Soul Scream Antholozine, Vol. 1

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Title: Soul Scream Antholozine, Vol. 1
Series: Short Stories
Published by: Seamus and Nunzio Productions, LLC
Release Date: June 16, 2023
Contributors: Christopher Ryan (Editor), Robert Masterson, Randee Dawn, Teel James Glenn, Kathleen Scheiner, Marc L. Abbott, Alex Simmons, Rebecca Cuthbert, Ef Deal, Bobby Nash
Pages: 216
ISBN13: 978-1732535503
Originally published in Dim Shores, "Rough Beast, Slouching" made award-winning editor Ellen Datlow's long list of Best Horror of 2022.
From "Rough Beast, Slouching," by Randee Dawn
"We're making a video tonight, so everybody act like this is the biggest damn concert of your life. Act like Elvis took the stage."
"That would be unpleasant," a firm, insinuating voice next to me purred.
Not Kay. Definitely not Scott. Or Jordan. My mouth went dry again and I wondered what had happened to Kay's lollipop. I slid a glance to the voice.
It was the woman from the other side of the room, the one playing tonsil hockey with Jordan a few seconds ago. Her arms were gently folded, hip cocked to one side. I wasn't sure if the laws of physics permitted her to get across the room as fast as she had, but I couldn't argue with facts.
"Unpleasant?" I croaked.
"Well," she said in a clear, lilting voice. "If Mr. Elvis Aaron Presley were here, he'd be in a rather rotten state. Even a fat man like him couldn't last long after more than four decades underground."
"How the hell did you get over –"
"I go where I like," she smiled up at me. That needle appeared in my brain, a soft, sliding invasion. When she blinked, I got an up-close look at those unsettling eyes. An earthly, pulsing green. Like moss, or fungus. Something that grows over dead things and consumes them.
"Greetings, Nevada Sullivan," she said.
"How –" I stuttered again.
"You may call me Sheerie," she said, a name that reminded me of gauzy things – and oddly, of Ma. "Now, hush."
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