The Sirens Call
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1 Table of Contents pg. 03 - Thirty Minutes to Life | Sheree Shatsky pg. 93 - some mysteries are better unsolved | Linda M. Crate pg. 05 - Feed Your Demon | K.T. Tate pg. 94 - triton's melody | Linda M. Crate pg. 06 - Headache | Patrick J Wynn pg. 95 - Ghoul Days |David Berger pg. 07 - The Lighthouse at the End of the World | R.J. Meldrum pg. 96 - An Ensemble of Worms | Lee Andrew Forman pg. 11 - A Consuming Departure | JH Adams pg. 96 - The Rule | Patrick J Wynn pg. 13 - Gates of Hell | Mathias Jansson pg. 98 - Candy Girls | Mandy McHugh pg. 14 - Misplaced Trust | Micah Castle pg. 101 - Graveyard Shift | David Lewis Pogson pg. 16 - The Swimming Pool | Alex Woolf pg. 102 - The Fireworks Wars | Cecilia Kennedy pg. 19 - Snap Alley | Martin P. Fuller pg. 104 - Harsh Weather | Rickey Rivers Jr. pg. 21 - The Grasping Darkness | J.W. Grace pg. 106 - Kafkau Lait | Phillip T. Stephens pg. 22 - Try the Fries | Ken Goldman pg. 109 - Scurry | Lesley-Ann Campbell pg. 23 - The Hive | Erin Sweet Al-Mehairi pg. 110 - The Demons’ Symphony | Josie Dorans pg. 25 - Toothpick | Justin Joseph pg. 112 - The Untrodden Path | Linda Lee Rice pg. 26 - Ongoing Screams | Olivia Arieti pg. 112 - She Who Is Not Me | Linda Lee Rice pg. 27 - A Squeal of Fortune | Melissa R. Mendelson pg. 113 - Eternal Promise | Dusty Davis pg. 29 - The Cursed Crave Silence | J. Rohr pg. 115 - Requiem of Loneliness | Gregory L. Steighner pg. 30 - Night Terror | Terry Miller pg. 119 - Punishment | Scott Blanke pg. 32 - Wyrm | Jeffrey Durkin pg. 120 - Comings | Harris Coverley pg. 35 - It’ll Go Away, Eventually | Patrick Tumblety pg. 121 - The Girl Who Couldn’t Scream | Sonora Taylor pg. 35 - The Gurgling | Patrick Tumblety pg. 122 - In the House | Michael D. Davis pg. 37 - Morally Justified Killing | Michelle Chouinard pg. 122 - All Cosmetic | Michael D. Davis pg. 38 - The Compact | Carrie Connel-Gripp pg. 122 - The Art in The Act | Michael D. Davis pg. 40 - Asmo and Honey | Vivian Kasley pg. 123 - The Choir | Stephanie Ellis pg. 43 - Future’s Cutting Edge | Emil Eugensen pg. 124 - It Ends with a Scream | J. M. Meyer pg. 46 - Plum Jelly | Russell J. Dorn pg. 126 - Stone Boy | Alyson Faye pg. 47 - Skeleton, be still | Russell J. Dorn pg. 127 - Heavenly Prisoner | Alyson Faye pg. 47 - The Hand that Feeds | Russell J. Dorn pg. 128 - The Things I Do For Love | Laine Slater pg. 48 - The Heart Fell | Naching T. Kassa pg. 129 - Peg | J. M. Meyer pg. 52 - Oblivion | Lisa Short pg. 130 - Circe’s Manor | Melissa Ramos pg. 55 - Hunger | Tim Jones pg. 134 - The Siren | Ken Poyner pg. 56 - The Right Place | G. Allen Wilbanks pg. 135 - The Noisy Neighbors | J. M. Meyer pg. 58 - Anonymous Screams | Angela Yuriko Smith pg. 135 - The Graveyard of Skulls | Holly Saiki pg. 59 - Rana Superba | Rivka Jacobs pg. 60 - The Immortalist | S.C. Hickman Artwork by Noistromo pg. 62 - GAEA | Sheri White pg. 04 - Creepiecutie pg. 64 - Hoodoo There | Charles A. Gramlich pg. 15 - Hellish Demon pg. 68 - A Feast for Flies | Benjamin Welton pg. 24 - Lechra pg. 71 - Evergreen | Sue Vincent pg. 36 - Monster pg. 73 - Scouting Party | Kent Rosenberger pg. 51 - Disturbance pg. 75 - Broken Flowers | Alexis Child pg. 63 - Monster Show 1 pg. 75 - Space Invaders | Timothy Hosey pg. 72 - Biomechanical Demoness pg. 76 - The Pyromaniacs Guide to the Homes of Suffolk Writers | Roger Ley pg. 84 - Dydko pg. 77 - Grainy Nightmares | Diane Arrelle pg. 97 - Monster 2 pg. 78 - Psychosomatic screams dissipate | R.A. Smith pg. 105 - Monster Show 2 pg. 80 - The Voice-Snatcher|Kieran Judge pg. 118 - Zombie Mutant pg. 83 - Fill in for Fate | Lydia Prime pg. 133 - Sculpt pg. 84 - Comrades on the Road | Edilson Afonso Ferreira pg. 85 - The Lodging House | Ruairi MacInnes Features pg. 87 - The Loch | John Vander pg. 45 - Featured Artist | Noistromo pg. 92 - attack in the fog | Linda M. Crate pg. 136 - Featured Author | Tim Meyer pg. 92 - monsters exist whether or not you believe | Linda M. Crate pg. 138 - Featured Novel | ‘The Switch House’ by Tim Meyer pg. 93 - no sort of hero | Linda M. Crate pg. 140 - Credits 2 Thirty Minutes to Life | Sheree Shatsky I agreed to this gig with all my body parts. Ten minutes in, I’m hobbled and down an ear. My attorney warned I might not depart the hearing in the same shape I arrived, but when compared with the alternative—a date with the hot seat—the decision was a no-brainer. If I can survive thirty minutes of judgment by my dead victims, my death sentence will be commuted to life. Twenty minutes to go. I’m strapped to an operating table, raised for my witness of the comings and goings between here and the afterlife. A floaty delicate light gossamers the dim death chamber in signal of an arrival. Susan steps through the gauzy portal, backlit and luminous. I’d picked her up hitchhiking. She wore chiffon, my mother’s go-to fabric for fancy dressing sorority girls. “Get me out of here,” she said, throwing herself into my car. A shame really. She’d been classically screwed over, her boyfriend dumping her for another girl. “Guys are scum,” I said and snapped her neck quick. I gave her a good sendoff, digging her grave the regulation six feet instead of my typical toss in some random ditch. I smoothed the wrinkles from her filmy dress the best I could, throwing the first shovel of dirt over a stubborn crease in the bodice. Mother was right. Always keep a garment steamer on hand. Susan runs into the arms of her joyous family. She looks good, her dress freshly ironed. A young man stands midway, watching, a wide smile on his face. The mother sees him and sinks to her knees, wailing. “My son, my son,” she cries, piercing my remaining ear. “Frank brought me home, Mama,” Susan says. “But he can’t stay.” She looks at the warden. “But I will.” Frank blurs into all that is holy and with a swirl once around his family, dissipates back into eternity. The surgeon snaps on a pair of gloves. The warden signals to wait and thumbs through the procedures manual. He clears his throat and reads aloud. “An escort may accompany the victim to the hearing. The return of the escort to the afterworld does not result in the detachment of a body part from the death row inmate. A body detachment request is the exclusive right offered victims opting for continued residence in the hereafter. The returning victim may select a specific body part for detachment from the death row inmate or leave the determination of body part to the state. Victims choosing transfer back to life over return to the hereafter relinquish all rights to request body part detachment from the death row inmate.” He peers over his reading glasses. “Questions?” My attorney and the victim advocate nod agreement with the rules. The surgeon tosses the gloves into the waste bin. I imagine the blue latex paisley against the stump of my congealed foot. My ear had been whisked away in a cooler. I’d signed on as an organ donor as part of the deal. The warden restarts the clock. “Fifteen minutes remaining,” he states for the record. “Proceed.” I lose my hand to Valerie. I’d strangled her, so her request made sense. A street gal with a healthy heroin habit, she worked the streets in weighty polyester. “I know I stink,” she said, settling herself on me in the front seat. “It’s been a couple of weeks between laundromats.” Pulling a roll-on from her bag she told me about her kid as she dabbed at her pits. He was somewhere out west and far better off raised without her. Guess the kid thought different. Valerie tells the warden ten years following her death, the cherub oded on opioids and went looking for momma. He stands with her wearing crisp cotton, holding her hand. “We are together forever,” she says. “I’ll never leave my son again.” Valerie gives me the finger as the scalpel slides through my wrist. Ten minutes. I crossed paths with Sam on the Appalachian Trail. He wore a red flannel shirt like mine, the exact same size and brand. I liked him straight away and his dog too, a big bruiser of a chocolate lab named Buster. We shared conversation over granola bars and a couple slugs of Wild Turkey. I thanked him for his company and put Buster down with a single shot. Sam came after me, lunging into the second. He stares me down, his grip tight on the dog’s leash. A trail pack hung off his shoulders, his red flannel tied around his waist. “Hell yeah, we’re coming back,” he says to the warden. “Five hundred miles left to hike on the AT.” My attorney interrupts. “The dog is considered property of the victim and ineligible to participate in the detachment selection.” The second hand of the bleak institutional clock thuds, thuds, thuds. Sam laughs. “No need to dick around with the legal. One body part does the deed for me.” He ruffles Buster’s ear. “Take the asshole’s heart.” The surgeon snaps on his gloves. Five minutes. Damn. About the Author: Sheree Shatsky writes short fiction believing much can be conveyed with a few wild words. She was selected by the AWP Writer to Writer Mentorship Program as a Spring 2018 mentee for flash fiction. Recent work has appeared in Crack the Spine, Foliate Oak Literary Magazine, KYSO Flash, Fictive Dream and X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine with work forthcoming in Moon Park Review and Flash Flood.