Publication Announcement – The Sun Screams in Retrograde

I’m pleased to announce that my story “The Sun Screams in Retrograde” will be included in Turn to Ash, Vol. 2 – OPEN LINES.



From the publisher: Turn to Ash, Vol. 2 is a uniquely themed issue featuring the weird tale of Charles “Chuck” Leek’s strangest night hosting “The Late Night Leak,”  a call-in talk show focusing on things that go bump in the night. The frame story is written by Jonathan Raab, and the “calls” are written by several other authors, to be announced in the coming weeks.

I’m thrilled to be part of this unique volume. I’ll post links with ordering information when it becomes available, but in the meantime, you should pick up a copy of Volume 1.


Publication Announcement – Ecdysis (reprint)

I’m pleased to announce that my story “Ecdysis” will appear in the reprint horror anthology Killing it Softly from Digital Fiction Publishing. This is Digital Fiction Publishing’s 1st Best-of Women-in-Horror anthology, and I’m thrilled to be part of it. I’ll post ordering information when it becomes available.


Table of Contents

Torn Asunder by Rebecca Snow
Lambent Lights by H.R. Boldwood
Nosophoros by Christine Lucas
What the Rain Brings by Gerri Leen
Taking it for The Team by Tracie McBride
Killing it SoftlyHere We Go Round by Rie Sheridan Rose
Songs for Dead Children by Aliya Whiteley
Music in the Bone by Marion Pitman
All of a Heap by Jenner Michaud
Traitorous, Lying, Little Star by Suzanne Reynolds-Alpert
Truth Hurts by Carole Gill
A Trick of the Dark by Tina Rath
Abysmoira by Airika Sneve
Skin Deep by Carson Buckingham
Orbs by Chantal Boudreau
Rule of Five by Eleanor R. Wood
Guilty by Chance by Nidhi Singh
Ecdysis by Rebecca J. Allred
Coralesque by Rebecca Fraser
The Funhouse by Jo-Anne Russell
Graffiti by K. S. Dearsley
Complete by Amanda Northrup Mays
Ellensburg Blue by M.J. Sydney
Abandoned by Rose Blackthorn
The Call of the House of Usher by Annie Neugebauer
Ravens by Elaine Cunningham
Foxford by Sandra Kasturi
The Root by Jess Landry
Long Time, No See by Sarah Hans
Millie’s Hammock by Tory Hoke
Changed by Nancy Holder

Borderlands 6 Review: The British Fantasy Society

The British Fantasy Society has posted a favorable review of Borderlands 6 with a nod to my story, “The Last Plague Doctor.”

“The Last Plague Doctor” by Rebecca J. Allred is a spellbinding tale of plague and death, imbued with intense, dark lyricism of uncommon strength.

You can read the review in it’s entirety here, and if you haven’t already, pick up a copy of this amazing anthology by clicking the image below.




Interview: Medical and Macabre

Earlier this year, I was interviewed by author Gwendolyn Kiste, and the interview has recently posted on her blog. Among the questions addressed are:

So far, your fiction has been primarily horror. What first attracted you to the genre? Were you always a fan from childhood, or was it something you learned to love as you got older?

By day, you work as a pathologist. Do you find that elements of the medical industry often creep their way into your writing, or do you tend to keep your day job and your fiction mostly separate?

What upcoming projects are you working on?

Read the entire interview here.

Also, if you haven’t already done so, please consider picking up a copy of Borderlands 6. Trade paperback and Kindle copies are available from Amazon. Sadly, the publisher has done very little in the way of promotion and distribution for this volume, so any support in the way of reviews or sharing links would be greatly appreciated.


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Publication Announcement: When You See It

I’m pleased to announce that my story, “When You See It,” has been chosen to appear in Volume One of the Time Alone Press anthology trilogy LET US IN. The Table of Contents (see below) includes Ray Garton and John F.D. Taff.

“When You See It” is one of a handful of stories I’ve written so far inspired by the King in Yellow mythology. It almost received a subtitle (The Yellow Sign), but in the end I decided to keep it simple.

I’m thrilled to be a part of this project which is tentatively scheduled for an October release. Stay tuned for updates and ordering information.






THE LAST CALL Of DUTY by Billie Sue Mosiman

INTRUDER by Michael Hughes

“High Scool Guidance Counselor”- Poem by Kurt Newton


MERMAID CAVIAR by Victorya Chase

EMILY by Kristal Stittle

LET US IN“Wet Palms On The Glass”- Poem by Marc Lecard

DEATH IN MIAMI by Robin Wyatt Dunn

THE BUNNY SUIT by John F.D. Taff

DISCONNECTION by Susanne Braham

JAGGED SPACES by Robert Lamb

PREDATION by Erica Ruppert


3 A.M. by J. Rossi

THE SHAPE OF YOU by Samantha Murray

WHEN YOU SEE IT by Rebecca J. Allred

MICE TAKE TINY BITES by Ralph Robert Moore



THE COST OF PRETTY by Mimi Williams



Cover Art by Sergio Diaz


Numbers of the bEast

Open your eyes. Do you see?

The Sign is everywhere—yellow, like caution thrown into an autumn wind that whispers of danger. And Madness. Winding a shadowed path to the places where sane men dare not tread. To a beach of rusted bone. An ancient sea glittering black beneath the woeful glare of violet suns. A forgotten palace, its labyrinthine halls tarnished by aeons of unrelenting plague…

My eyes are open. I have seen. Never one content to merely follow, I pursue.

We meet in the dim, lamp-lit streets of my dreams. He knows me by the sickness burning inside. Recognizes the fever dripping from my fingertips, etching the echoes of unremembered memory upon sheaves of crumbling parchment.

He reaches into his robes. At first I think he’s withdrawn another smoke. Thin. Pale. Tightly wrapped. But he does not press it to his lips. Does not touch fire to its hollow, cylindrical frame. Something else, then. A scroll. Yellow ribbon knotted at its center. He offers it to me like a royal scepter.

Reaching through a veil of silver smoke, I pluck the scroll from his outstretched hand. It pulses, warm and fragile against my trembling flesh. I free the ribbon from its center, slipping the yellow fabric round a bare finger.

Inked upon the scroll a ring of decaying characters.

Open your eyes. Do you see?

Together, they form a sign.

A number.

An invitation.

There were others before me. Their blood stains the steps of the forgotten palace where they hold court in gilded halls—drinking, smoking, and making merry madness—forever…

He smiles. Asks if I can afford the price of admission.

I clutch my number and bleed.

*For Joe Pulver