Macabre and Monstrous

A Horror Anthology of Eldritch Space, Myth Monsters & Forest Frights
  Available now in digital and paperback!   Are you looking for some spooky short stories to get you through this Halloween? Cosmic, folk, or fantasy, there’s horror for everyone in Macabre and Monstrous! Emily Armstrong, K. S. Bishoff (Dazzlinkat), and Sapha Burnell (Usurperkings), the hosts of We Aren’t Dead Yet, have come together to release their first anthology: a chilling collection of scary short stories from our WorldAnvil worlds! You can find more info about these worlds at Eldrispace, Pangorio, and Judge of Mystics.   #WAauthor #WADY #horror #booklaunch  
  “They were amalgamations of the forbidden - biomechanical flesh crafted and cloned out of pure insanity. Twisted blends of mechanical limbs and grotesque organic matter writhed in torment, their forms contorted in an obscene dance of agony.”
Fell Plumes, Emily Armstrong   “Gulping down a tumbler of Colm's whiskey, Carolee looked to the margarine container sitting in a bowl of ice, glad she paid attention in her Anatomy readings. Apparent after the fact, butchery and surgery ought not have been separate motions, the muscle memory to cleave meat off bone and separate ribs from their connective points wasn't so far off from a pig.”
Whiskey and Sinner’s Blood, Sapha Burnell   “Aichil was not a demon with patience. His host tree, however, had patience in every woody fiber. He had been tempted to abandon it for another human host but its power was potent. It was beyond anything he felt before. It was too intoxicating to abandon. With it, he would build an empire.”
Harvest of Horror, K.S. Bishoff (Dazzlinkat)   “Warning klaxons blared in his ears as the impact ruptured his suit's left leg. Oxygen hissed out in a plume of vapor, mingling with his panicked breaths. His trembling claws fumbled with the emergency repair kit, trying to patch and seal the breach. Each second felt like an eternity as the frigid void of space threatened to claim him.”
Salvager’s Loop, Emily Armstrong   “The night broke with the snuffling, raw bellow of the Lamia's hunting call. No more cooes of feminine lust, nor the deep throated laughter of a woman on the prowl for the slake of her sensuous desires. Once the Lamia realized Caleb would not be turned to her bed, vixen begat venom.”
The Lamia, Sapha Burnell