My ‘Blood Magic’ in WordCrafter Press’ Midnight Roost Anthology

I asked fellow Midnight Roost anthology contributors to share some things about themselves prior to publication and those generous enough to do so will be appearing here for the next week or so.

Each entry gives a taste of their contribution, a little about them, how to contact them, how their story came about, and definitely a link to Midnight Roost (which you should purchase because it would make each and every one of us happy.
you do want to make us happy, don’t you?
i mean, considering what we wrote, you want us to know you’re a good person, right?).

Let’s start with a Hallowe’en-themed introduction to the anthology as a whole:

Blood Magic is the second of three of my pieces in Midnight Roost. Here’s the opening:

Julia danced among oaks and ash, two short steps towards Eric, two long steps away, always drawing him into the hollow, always a hand or two beyond his reach. Once one of her long, blonde braids brushed the back of his hand and he almost had her, but he wasn’t quick enough, never quick enough.
“You’re such an old woman, Eric.”
Eric stopped as Julia entered a copse of ancient, dark boled trees. His hands staid his knife and axe—good forester’s tools his father gave him—swinging at his belt. “We are too far from the village.”
“Says your grandmother, who brings apples to any who will listen.”
“The Old Ones remember— ”
“The old ones are old.” She disappeared among the trees.

How the story came about:
Blood Magic is one of those stories which went through several versions before seeing the light of day, and all based on going apple-picking with friends back in 1994(!). A little girl bit into an apple and burst into tears. She threw the apple down and acted as if it bit her back. There was no obvious reason for it, and that image of a cursed or biting apple stuck.
Previous titles were Tag, The Apple, The Witch, and finally Blood Magic. The core (forgive the pun) remained consistent, its expression went through more evolutions than the titles indicate. There was always the concept of the witch, the apple, Eric, and Julia. The story originally ended with Julia biting the apple and hearing laughter. She puts the apple down on a table and it turns, revealing the witch’s face laughing at her.
That ending was okay but I always knew there was more to the story. It literally went through twenty-eight versions before what you read now in Midnight Zoo.
Even then, the story in the anthology is actually the opening of Tag, a novel due out in Spring 2024. Same core (oy!) concepts but now written into a Medieval murder mystery which takes place in Eastern Europe after the Crusades.
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My ‘The Beach’ in WordCrafter Press’ Midnight Roost Anthology

I asked fellow Midnight Roost anthology contributors to share some things about themselves prior to publication and those generous enough to do so will be appearing here for the next week or so.

Each entry gives a taste of their contribution, a little about them, how to contact them, how their story came about, and definitely a link to Midnight Roost (which you should purchase because it would make each and every one of us happy.
you do want to make us happy, don’t you?
i mean, considering what we wrote, you want us to know you’re a good person, right?).

Let’s start with a Hallowe’en-themed introduction to the anthology as a whole:

The Beach is one of three of my pieces in Midnight Roost. Here’s the opening:

He found the gate. His hands remembered the twists and turns of the road and he guided his Maybach to a beach he hadn’t seen in forty years.
Moss and ivy grew over the gate’s red brick pillars, once clearly visible, striking in their elegantly manicured columns and granite-ball tops obscured by leaves and branches; its rusted black angels, their wings spread wide in flight—or warning. He never knew which—swung back from the road and into the overgrowth, the once firm hinges and hasps now slipping and twisted.
Birch and elm canopied the long twisting driveway, scrub pine marked its edges. Potholes blistered the once smooth pavement and roots broke through, scarring the surface.
He guided his Maybach at a crawl to its final destination, an animal wary in unfamiliar surroundings.

How the story came about:
The Beach is based on actual beach I discovered my first time through college. Pretty much everything in the story is based on what really happened…except killing. The killing is specific to the story. Aside from that, riding my bike, discovering the cove, seeing the mansions, even returning after successes in business (although just to see if the beach still existed, not to develop the property) are all based on actual events from my life.
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Christopher Barilli’s ‘Shaken’ in WordCrafter Press’ Midnight Roost Anthology

I asked fellow Midnight Roost anthology contributors to share some things about themselves prior to publication and those generous enough to do so will be appearing here for the next week or so.

Each entry gives a taste of their contribution, a little about them, how to contact them, how their story came about, and definitely a link to Midnight Roost (which you should purchase because it would make each and every one of us happy.
you do want to make us happy, don’t you?
i mean, considering what we wrote, you want us to know you’re a good person, right?).

Let’s start with a Hallowe’en-themed introduction to the anthology as a whole:

Christopher’s contribution is Shaken. Here’s the opening:

The crying started at one-thirty a.m., but Misty was already wide-awake. She’d been on the losing end of a staring contest with the red LED on her baby monitor, convinced she wouldn’t hear little Sammy if he cried. Yet when the cries came, she not only heard, but knew they weren’t from Sammy.

How the story came about:
This story was born from a news story I heard on the radio many years ago, a story about a couple who was picking up another baby’s crying in another state on their own baby monitor. That story spawned an idea for a whole novel, actually, about people who follow random radio signals on their monitor and are swept up in a terrifying murder plot, involving their own child. That novel may still come out someday, but I was writing a different full-length work at the time, so I went with the short story version. Thus, shaken was born.
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Robert Kostanczuk’s ‘A Visitant Comes to the Window’ in WordCrafter Press’ Midnight Roost Anthology

I asked fellow Midnight Roost anthology contributors to share some things about themselves prior to publication and those generous enough to do so will be appearing here for the next week or so.

Each entry gives a taste of their contribution, a little about them, how to contact them, how their story came about, and definitely a link to Midnight Roost (which you should purchase because it would make each and every one of us happy.
you do want to make us happy, don’t you?
i mean, considering what we wrote, you want us to know you’re a good person, right?).

Let’s start with a Hallowe’en-themed introduction to the anthology as a whole:

Robert’s contribution is A Visitant Comes to the Window. Here’s the opening:

At first a bothersome thing, the bug noise became a lulling rhythm of nature for Pike Ansblath.
He accepted the ruffled bleating as part of summer.
One night, while lying on the couch, Pike tried to pin down what the noise sounded like.
It was, he determined, basically a whistle… with a little ripple effect.
A neighbor who overheard it one day likened the sound to a muted chirp; that made sense, too.
The sounds of summer insects always confused Pike. They blurred into one hodgepodge… crickets, flies, bees, etc.
Who cared?
He got mad at himself for thinking about bugs so much. There were other fish to fry — his love life, for instance, was motoring along quite swimmingly.

How the story came about:
The night sounds of bugs during the summer always intrigued me. I wanted to turn that into something darker, and combine it with a protagonist who’s a young lothario. I thought the combination would be quirky in an interesting way. Then, I introduced an insect like no other.
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Kaye Lynne Booth’s ‘Melina’ in WordCrafter Press’ Midnight Roost Anthology

I asked fellow Midnight Roost anthology contributors to share some things about themselves prior to publication and those generous enough to do so will be appearing here for the next week or so.

Each entry gives a taste of their contribution, a little about them, how to contact them, how their story came about, and definitely a link to Midnight Roost (which you should purchase because it would make each and every one of us happy.
you do want to make us happy, don’t you?
i mean, considering what we wrote, you want us to know you’re a good person, right?).

Let’s start with a Hallowe’en-themed introduction to the anthology as a whole:

Kaye’s contribution is Melina. Here’s the opening:

Melina flips her tail playfully at her little sister, Elsbeth, who gives a mental titter and swims off in the opposite direction. She lets her gain some distance before flipping her tail to swim after the youngster. I promised to keep an eye on the youngster, not hold her captive. Little guppies need to have the freedom to explore and learn occasionally, too. When Elsbeth needed instruction, Melina need only to send a thought message, so all she had to do was stay in waters within the vicinity of the young mermaid. Elsbeth is a good kid, and she will blossom to become a fine mermaid soon.

How the story came about:
“Melina” began as a challenge to write a Merciless Mermaid story for the 2022 call for submissions for the Western State Colorado University and WordFire Press. I’d never written a mermaid story before, so I began researching to learn all I could about mermaids. Legends about mermaids vary, but they are not all Disney’s Ariel. Some claim mermaids have the ability to enchant men with their song and are often confused or combined with the sirens who drew many a sailor to their deaths just by singing their eerie song. Other tales told of mermaids who traded tail for legs and became landbound to live among humans. Still others reported mermaids who devoured their mates, with sharp teeth and glowing eyes.
The character of Melina is a young mermaid who sacrifices herself to a fisherman’s net to save her younger sister. Due to her young age, she’s only just started her mermaid training, so throughout the story, she discovers how to use her powers out of necessity. Her captors aren’t very nice or very bright, and she finds herself trapped with no one to come to her aid. Since I was still learning about mermaids, my character was, too.
But there lies the problem, because that single altruistic act of sacrificing herself, meant to endear her with readers as a sympathetic character they could relate to, left me with a character who was naive and sort of innocent, not very merciless at all. How do you make an dark protagonist?
I wrote this story by the seat of my pants, letting the characters steer the plot. My character kept saving people at her own expense, instead of doing evil deeds. Because of this, I pretty much knew it wouldn’t make it into the Merciless Mermaid anthology. Melina just wasn’t scary enough. The story wasn’t dark enough. I was hoping to at least draw comment from the Merciless Mermaids editorial team, but alas, my story was rejected in the first round with no editorial comment. Even before I got the rejection letter, I started planning the rewrite for this year’s dark fiction anthology from WordCrafter Press.
I tried a number of techniques to make my young mermaid scarier, and give the story a darker tone. I revealed her feelings of strength and powerfulness when she takes her first life. She still saves a life by taking a life, so it isn’t truly an evil act. She was strong enough and smart enough to take action to save herself. I tried to make her more devious.
I realized part of the problem was the human female character, who was older, and more confident, and viewed herself as Melina’s rival. I figured that if Melina could turn her rival into an ally, it would help make her a stronger character. So, that’s what I did. Or at least, what I aimed for. The final result is a character who readers can empathize with, who is only as merciless as she needs to be. And a dark story that might be funny at times in a dark humor sort of way. It’s my story in Midnight Roost: Weird and Creepy Stories, and I hope you’ll give it a go.
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