REBLOG: Fictionalized Reality’ by Mary Parker, #author of The Endless Hallway | #horror #DarkFiction #Book #GuestEssay @Sirens_Call

Fictionalized Reality

by Mary Parker

The Endless Hallway is a novella about a young mother’s struggles with postpartum depression and anxiety (PPDA). It is my story.

Well, a fictionalized version of my reality.

While in therapy to recover from PPDA, I spoke with my therapist about the story I was writing. I tend to start everything as a short story – that keeps the pressure off. I was dealing with so much internal pressure already; I didn’t want to add lofty ambitions like novella or novel. We brainstormed and troubleshot the ideas I had. I was stuck on the ending – or, rather, I didn’t know where the story should go. At the time, I wanted Molly to conquer the monster because I desperately needed to conquer my own mental illnesses.

“What would be the benefits of having this monster captive?” my therapist asked me.

I had no answer. I was wrapped up in putting my life on the page, to purge the darkness from my psyche. I desperately wanted life to imitate the art I was creating. But that’s not how life works. I got stuck. Writer’s block for months. My PPDA relapsed.

As I started back up the mountain of recovery, the ending of The Endless Hallway revealed itself to me. I decided to document the two weeks of my life over holiday break in my notes app. I would make little observations of what happened each day and weave the monster into those days.

It was not difficult to toe the line between reality and fiction. In a lot of ways, I am Molly, but not totally. For example, I never felt the urge to harm my daughter. My husband is not Cory (he is much more active in my life than the character is in the story – this is because Molly feels completely isolated). I tried to keep the most intimate details of our life private, but the darkness of PPDA stains the pages of my life and the novella.

In all, I was in recovery for nine months, from the time my daughter was six months old. I wrote the novella during that time, over my lunch breaks at work. I poured my heart into this book. Every dark thought, every depraved dream, I bled onto the page. I also let my love and devotion for my husband and daughter flood the pages. They are, without a doubt, the best things that ever happened to me. They are my everything.

I think that writers put a piece of themselves into everything they write. I think you must to be able to create – there is a truthful base for everything. But for this novella, there was no other way than to put my life, my thoughts, my sickness, into words. Thankfully, my husband approved everything I wrote. It helped him understand what I was going through, like I hope this novella will help the public better understand PPDA. We can create our own destinies, like I created the perfect world to house my monsters.

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The Endless Hallway
Mary Parker

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Molly has it all: a good job, a handsome husband, and a beautiful new baby. Her life is everything she once hoped it would be. But something sinister lurks within the walls of her tiny townhouse.

A strange voice echoes from the darkness as Molly rocks her infant to sleep. Lights that were left on suddenly turn off. In the middle of the night, a thin, pale arm reaches over the rails of the crib to grasp for the baby with fierce, jagged claws.

Are the visions that haunt Molly a subconscious warning or something far more vicious?

The Endless Hallway is currently available on:

Amazon: US | UK | Germany | France | Spain | Italy | The Netherlands | Japan | Canada | Australia

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR — Mary Parker is a horror author and journalist from Southern Illinois. She has worked for examiner.com and horrornews.net. A collection of short stories, Predilection, was published in 2009. Her work can also be found in the anthologies Vampires Aren’t Pretty and Slaughter House: The Serial Killer Edition, Vol. 2. Her story, Sweet Nightmares, placed in the top 100 of Wattpad’s Horror Contest sponsored by TNT. She is a proud contributor to, supporter of, ans past ambassador of Women in Horror Month. Visit her Amazon Author Page at: Mary Parker.

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REBLOG: A Monstrous Evolution, by Mary Parker – author of The Endless Hallway | #Horror #DarkFiction #Book #Creepy @Sirens_Call

Reblogged from Lee Andrew Forman:

A Monstrous Evolution

by Mary Parker

The Endless Hallway features a creature that has haunted me since I was a teenager. This vile thing, with disgusting claws, rows of teeth, and black, void-like eyes, has featured in my writings for two decades. As the years go by, its appearance gets worse and worse: a monstrous evolution that personifies my mental illnesses.

My senior year of high school, I went with my parents to spend the weekend at my grandparents’ house.  They lived in a small town about 75 minutes away from us.  On the drive down, I listened to music, daydreaming as I watched miles of hills and highway pass by. Suddenly it appeared to me: an emaciated human-like creature, completely bald with shiny, slimy skin, no nose, two gaping voids for eyes, mangled claws, and vicious teeth.  I imagined the creature standing in front of me, opening its mouth to inhuman levels, and swallowing my head. I didn’t know if this was my depression consuming me or setting me free.

This image stuck with me, and I immediately wrote about it in the composition notebook I always carried with me.  Over the next several months I wrote a story featuring this creature, but more in link with a vampire – think of a play on Nosferatu.  In this iteration, the monster’s main features were rows of fangs and knotted, gnarly hands with claws, along with the bald head and void-like eyes.  Later, I wrote a short story featuring the creature that was a meditation on how depression shapes a person’s growth from adolescence to adulthood.  In both stories, the ending was more finite: in the first, the monster is burned to death; in the latter, it swallows the protagonist.

A decade on, I got married and had my daughter. Postpartum depression and anxiety hit me hard.  Again, I imagined the creature looming over me, ready to strike.  This time it was more disgusting and vicious: now its teeth dripped black ooze and its mangled, jagged claws were ready to take everything from me. As I rocked my daughter to sleep, I vowed I would not let it.

Instead, I wrote it all down.  I owned the monster and made it do my bidding. On the page, it couldn’t hurt me.  The depression could threaten us, it could lurk around every corner of the life I always wanted, but it would never touch us. 

Yet, as I finished The Endless Hallway, I found the ending was more ambiguous.  Age had taught me that the depression never really goes away.  Instead, we would live with it, like a haunting; deal with it whenever it decided to show its monstrous face.  There’s a comfort in that, a comfort in knowing that while we can’t always defeat our demons, we can always overcome them.

Even if we still check the baby monitor for claws creeping through the bars of the crib, and double-check the corners of the baby’s room for dark figures.

Picture of the Creature drawn by the author in 2005.  From the author’s writing scrapbook.

The Endless Hallway

by Mary Parker

Molly has it all – a good job, a handsome husband, a beautiful new baby, and a supportive family. Her life is everything she once prayed it would be. But something sinister is lurking within the walls of her tiny townhouse. A strange voice comes from the darkness as Molly rocks her infant to sleep. Lights that were left on are suddenly turned off. Molly has nightmares in which her husband’s throat is slit. In the middle of the night, a thin, pale arm reaches over the rails of the crib and lunges for the baby with fierce, jagged claws. The voice in the darkness soon seems to be coming from inside Molly’s head.

Are the visions Molly has been haunted by a subconscious warning or something more vicious?

Paperback and Kindle available on Amazon:

US | UK | Germany | France | Spain | Italy | The Netherlands | Japan | Canada | Australia

About the Author:

Mary Parker is a horror author and journalist from Southern Illinois. She has worked for examiner.com and horrornews.net. A collection of short stories, Predilection, was published in 2009. Her work can also be found in the anthologies “Vampires Aren’t Pretty” and “Slaughter House: The Serial Killer Edition, Vol. 2.” Her story “Sweet Nightmares” placed in the Top 100 of Wattpad’s Horror Contest sponsored by TNT. She is a proud contributor to, supporter of, and past ambassador of Women in Horror Month.

Visit Mary’s Amazon Author Page at: Mary Parker

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RELEASE: The Endless Hallway, by Mary Parker | #Horror #DarkFiction #Book #BookRelease @Sirens_Call

Sirens Call Publications is pleased to announce its latest release…

The Endless Hallway

by Mary Parker

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Molly has it all: a good job, a handsome husband, and a beautiful new baby. Her life is
everything she once hoped it would be. But something sinister lurks within the walls of her
tiny townhouse. 

A strange voice echoes from the darkness as Molly rocks her infant to sleep.
Lights that were left on suddenly turn off. In the middle of the night, a thin, pale arm
reaches over the rails of the crib to grasp for the baby with fierce, jagged claws. 

Are the visions that haunt Molly a subconscious warning or something far more vicious?

The Endless Hallway is currently available on:

Amazon:US | UK | Germany | France | Spain | Italy | The Netherlands | Japan | Canada | Australia

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR — Mary Parker is a horror author and journalist from Southern Illinois. She has worked for examiner.com and horrornews.net. A collection of short stories, Predilection, was published in 2009. Her work can also be found in the anthologies Vampires Aren’t Pretty and Slaughter House: The Serial Killer Edition, Vol. 2. Her story, Sweet Nightmares, placed in the top 100 of Wattpad’s Horror Contest sponsored by TNT. She is a proud contributor to, supporter of, ans past ambassador of Women in Horror Month. Visit her Amazon Author Page at: Mary Parker.

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RELEASE: The Sirens Call eZine Summer 2022 Edition – Issue 58 | FREE Online #Horror and #DarkFic #eZine #magazine @Sirens_Call

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Summer 2022

The 58th issue of The Sirens Call comes in at whopping 239 pages containing 166 pieces of dark fiction and horror in the form of short stories, flash fiction, micro fiction, and dark poetry with an optional sub-theme of summer horror! This issue also features a new addition – Mike Lera’s Corridor of Horror – which will be an on-going column spotlighting those in the film industry.

Our features this month include artist Jeanette Andromeda who has shared 11 pieces of her artwork along with her beautifully crafted tale, Alice and the Toy Maker; a spotlight feature for the charity anthology, Dancing in the Shadows: A tribute to Anne Rice, which focuses on the team behind the project; we’ve also been given the opportunity to showcase Rebecca Rowland as our featured author who discusses The Question of Gender in Horror, and also offers us a peek into her newly released book, Shagging the Boss.

Please, grab a copy of the Zine for free, and don’t be shy about sharing it around!

Visit Sirens Call Publications to download a free copy!

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Angela Yuriko Smith @AngelaYSmith @darc_nina #LoH

The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!

The Language of Flowers
by Angela Yuriko Smith

This color suits you.

Purple, color of mourning

I will plant lilac

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to disguise the smells

of your transition from life

to post consumer.

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Salvia, I plant

though it can’t help you much now…

your longevity

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being what it is:

done. The language of flowers

a cacophony

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of conversation

where color and scent create

all the nuances.

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Dandelion last—

it is the final flower.

The golden blossoms

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are coins for passage

upon the silent ferry. 

The root drills straight down

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to the underworld.

The autumn leaves are bitter

like winter, like loss.

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They make no judgement

and treat all the graves the same.

When I see the seeds

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dancing in the Spring

I will be thinking of you

and planting new things.

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More from Angela Yuriko Smith:

Angela Yuriko Smith is an American poet, author and co-publisher of Space and Time magazine, a publication that has been printing speculative fiction, art and poetry since 1966. Together we build a poem as a community each month. Visit “Exquisite Corpse” at SpaceandTime.net to submit.

Catch up with Angela here!

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The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Naching T. Kassa @NachingKassa @darc_nina #LoH #fiction

The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Kim Richards @Kim_Richards @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!

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Clackity-Clack Jack
by Kim Richards

Jack’s eyes fluttered open. His head was down, chin resting on his chest. It took a moment for his vision to clear. The air smelled of sweat, dust, and heat. The sun shone weak daylight upon him.

Eventually he saw grey gravel filling in the space between horizontal wooden slats. On the left and right side, metal rails ran vertically. The whole think looked like a series of connected H shapes.

He lifted his chin and realized it was a set of train tracks parting yellow sun-dried grasses and weeds. The tracks disappeared in the distance within a copse of tall leafless oak and aspen trees.

A cold wind tussled his blonde hair and drew a line down his spine with an icy finger. Jack shivered.

What? Where…?

He tried to remember where he last was. A hotel room? His thoughts were still disconnected and unclear.

He realized he sat on a metal chair. His arms, chest, and ankles were tightly secured to the chair with black nylon rope. This wouldn’t do.

He strained and pulled on them to no avail. He tried to rock the chair from side to side. If he could fall over, he might be able to at least roll off of the train tracks. In his struggles, he noticed the chair was also tied to the track railings. Rocking the chair side to side did nothing.

Where’s Maria? he wondered.

Ah, he was with a woman…probably last night. Bits and pieces came to his memory. Still, he had no idea how he got here or who tied him to the chair on the train tracks.

Ahead, a horn blasted twice from the area of the trees. Jack looked up, confirming his notion that he heard a train. It crawled along the track like a black viper with a plume of white steam puffing from the flu atop the engine. He couldn’t recall anywhere near where he lived where an old timey train ran. Nowdays they were all the sleek, speeding fast trains. This one headed straight towards him.

Oh, shit!”

Frantic, Jack struggled to free his limbs, knock the chair loose, …anything. He screamed out when he remained securely in place.

The train drew closer. Jack heard the clickety-clack of its iron wheels propelling it along. The rude blast sounded again. Once, twice…a third and a fourth.

The conductor must’ve seen him because suddenly a loud screech of metal upon metal filled the air, drowning out Jack’s screams. At its speed, the breaks weren’t effective enough. The iron beast barreled down upon him.

Blast. Scream. Clackety-clack. Pain. Screech. Darkness and peace.

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Fiction © Copyright Kim Richards
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Nina D’Arcangela @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!

Tectonic Upheaval
by Nina D’Arcangela

From the chasm it rose, wings beating a false current. With a slap of its tail, limestone soldiers gave way to shards that matched the armor it wore. Fuel is what it sought. Evidenced by the dull gleam of cobalt eyes, it had been far too long since it last fed. Pitching to the left, it scented the vein. It grasped the granite facing with clawed foot, began to rip metamorphic rock from the range in chunks. A snort assured its failing eyes: the raw mineral reeked of potency. Slower now, with a delicacy not undue the task, it scraped and scratched with more finesse. As it extracted the raw sapphire needed for its survival, it calmed knowing it would soon sup again.

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More from Nina D’Arcangela:

Mental Ward: EXPERIMENTS

A dank basement, shadow filled hallways, the deep echo of a metal latch being thrown while faint screams are heard… These are the things you might experience in a place where the unspeakable happens, where conscientious action and moral turpitude turn a blind eye in the interest of advancing one’s own personal pursuits in the most deranged and unjustifiable manner. The type of place where power corrupts, and depravity runs rampant among those imbued with it. A place where the unfortunate are abandoned to the devices of those who convince themselves their actions are in the best interest of science.

Mental Ward: Experiments is a collection of ten short stories that demonstrate the worst of humanity’s ambition in the interest of ‘civilized’ advancement. Step into a world where sanity is left behind, and horror is what the doctor ordered!

Available on Amazon!

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Sue Renol @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!

The Purple Tongue
by Sue Renol

We don’t know where it came from. Some say the first of its kind it grew on the side of a cliff high in the Andes, others that it was found deep in the caves below West Virginia. Others still, claim that it was perched on a coral reef awaiting the opportunity to root in soil. What we do know is that when it was discovered, it was a worldwide sensation. ‘Give the Gift of Purple’ – that was the catch phrase.

Soon, the flower was so prodigious that it had spread to every country. It was the toast of the Great British Flower Show, crowded the Keukenhof in Holland, and found a home in every Grandma’s back yard. The plant became prolific overnight.

Two crucial point of interest regarding the viola-amerithis, otherwise known as ‘the purple tongue’ – it kills all indigenous flora surrounding it, and in juxtaposition to other known plant species, this one thrives on oxygen and emits carbon dioxide.

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Wicked Deeds: Witches, Warlocks, Demons and Other Evil Doer’s

Sometimes wicked people do wicked things simply because they can… The twelve stories in Wicked Deeds tell tales of witches and warlocks with ill intent, devilish demons bent on destruction, and other doers of evil who make the world a terrifying place. What is a mother to do when her daughter is gifted but lives under the thumb of her fanatical preacher husband who will brook no talk of the supernatural? What of a demon so desperate to free himself of a trap that he will force another to repeat his atrocities and condemn a young boy to his demonic fate? Or maybe the story of a crotchety old witch with a score to settle against the town she lives in is more to your liking – what evil will the seemingly harmless town-crazy call upon when faced with an ultimatum? If you’re looking for wicked people with supernatural abilities doing wicked things, this is the collection for you!

Available on Amazon!

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Terrie Leigh Relf @TLRelf @darc_nina #LoH #fiction

The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!

There Be Monsters 
by Terrie Leigh Relf

As children, we were warned not to venture too far beyond the rocky shoreline cliffs. While there were a few well-worn pathways, the cliffs were supposedly unstable. Rumors of disappearances were also common. If that didn’t put fear into our young minds, someone’s gran or gramps would add, “There be monsters,” with an ominous tone, teeth bared, hands twisted into claws, which would always cause us to burst into laughter.

Still, the idea of exploring what lay beyond the rocky cliffs intrigued us. Me, most of all. Since I minded my elders, I never did venture much further than a favorite ledge to watch the sun set. It would be quite a few years before I answered the call . . .

I set out one morning before it was too hot. The hike wasn’t all that challenging as I’d always been a bit spry. Once the path gave way to another large outcropping of rocks, some more stable than others, I slowed down my pace. When I sat down on a rock to have a drink and eat a bit of cheese and bread, I looked out toward the sea. It was high tide, which was unusual for this time of day. Nevertheless, it was a gorgeous morning with an occasional glint of silver as a fish, or some other creature, surfaced before diving back beneath the water.

Break over, I shoved myself up off the rock and it shifted in place. My nose twitched at a dank scent that emerged from beneath it. Curious, I wobbled then shoved harder. The rock teetered and fell to the side revealing an opening. I turned on my flashlight and pointed it down into the hole. There was plenty of room for me to climb through. Even though there was a bit of a drop, it seemed safe enough.

Once I’d clambered through, I discovered a well-worn path that descended into shimmering darkness. I turned on my flashlight and continued walking, wondering who or what had worn it so smooth. While the dank scent increased, a cool breeze accompanied it, which lead me to believe there must be breaches in the cave walls, or perhaps an exit to the beach. Thus far, I hadn’t seen any vegetation or signs of life. Not even a single crab or other scuttling creature. I shone my flashlight on the cave walls hoping for drawings or paintings, anything that would reveal the purpose of this cave, for surely it had once held a purpose.

The trail ended in a grotto where light and shadows played along the walls. Water trickled into tidepools. When I peered into one, it was strangely devoid of life. Not a single fish or anemone. While fresh air filled the space, I couldn’t find where it was coming from.

I sat down to drink some water and pulled my camera out of my backpack. After snapping several photos, I moved further into the cave. This time, the flash revealed a painting that seemed to pulsate with life. I walked closer, took a few more photos of the strange creature. It had the head of a woman and the body of an octopus. She was hideous in her beauty: Mesmerizing eyes, lips that parted in a slight smile, human hands that beckoned me closer. Whoever had drawn this was a true artist, and it dawned on me that this drawing was likely the origin of the monster stories from my childhood.

Curious, I stepped even closer, reached out a hand to trace the painting’s contours. Rather than feeling rough, cold rock, my fingers tingled as they sank into the cave wall, followed by my hand and arm. Before I could catch my breath, a strong wind swirled around and thrust me into her tentacled arms.

Agonizing moments passed as I tried to move my limbs to no avail. I screamed for help, but no one came . . . and then the descendants of the Old Ones began to whisper.

And so I remain here within this painting, my heart still beating, as a warning. This sleepy little beach town harbors a very old secret: These caves are a gateway to realms both ancient and strange. Yes, there be monsters, and I am now one. Come closer . . . yes, closer, and I will tell you another tale.

 

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More from author Terrie Leigh Relf:

The Sisterhood of the Blood Moon

For thousands of Earth years, the Transgalactic Consortium has had a quiet interest in this planet and its inhabitants, the Haurans. While the Sisterhood of the Blood Moon works together with the Consortium and Haurans to maintain balance in the universe, the Blood Moon is fast approaching. The power of this moon reveals untold secrets . . . including a sacred covenant with the Mora Spiders. There is an ancient pact that needs to be honored—but at what cost and for whose purpose? The world may come to an end. But will there be a chance for a new beginning?

Available for purchase from the Alban Lake Store!

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