely not the place.” I flashed my car’s high-beams on the dark cabin.

“Obviously,” Amy said, sitting next to me. I glanced over at her, making sure my eyes didn’t linger too long. Dressed with cardboard wings, horns, and only enough to cover her naughty bits, she looked hot.

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Halloween Microfiction: In Remembrance of Me by TammyJo Eckhart

*editor’s note: This is a prequel to last year’s story, Annual Spirits, also by TammyJo Eckhart.

“In Remembrance of Me”
by TammyJo Eckhart

I found Doreen’s plans for our first wedding anniversary two months ago. She’d laid out everything hour by hour. She was always so organized. Yet somehow she forgot the roast and had to run out to get it. My hands started fisting at some point when I read over the list and diagrams until I heard her voice say, “Nicholas Gerard Denison, don’t you dare spoil a perfectly usable piece of paper.”

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