Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Free Fiction for a Dark and Stormy Night

Well it has to be a dark and stormy night somewhere.  We have a fee good horror stories today, including "The Companion" by Ramsey Campbell and "A Terror" by Jeffrey Ford (illustrated to the left). There are some other good ones, so get them all.









Fiction
• At Nightmare Magazine: "The Companion" by Ramsey Campbell. Horror.
     "When Stone reached the fairground, having been misdirected twice, he thought it looked more like a gigantic amusement arcade. A couple of paper cups tumbled and rattled on the shore beneath the promenade, and the cold insinuating October wind scooped the Mersey across the slabs of red rock that formed the beach, across the broken bottles and abandoned tyres."

• At HiLobrow: "The Clockwork Man  Part 19" by E.V. Odle. Science Fiction. 1922.
      "It must remain for ever a question for curious speculation as to what action might have been taken by Doctor Allingham and Gregg in conjunction, had they been able to pursue their investigation of the Clockwork man upon a thorough-going scale; for while their discussions were taking place the subject of them escaped from his confinement in the coal cellar."

• At Tor.com: "A Terror" by Jeffrey Ford. Dark Fantasy / Horror.    
      "She pulled back the counterpane and moved to the edge of the bed. There, she rested; her bare feet on the cold floor, letting the night’s hush, like between the heaves of storm, settle her. Only when a fly buzzed against the windowpane did she remember everything."

Flash Fiction
  • At Daily Science Fiction: "The Negotiation" by D. Thomas Minton. Fantasy.
  • At Every Day Fiction: "Idiot Robot" by Shane D. Rhinewald. Science Fiction.

E-Books
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Audio Fiction
• At Nightmare Magazine: "The Companion" by Ramsey Campbell. Horror.
     "When Stone reached the fairground, having been misdirected twice, he thought it looked more like a gigantic amusement arcade. A couple of paper cups tumbled and rattled on the shore beneath the promenade, and the cold insinuating October wind scooped the Mersey across the slabs of red rock that formed the beach, across the broken bottles and abandoned tyres."
• At StarShipSofa: "Running on Two Legs" by Eugie Foster.Magical Realism.
      "My mother used to tell stories of how I talked to animals when I was a little girl. And then she’d laugh when she described how indignant I got because no one believed they talked back." Text here.

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