First Story Published!

A few weeks ago I made my first story sale -a piece from my collection Hinterland, was picked up by Jordan Krall for his literary journal XNOYBIS, and then a week back he accepted another piece of mine, ‘Din’, for his new online magazine: Visiak’s Mirror. The story is now live on the Dunham’s Manor website here: LINK. I hope you all enjoy it and I apologise in advance to my Facebook friends, Twitter followers and those in my Google+ circles for the flurry of story related spam I’m likely to subject you all to over the next few days in my excitement. 🙂

 

Din Cover

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New Story: And the Filth Flows …Always

The flooding was immense. I looked through the bedroom window at the street below. The black slime that last night had begun to seep up from the drains and to flow languidly down the gutters had risen so that neither the tarmac of the road nor the grey stone of the pavement could be seen. In their place was this slow moving river of it winding its way towards the center of town.

Cars and pedestrians alike made their way through the early morning haze seemingly not noticing the dramatic change to the street through which they passed. I wondered how they could be unaware of the viscous filth that pulled and sucked at their feet, that fouled the tires of their vehicles spraying their chassis’ with the grim substance.

The house was empty. It had been for years. Years since my daughter Kate had left home for her own life and, before that, since Alice had been taken from us. It had been so for years; yet now, faced with this strange and horrid phenomenon outside, I felt the loneliness more than ever. Since those first days after Kate left, those first days without either of the girls –without my family I felt the need to talk to someone –to anyone. To ask why they were not more perturbed, more caring, of the effluence which was now flooding the street. How could they bear to walk through it, to even drive through it?

The houses of Elderslie Road are old red brick Georgian terraces. Front doors opening directly onto the street but elevated by a couple of small steps. The blackness was flowing below the top of the first step, surely they must notice? It is only because of this tiny elevation that the horrid looking stuff was not flowing beneath doors and flooding the houses. At the rear of each house are more steps than in the front which lead down into the back yards so if the flooding was the same in the back then, at least, it would not have come into the kitchen. For now.

The full story is available in my mini collection Hinterland on the Amazon Kindle store. (LINK)

And the Filth Flows Always by Lee Culloty

Free Weird Story – Men of the City

On Deviant Art the renowned Liverpuddlian author and artist Clive Barker is reading short fiction based on a painting of his – Men of the City – and so I submitted a short piece which I’ve also posted here.

Enjoy 🙂

Well, hopefully you will. 😀

©2014 CliveBarker
©2014 CliveBarker