Between June of last year and the end of May this year eight new anthologies have been compiled and added to the AnthologyBuilder Library – Camp Staff Escalator (mainstream), Never Was Nor Ever Will Be (alternate history), An Eclectic Ten From Twelve (mixed genres), What’s Your Fancy (dark genres), Beneath (alternate history), Dungeons and Dental Plans (humor sci-fi, fantasy), Twisted Redux (reworked fairy tales), ’bout dogs and DOGS (dogs, real and imagined).
Here are teasers from three of the above. Click the anthology, then click the story title to read a preview. Click the author’s name to access story page and scroll down to see other anthologies containing the authors works.
Enjoy - foxtale
…”Will you pray with me?”
The Astronaut turned his gaze away from the photograph of a floodlit Saturn V, which the Commander had taped next to the mirror in his dressing room. Even now, four decades after his flight to the moon, the picture evoked memories as powerful as the rocket.
He was still considering how to decline the request without giving offence when he succumbed to a fit of coughing. Only when the spikes of pain in his chest subsided did he notice the Commander – as everyone knew him, from Apollo veterans to members of his ministry – had leaned forward, hands placed on knees as if expecting to witness a miracle…
From Dying of the Light by Vaughan Stanger in Never Was Nor Ever Will Be
…The corner Victorian bay had been one of the reasons Eric had rented the apartment. But neither the old woman nor her rocking chair had been included in the lease. Startled by the unexpected vision he dropped his cup of tea. The hot liquid splashed over the threadbare carpet, adding another stain to it. Instantly, the tenuous image of the woman disappeared, taking her ethereal blue rocker with it. Eric’s knees suddenly felt like rubber…
From The Blue Rocker by Gary Cuba in What’s Your Fancy
…And so it was that the young knight rode out with his men into a winter’s day bright with sunshine on crusted snow. Fallow fields and houses were soon left behind, and then pastures as well. When the young knight reached the edge of his haunted woods, he found the Faerie Dog waiting there for him, eldritch and strange, and beautiful, just like in the old songs:
– Ears the red of fox’s ruff - Pelt the white of ermine –
– Eyes the color of the dawn - or campfire embers burning -
No one later recalled the color of her eyes at that first meeting…
From Faerie Dogs by Michael Bergey in ’bout dogs and DOGS
*linked note* the author of The Wizard of Oz, L Frank Baum, besides writing about little Toto, also wrote stories about Santa Claus