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#KillSwitch excerpt: Mow-Bot by Dana Hammer

As technology takes over more of our lives, what will it mean to be human, and will we fear what we’ve created? What horrors will our technological hubris bring us in the future?

Join us as we walk the line between progressive convenience and the nightmares these advancements can breed. From faulty medical nanos and AI gone berserk to ghost-attracting audio-tech and one very ambitious Mow-Bot, we bring you tech horror that will keep you up at night. Will you reach the Kill Switch in time?


A sneak peek inside…

Mow-Bot

DANA HAMMER

Mike ran his hands over the cardboard box, prolonging the anticipation for just another moment. He pulled the box cutter out of his pocket and cut, slicing through layers and layers of packing tape, ripping out the bits of Styrofoam and plastic like a hunter pulling out a deer’s entrails.

This was his quarry. This was his reward. This was victory.

Finally, he unearthed it. The Mow-Bot. Three thousand dollars and worth every penny. The Mow-Bot promised to act as an all-in-one gardener; mowing grass, plucking weeds, and irrigating as necessary. No longer would Mike be forced to labor under the tyranny of the Homeowners Association’s excessively strict lawn-care regulations. His Saturdays were free from now on.

Giddy, he pieced his new machine together while Roger, his husband, watched the proceedings with his arms crossed and his eyes rolled. Roger was never supportive of Mike’s gadgets and technological improvements. If it were up to Roger, they’d live in some backward cabin, fetching water from a well and brushing their teeth with hay or whatever.

Mike ignored Roger’s negativity and completed the assembly. The size of a Rottweiler, the Mow-Bot was round and sleek, with retractable blades extending out from the bottom.

“All done?” Roger asked, his voice pleasant.

Mike smiled at him, appreciative that he was making at least this one tiny effort.

“Yep. Now let’s go try this baby out!”

***

The Mow-Bot worked great. At least, Mike thought it did. Yes, there were some kinks that needed to be worked out. There was a learning curve as the bot figured out where the boundaries of the yard were, what constituted a weed, and all that. And yes, it was also kind of noisy. And slow.

Still! It did work. And who cared how long it took to mow the lawn? It was no longer Mike’s problem.

He programmed it to water the lawn every other night and to do the mowing and weeding every Friday, while he and Roger were at work. That way, they would be spared the loud chopping and grinding sounds, and their lawn would be fresh and well-maintained for them to enjoy on the weekends.

It was a perfect plan.

***

The first Friday, it worked like a dream. When Roger and Mike came home, the aroma of fresh-cut grass permeated the air and the lawn was neat and tidy. Unfortunately, the Mow-Bot had attacked one of their rose bushes, but not in any serious way. Although it was a bit mangled, it was still standing. Some minor pruning brought it back to a state of lovely symmetry.

Overall, Mike couldn’t have been happier with his purchase and Roger had no complaints. It was a win, win.

***

“So, the Mow-Bot nearly killed the neighbor’s cat while you were out last night,” Roger said one morning over eggs and toast. They were sitting at their small dining table in the breakfast nook. It was a lovely, sunlit room, and rivulets of steam lifted from their matching coffee mugs. It was not the kind of morning for discussing cat-death.

“What?” Mike asked.

“It did. It was really weird. Like, the cat was in our yard—”

“I hate that cat,” Mike interrupted.

Roger patted his hand. “Yes. I know. Anyway, the cat was in our yard last night when the Mow-Bot started irrigating. It’s as if the thing knew the cat was there, or something. It actually seemed to be following the cat. Chasing it.”

Mike scoffed. “If that stupid cat can’t outrun something as slow as the Mow-Bot, it deserves to get wet.”

“Didn’t you hear me? It almost killed the cat. It wasn’t spraying water, it was mowing.”

“Mowing? Are you sure?”

“Yes! If you’d been here, you’d know what I mean. It was making those horrible whirring, grinding noises. It was trying to mow the cat down.”

“It wasn’t trying to kill the cat,” Mike said. Honestly, Roger’s imagination was one of the things Mike loved most about him, but sometimes it was a bit much. “I’ll go check the settings and make sure it’s programmed to mow on Friday afternoons only. It’s probably just a glitch.”

 


EDITED BY:

DAN SHAURETTE

& EMERIAN RICH

STORIES BY:

H.E. ROULO, TIM O’NEAL, JERRY J. DAVIS, EMERIAN RICH, BILL DAVIDSON,

DANA HAMMER, NACHING T. KASSA, GARRETT ROWLAN, DAPHNE STRASERT

PHILLIP T. STEVENS, LAUREL ANNE HILL, CHANTAL BOUDREAU, GARTH VON BUCHHOLZ

Available now on Amazon!

 

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#KillSwitch excerpt: “SoulTaker 2.0”

As technology takes over more of our lives, what will it mean to be human, and will we fear what we’ve created? What horrors will our technological hubris bring us in the future?

Join us as we walk the line between progressive convenience and the nightmares these advancements can breed. From faulty medical nanos and AI gone berserk to ghost-attracting audio-tech and one very ambitious Mow-Bot, we bring you tech horror that will keep you up at night. Will you reach the Kill Switch in time?


A sneak peek inside…

SOULTAKER 2.0
EMERIAN RICH

Tory swigged a Red Bull too fast, causing pain to ripple down his esophagus. He twisted in his lopsided office chair as the massive gulp of carbonation traveled down. Pain wasn’t a stranger to him. Like most his age, with his coding skillz, he had tendonitis, carpal tunnel, tennis elbow, neck strain, you name it. His swelling hands throbbed with the inevitable ache from running out of Naproxen.

Drilling his fingers into the keyboard at an inhuman pace, he noticed an error in the hardcoding fifteen lines up on his screen.

“Fuck!” He clicked up into the jungle of text and typed over his error. With only an hour left to complete the project, Tory berated himself for such a newb mistake.

His Bluetooth headset buzzed, scaring the bejesus out of him. It seemed like every time the earpiece buzzed, a spark of electricity zapped into his ear. His grandpa was probably right, the thing would give him cancer one day.

“Tory,” his employer’s masked voice trilled the “r” and chilled his bones.

“Mr. D?”

“What are you doing to the code? Why are you altering it?” The voice dug into him, scraping at his insides like a cheese grater.

“I… I messed it up. I had to redo that part.”

“You’re behind schedule.”

“I know. It’ll be done by midnight, I swear.” Tory glanced at his digital clock, blinking a few times before his tired eyes made out the neon green numbers displaying 11:17.

“Imbecile!” the voice bellowed, making his ear ring and his whole being shudder. “Delivery by midnight means it has to be complete by ten till to push it out to the servers. Are you fucking kidding me? I paid you well for this job and you better damned well come through or there will be hell to pay. You hear me? Hell to pay!”

The line clicked dead before Tory could respond.

Tory stood, his legs stiff as he walked. He tripped over empty pizza boxes and pitched forward, into the bathroom. His place needed a bulldozer to carry away all the food delivery trash he’d amassed during the week he’d been tied to his computer. Unzipping his fly, he relieved himself, not really caring if he hit the target or not.

The gamer podcast he’d been listening to while working, caught his attention.

“You hear those money hungry bastards over at Dullahan Games are rolling out their new add-on pack, Reaper, without beta testing?”

“This is the most anticipated add-on pack since the creation of multi-player games. They made two million dollars the first twenty minutes of pre-orders and stand to top thirty mill by release. These gamers are willing to pay to be the first to see it, glitches be damned.”

Paid. Yes, think of the money. Still, Tory couldn’t remember what he’d be paid. Dollar signs mixed with hashtags, until he realized he was remembering a hex color code instead of a payday.

In less than an hour, he’d be set for life. He could sleep or get high or go to Sandra’s Halloween party. Shit. Halloween. The life of a hacker used to be much more fun, back in the day before special character passwords and cybercops, when his bot could crack a system code in under twenty minutes. When Halloween consisted of scamming credit to treat his crew to a night of drinking and lap dances.

But now he was legit, working on the most popular MMORPG on the planet, SoulTaker. The concept was simple. Gamers signed over their digital souls to live out their wildest fantasies in a suped-up cyberland where supernatural powers were norm. The add-on pack, Reaper, would be legendary. ‘Course his name wouldn’t be on it, but he had already let slip a viral email to gamers with his hacker handle so they would know.

Slumping back into the ancient desk chair, he squeezed his blurry eyes and smiled. Only three rows of code and he’d be done. His tired fingers flew across the keyboard. The guillemets and backslashes blended into a puzzle of sorts. Greater than, less than, equals. Only a code junky knew what the maze said. At his last keystroke, the zap came again in his ear.

“It’s done,” he said before Mr. D. could say anything.

“I don’t see…” A computer bleep interrupted his speech. “Ah… Very good.” The line clicked before Tory switched over to his bank and saw the funds wired in. All the stress from the endless hours of coding crippled him. His hands were like giant claws, his body wouldn’t move. The clock flipped to 12:00.

Toggling over to the game, Tory logged into the server to watch players devour his newest creation. Just a few minutes basking in his glory and then he’d hit the hay for a well-deserved sleep.

He watched as character after character rezzed and speech bubbles exploded on the screen.

Severed13: Whoa! Awesome!
CallMeHeaven: I can’t believe we’re in!
HellBoot: Fuckin’ epic!

The upgrade included a “soul reaping” that would cause your character to gain even more supernatural powers. Little red flags appeared over each avatar in turn.

SOUL OFFICIALLY REAPED


EDITED BY:

DAN SHAURETTE

& EMERIAN RICH

STORIES BY:

H.E. ROULO, TIM O’NEAL, JERRY J. DAVIS, EMERIAN RICH, BILL DAVIDSON,

DANA HAMMER, NACHING T. KASSA, GARRETT ROWLAN, DAPHNE STRASERT

PHILLIP T. STEVENS, LAUREL ANNE HILL, CHANTAL BOUDREAU, GARTH VON BUCHHOLZ

Available now on Amazon!

 

 

#NGHW Editor’s Picks

HorrorAddicts.net continues our Horror Bites series with a bundle of new fiction by our Next Great Horror Writer Contestants.

Featuring work by:

Jonathan Fortin
Naching T. Kassa
Daphne Strasert
Jess Landry
Harry Husbands
Sumiko Saulson
Adele Marie Park
Feind Gottes
JC Martínez
Cat Voleur
Abi Kirk-Thomas
Timothy G. Huguenin
Riley Pierce
Quentin Norris
With introduction by Emerian Rich.

HorrorAddicts.net is proud to present our top 14 contestants in the Next Great Horror Writer Contest. The included stories, scripts, and poems are the result of the hard work and dedication these fine writers put forth to win a book contract. Some learned they loved writing and want to pursue it as a career for the rest of their lives. Some discovered they should change careers either to a different genre of writing or to a new career entirely. Whatever lessons came along the way, they each learned something about themselves and grew as writers. We hope you enjoy the writing as much as we did.

Just 99 cents at Amazon.com

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A sneak peek inside…

INTRODUCTION

by Emerian Rich

The Next Great Horror Writer Contest was such an awesome experience, I don’t think we could have imagined what excitement it would bring to our listeners and what success it would inspire in the contestants. Being the first ever Next Great Horror Writer Contest in HorrorAddicts.net history, it certainly made Season 12 an adventure.

HorrorAddicts.net has had writer competitions for quite some time. Starting in 2009, we hosted the Wicked Women Writers Competition where women horror writers wrote and produced a short audio story with a theme chosen by us. In 2011, the men wanted a stab at it and we launched the male equivalent contest, Masters of Macabre.

Both of these competitions required the writer to record and produce stories on their own. At times, we allowed alternate voices for entertainment effect, but the main point was to have the author podcast their own work. We were podcast authors after all and expected the same sort of dedication from the contestants.

Over time—and following the great pod-fade of 2012, caused mostly by Mevio suddenly dropping all of their free accounts without notice—the contest entries waned. There were still contestants, but not as many podcast authors and those that were still trucking, were dealing with the new era of audiobooks Audible had ushered in and how to transfer to ACX. However, there were still writers wishing to complete, they just weren’t educated on the podcasting bit. At this same time, there were suggestions of combining the men and women’s contest and including our alums in the race, but none of it excited me.

In an attempt to evolve the contest, I dreamed big. This next contest had to be something that authors would clamor to enter. It would have to offer a prize that went beyond badges and horror gift packs—although those gift packs are pretty cool!

I asked myself, what do all authors want? Well, book deals of course, acceptance letters, and royalty payments. I knew we could offer small short story publications, but what if I could get them a chance to pitch their novel to a real publishing house in hopes of getting a deal?

I approached the well-known Crystal Lake Publishing first. They were well-respected by the horror community and we’d been acquainted with them through the show reviewing their books and featuring their authors. I offered Joe a choice. We could offer the winner a contract, or if he wasn’t prepared for that, just an interview for possible publication. When he said they could offer a contract, I about fell out of my chair. Now, it was real. Now, I really had to step it up.

If we were going to allow Crystal Lake Publishing to put their faith in our winner, that writer had to be tested beyond breaking point. They had to prove they had what it took to actually enter a real writing career. We settled on thirteen writing challenges, pushing the authors out of their comfort zones and asking them to meet insurmountable deadlines. But we weren’t completely heartless. We’d have mini-prizes along the way.

One of my fears upon launch was that given the tough challenges, no one would enter. But we were inundated with authors all clamoring for that grand prize. 137 writers grappled for the top spaces. Authors from 13 countries, 34 US states, ages 18-75, and from all different ethnicities and backgrounds answered our call.

It was a tough decision picking the top ones. We graded every part of the application process from why they thought they were a horror addict, what genres they most liked to write, their goals as a writer, why they enrolled, their online presence, and most importantly, their 100-word story submitted for entry. The story took half the grade while their application answers took the other half.

Only a chosen few would go on to compete. Dan Shaurette, Heather Roulo, and I spent hours pouring over the top twenty, comparing stories, their answers to questions, and how we thought each of them would compete. Not only did we strive to get a diverse list with men, women, and people from different countries, but we also wanted those who gave creative answers to questions. Did their answers to these seemingly ambiguous questions make us want to read more? Was their viewpoint original? Would they be someone both our US and our listeners abroad would be interested in following for a whole season?

Finally, we rested on the top contestants and the contest began. The following stories, scripts, and poems are the result of the hard work and dedication these fine writers put forth to win a book contract. Some learned they loved writing and want to pursue it as a career for the rest of their lives. Some discovered they should change careers either to a different genre of writing or to a new career entirely. Whatever lessons came along the way, they each learned something about themselves and grew as writers.

HorrorAddicts.net is proud to present our top 14 contestants in the Next Great Horror Writer Contest. We hope you enjoy the writing as much as we did…To read the stories, click here.

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HorrorAddicts.net

for Horror Addicts, by Horror Addicts

Listen to the HorrorAddicts.net podcast for the latest in horror news, reviews, music, and fiction.

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Quoth the Raven Anthology Awarded 1st Place in the Critters Readers Poll!

Critters Readers Poll awarded 1st place to the Camden Park Press anthology,

QUOTH THE RAVEN

featuring

“MY ANNABEL”
BY EMERIAN RICH

The works of Poe were dark and often disturbing. From dismembered corpses, rivals bricked behind cellar walls, murders in back alleys, laments for lost loves, obsessions that drive men – and women! – to madness, his stories have had a profound impact on both the horror and mystery genres to this day.

In Quoth the Raven, we invite you to answer the call of the raven and revisit Poe’s work, re-imagined for the twenty-first century. Here, the lover of mystery and Gothic horror will find familiar themes in contemporary settings, variations on Poe’s tales, and faithful recreations of the author’s signature style.

Contains stories and poems by Aryan Bollinger, Brian Ellis, Chris Abela, Donea Lee Weaver, Edward Ahern, Emerian Rich, Frank Coffman, Gregory J. Wolos, Hugh J.O’Donnell, John Kiste, Kara Race-Moore, Karen Robiscoe, Kenneth C. Goldman, Lauryn Christopher, Lawrence Berry, Matthew M. Montelione, Melanie Cossey, Penelope Paling, R.C. Scandalis, Sarah Murtagh, Scott Wheelock, Sidney Williams, Sonora Taylor, Stephanie L. Harper, Steven R. Southard, Susan McCauley, Tiffany Michelle Brown, Tonia Kalouria, and Vicki Weisfeld.

New Reading from Emerian Rich! Darkling’s Beasts and Brews

New Reading from Emerian Rich!
Darkling’s Beasts and Brews: Poetry with a Drink on the Side

Welcome to the Machlelf Cemetery! Featuring your favorite graveyard host, Darkling introduces you to some of the beasts and creatures roaming around Lycan Valley and shares many of her favorite recipes and concoctions from Darkling’s Recipe Box.

Featuring Emerian’s poem,
“Plague Ship”

Includes more than 70 alcohol and non-alcohol drink recipes and corresponding poems in 7 categories: Coffee and Tea, Cocktails and Mixed Drinks, Smoothies, Milkshakes, Shots, Punch and special Bonus Clown Recipes section.

Cover design by Kealan Patrick Burke, Darkling art by M Wayne Miller, Interior clown art by Stephen Cooney.

Published by LVP Publications.

Tonight and this weekend – Meet Emz!

Events this week!
October 11th, 13th, and 14th!

 

Thursday, October 11th

Join us for the second annual Tales of Horror.
Costumed authors will read from their scary works!
Emerian Rich, Trinity Adler, Sumiko Saulson, R.L. Merrill,
S.G. Browne, Loren Rhoads, E.M. Markoff,
J. Malcolm Stewart, Mercy Hollow will read their
chilling tales.

Directions: 55 West Third Avenue, San Mateo, CA

Saturday & Sunday, October 13th & 14th

Join HorrorAddicts.net and authors Mercy Hollow, Emerian Rich, E.M. Markoff, and J. Malcolm Stewart at Sinister Creature Con. Look for us at a vendor table in the Main Hall.
Directions: 6151 H St, Sacramento, CA 95819

 

Tarot Visions Podcast Interviews Emerian Rich

TAROT VISIONS: CHATTING WITH EMERIAN RICH OF HORRORADDITS.NET

This week Rose and Jaymi chat with Emerian Rich of HorrorAddicts.net.
They discuss the treats of the fall holidays such as a new season of American Horror Story, a new Halloween Movie along with all the old favorites being shared on network TV, Pumpkin Spice things as well as exploring the whole Horror Genre. Emerian Rich talks about her projects and growing up where Horror in every aspect was banned which only increased her love of all the dark goodies she found. Enjoy this horror flavored episode of Tarot Visions.

New Fiction! Quoth the Raven – Inspired by Poe

Quoth the Raven

featuring

“My Annabel”
by Emerian Rich

The works of Poe were dark and often disturbing. From dismembered corpses, rivals bricked behind cellar walls, murders in back alleys, laments for lost loves, obsessions that drive men – and women! – to madness, his stories have had a profound impact on both the horror and mystery genres to this day.

In Quoth the Raven, we invite you to answer the call of the raven and revisit Poe’s work, re-imagined for the twenty-first century. Here, the lover of mystery and Gothic horror will find familiar themes in contemporary settings, variations on Poe’s tales, and faithful recreations of the author’s signature style.

Contains stories and poems by Aryan Bollinger, Brian Ellis, Chris Abela, Donea Lee Weaver, Edward Ahern, Emerian Rich, Frank Coffman, Gregory J. Wolos, Hugh J.O’Donnell, John Kiste, Kara Race-Moore, Karen Robiscoe, Kenneth C. Goldman, Lauryn Christopher, Lawrence Berry, Matthew M. Montelione, Melanie Cossey, Penelope Paling, R.C. Scandalis, Sarah Murtagh, Scott Wheelock, Sidney Williams, Sonora Taylor, Stephanie L. Harper, Steven R. Southard, Susan McCauley, Tiffany Michelle Brown, Tonia Kalouria, and Vicki Weisfeld.

Available Now!

Upcoming Events!

Emz is gearing up for a busy season! Besides the podcast finale, online events, and private events she is speaking at this fall, here are some public events you can catch her at!

Saturday, September 15th

Gain a deeper understanding of Catherine Morland by looking at her horror fan side. Was she just a silly young miss innocent of the real dangers of the world, or did she enjoy horror literature on a more intimate level in a way that fans of horror media today can relate to? Author Emmy Z. Madrigal (aka Emerian Rich) will give insight on this most misunderstood heroine.
Directions: 1375 Civic Drive, Walnut Creek, CA

Thursday, October 11th

Join us for the second annual Tales of Horror.
Costumed authors will read from their scary works!
Emerian Rich, Trinity Adler, Sumiko Saulson, R.L. Merrill,
S.G. Browne, Loren Rhoads, E.M. Markoff,
J. Malcolm Stewart, Mercy Hollow will read their
chilling tales.

Directions: 55 West Third Avenue, San Mateo, CA

Saturday & Sunday, October 13th & 14th

Join HorrorAddicts.net and authors Mercy Hollow, Emerian Rich, E.M. Markoff, and J. Malcolm Stewart at Sinister Creature Con. Look for us at a vendor table in the Main Hall.
Directions: 6151 H St, Sacramento, CA 95819

 

New Fiction! “Last Lullaby” in Crescendo of Darkness

Music has the power to soothe the soul, drive people to obsession, and soundtrack evil plots. Is music the instigator of madness, or the key that unhinges the psychosis within? From guitar lessons in a graveyard and a baby allergic to music, to an infectious homicidal demo and melancholy tunes in a haunted lighthouse, Crescendo of Darkness will quench your thirst for horrifying audio fiction.

HorrorAddicts.net is proud to present fourteen tales of murderous music, demonic performers, and cursed audiophiles.

Please enjoy an excerpt below from Crescendo of Darkness.

“Last Lullaby” by Emerian Rich

An opera diva is haunted by a dangerous secret which threatens to end her career and her life.

 

Sleep, love, it is not yet the dawn,

Angels guard thee, sweet love, til morn!

~”Berceuse de Jocelyn” by Benjamin Godard, 1888

 1893, London, England

 

Opera Diva, Claire Gravois, the famed French soprano will be performing her farewell concert at Her Majesty’s Theatre, Saturday evening…

Claire studied the newspaper photograph taken of her only a year before. Her strawberry blonde hair had been styled beautifully that day with it swept up into a cascade of curls falling over her shoulder. Although the photo was black and white, she remembered the vibrant color of the dress. It had come from the opera closet and she only wore it once for the publicity shot. Vibrant crimson with intricate beading across her bosom, the dress had brought out her green eyes, making them look ethereal in the grayscale photo.

A tear fell from her eye. She was haunted by her once vibrant skin, the confident smile, and the bright eyes of her still photo. It had been taken the night she was given the lead. A night she’d never forget, for not only had she received a standing ovation, it was also the night she had first seen HIM.

“Miss Gravois,” the stage director called, knocking on her dressing room door. “The newspaper man is here. Are you ready for him?”

She stashed the newspaper clipping under her jewelry box and took a deep breath.

Oui, send him in.” Claire’s gaze fell to her wrinkled hands and she pulled the long lace of her dressing gown sleeves over them. She was barely twenty, but her skin looked like that of a fifty-year-old woman. If she turned to look into the mirror to her right, she’d find her face just as aged, but she dared not. Not before meeting with the press.

She closed her eyes and remembered the vision of the girl from the photos. The girl who looked her age. The girl who had the confidence to become the most adored soprano in all the world.

A moment later the stage director opened the door. The newspaper man was rather tall for the doorway and reminded her of a marionette being handled by a child as he ducked into the room, clumsy limbs and all.

“Miss Gravois?” He held out a hand to shake, but she did not take it.

Oui.” She sat up straighter at her dressing table, back to the mirror.

“Or should I call you Mademoiselle?” He tipped his hat and took a seat opposite her.

“Miss Gravois is fine.”

“Thank you for agreeing to see me. I know you must be busy with rehearsals.”

If he only knew she hadn’t sung in two weeks for fear of using her voice. She just smiled as he stared at her curves. Men mesmerized by her beauty was nothing new. Even before her stardom, men couldn’t keep their gaze from her cascading hair, her bombshell form, and her shapely legs. When she was a chorus girl, they felt they could conquer her. As a famed diva, they were a little less willing to risk the price of putting their hands on her. Even in her aged state, they still stared with a hunger that sometimes scared her.

“You are just as beautiful as the rumors say.”

Merci.”

“They tell me you are retiring. The concert on Saturday will be your last performance before you retire?”

Oui.

“Why would you retire now, when your career is going so well? When you still pack houses and fetch quite a fee for entry? You aren’t ill are you?” His gaze was finally locked on her eyes instead of her other assets. Did he see the wrinkles there she tried to hide with makeup?

“No.” She swallowed back the lie. “I am simply…quitting while I’m ahead, you might say.”

“Good.” Relief swept his face. “What do you plan to do after?”

A good question. What would she do when her life-long passion was no longer available to her? She swallowed back tears, praying he didn’t notice.

“I shall return to my family home in France.”

“Will you still be in the music field? Teach perhaps?”

“No.” One thing she was certain about. She’d have to give up music completely. To be around it would be too tempting. “I’m not sure what I shall do to occupy my time. Right now, I am concentrating on my farewell concert, not after.”

“Well, you’ll have time to decide then. I hope you’ll keep our readers informed if your plans change.”

 

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To read the rest of this story and thirteen

other horror music shorts, check out:

 Crescendo of Darkness

Direct link: https://www.amazon.com/Crescendo-Darkness-Jeremiah-Donaldson/dp/1987708156

Edited by Jeremiah Donaldson

Cover by Carmen Masloski

HorrorAddicts.net Press

 Let music unlock your fear within.