Nancy m. long
It's official, "Dinah" is out! This is the story of a girl going through her parents divorce. She finds a mask in her mom's antique delivery and soon discovers there is much more to it than the leather and string it's made out of.
Through the power of the mask she's able to finally feel comfort after feeling tossed aside by all those that loved her. However, just as she's finding relief the trouble just grows for her family. She has to decide how important they really are to her.
This is just number two in a long series of bi-weekly stories. I like to think that I'm channeling back to the good old days of horror television. I used to be obsessed with shows like"Tales from the crypt" and "Are you afraid of the dark". Sure, today we have "American Horror Story", and I have my podcasts and short story magazines I subscribe to, but they don't always have the specific flavor of story that I'm looking for. So what else can I do but fill the internet with stories I want to read and watch?
Stay tuned for the next story, "Little Sparrow", a story about a little boy who discovers the world in a box.
Wow, starting to put my writing out into the world has been an emotional roller coaster. I've learned that there really is a market for my particular brand of horror writing.
Recently I put my story, "We Were Soap" onto a subreddit called nosleep. I was hoping for a chance to get noticed by my favorite podcast thenosleeppodcast.com. As I watched, my upvotes just kept going up and really encouraging comments were coming in. My favorite being of course, "Absolutely f***ing brilliant!" -momosteward, subreddit/nosleep.
Within five hours I got a request by a podcast, not the one I was aiming for, to present my story. By this time I was jumping in circles squealing "EEEEEE" to the terror of my cats.
After not getting my preferred podcasts notice I sent a hail Mary email expecting my first rejection letter. Instead I got an offer of actual cash money and a spot on the show that I listen to everyday.
My favorite part of all of this is how much fun this story was to write. There wasn't a second of it that felt like work. I was more concerned that what I considered fun wouldn't carry over to the readers. I can't say how happy I am that it did carry over. ^_^
If you'd like to hear "We Were Soap" performed by professional voice actors and listen to a great horror podcast check out thenosleeppodcast.com. The airdate is 9/18/17.
If you would like to read "We Were Soap" for free check it out on smashwords.com
"Really enjoyed Nancy M. Long's "We Were Soap" - very evocative and creepily romantic, in the vein of Joe Lansdale's "I Tell You It's Love". The little detail about the exfoliating properties of bone in the soap was shuddersomely memorable!"
Bedtime Stories is officially my first fiction publication. My plan is to write longer pieces to publish on Amazon twice a month. But I'm excited to have this collection of three short stories up. In this collection there is "Noise", "The Hunger", and "We Were Soap".
I wrote "Noise" one evening while sitting on the couch in the livingroom. It was nighttime and the garden side widows still had open curtains. The windows just looked black except for something occasionally swaying across the window in the wind. The house was quiet except for all of those little house noises. I consider myself a little more sensitive to noise than others, more so back when I wrote "Noise", so it felt like a loud evening ticking and buzzing and creaking around me. It occured to me that I didn't know what kept moving across the window. It kept grabbing my attention. I was originally reading but after so many times looking up, distracted by the sudden movement outside I finally put down my book and wrote out what I felt like was happening.
For “The Hunger” I pulled from the days when I lived almost entirely on coffee and cigarettes. I wasn’t hungry but I wasn’t well nourished either. It’s a very particular feeling when you’re not hungry but your body is. I had also been reading a lot of Lovecraft and Ray Bradbury at the time of writing and was trying to write a short story that might mix both styles. Both authors wrote short stories for horror magazines during times when you could still make money doing so. The internet has now made things both easier and more difficult.
“We Were Soap” is my favorite out of the three stories. This is one of the stories that might turn into a longer piece someday in the future. It's a mix of concepts and characters from my real life (not the murderous cannibalism bits) from the hot dog vendor to the Saturday Farmers Market booth. It's one of those stories that I can think of while walking around town, seeing of all the places the characters might have been and thinking what might have happened there. I can't pass the hot dog cart without wondering who's in the meat tonight. It's also one that I have a playlist for. I listened to this playlist throughout the writing process.