Stories We Tell After Midnight 3
Title: Stories We Tell After Midnight 3
Series: Short Stories
Published by: Crone Girls Press
Release Date: October 29, 2021
Contributors: Nicole Givens Kurtz (Author), Rachel Unger (Author), C. Patrick Neagle (Author), Thea Brune (Author), Randee Dawn (Author), Marlaina Cockcroft (Author), Chrissie Rohrman (Author), Tim Jeffreys (Author), Gordon Linzner (Author), Rachel A. Brune (Editor)
Come! See the Terror Bird! Don't get too close, though, these animatronics can be tricky.
Look! There on the field! Does that little girl stand a chance against the ghosts of a town's unspoken past?
What did you find there in the ground, Robin, beneath your shovel blade? Could it be the answer to everything you've ever wanted?
From deserted islands to an isolated cabin in the Carolina woods, from an Arizona film set to a small Mexican town, from a bloody riverbank in Vietnam to the coal-choked streets of Cheapside, the Stories We Tell After Midnight series has invited the reader into a world of shadows almost forgotten by the cold glare of the modern world. This, the third and final volume of the series, offers up more tales of revenge, of hunger, and of the false light of redemption—but only to those who once more dare turn the page.
Table of Contents
Red in Stile and Rail ~ Rachel Unger
Lamps Like Masks ~ C. Patrick Neagle
The Drone ~ Nicole Givens Kurtz
Blood Red Roses ~ Thea Brune
Jimmy Eat World ~ Randee Dawn
Clearing the Field ~ Marlaina Cockcroft
Final Girl ~ Chrissie Rohrman
Heir Apparent ~ Tim Jeffreys
Personal Best ~ Gordon Linzner
The Ghost of Nicky Newark ~ James Edward O’Brien
The Ballad of the Blue Sidewinder ~ David J. Thirteen
Roots in Kon Tum ~ Pedro Iniguez
Dark Sigil ~ Liam Hogan
A Fear of Sharp Objects ~ Jay Caselberg
Terror Bird ~ Marta Palandri
Briar and Hemlock ~ Jude Reid
Dirty Penny ~ Bethany Browning
From Them Prostrate I Flee ~ Richard Leis
Bad Hair Days ~ Jennifer Nestojko
Why Their Eyes ~ Miriam H. Harrison
The Yellow Ferrari ~ Rebecca B. Weiss
From "Jimmy Eat World":
Little James Manduco was three years old the first time he bit off an owl's head.
He stuck the round bulb deep into his maw, enclosing it with his baby teeth – he'd been born with a full set of 32 gleaming choppers – and clamped down. The ensuing crunch made his skull vibrate. His blue eyes went wide as the shards of what had once been Mama's favorite knick-knack scattered across his pulsing, pink tongue.
Then he chewed.
As it turned out, porcelain tasted of spiced earth, the sandy grittiness scattering around his cheeks as he ground down on the sharp shards. He had no words to describe it yet, but his taste buds new: the polished, glazed exterior of the owl figurine contrasted beautifully with its rough interior – and the contrast made him moan with bliss.