Happy New Year 2019, everyone.
I am writing this at the end of November, having just scheduled our last post for New Year’s Eve. It’s been common knowledge for some time that we would be closing, but I couldn’t just leave without saying something.
Thank you to those readers and writers who have shown Lonesome October (and those published here) so much love – through submissions, reading the stories and poems, sharing, commenting, tweeting. When I resolved to make changes to my editing workload, for my health and family’s benefit, I first took a look at where the most work was going in for the least amount of readers and writers. Unfortunately that was Lonesome October. But the beautiful thing around here is, even with a smaller following, the one we do have is full of devoted, darling people. So to you especially – thank you for the love, and I am sorry we have to go.
To new folks who stumble across this derelict mausoleum… there is a lot to discover and enjoy here. Look through our archives if you want to read something delightfully dark – you won’t be disappointed. It won’t be going anywhere, either; it’s our job to keep this corner of the internet nice and haunted for as long as we can.
With all the spooky love,
Christmas used to be Annie’s favorite holiday. This year she dreaded it. She tried to muster up even a tiny bit of enthusiasm, but it just wasn’t the same. Nothing had been the same since her best friend died last spring in a car accident. Continue reading Beth’s Christmas Wish by Kimberly Wolkens
for S. (1952-1977)
“And I… will write my story for my better self.”
– Elizabeth Barrett Browning
My girl – my better self – I’m so sorry. You deserved
a different ending, one befitting the performer we were,
smitten with allegro and adagio and each speed in between. Continue reading Cold Case by Betsy Housten
The old man leaned on the wall and looked at the house. It was, he had to admit, not the prettiest house. Continue reading Ambleside by Tim Fellows
Anyone will tell you I’m a scream. I’m the life and soul of the party, me. I like a bit of banter, I like to shake things up. Get people going. It’s a laugh. They love it really. They get into the spirit of the thing, acting like they are upset and shaking and crying but they are just hamming it up. Continue reading Surprise! by Michele Alter Brenton
Angie lay like a corpse, flat on her back on the white marble floor, next to the barrier for Platform 17. Continue reading Vitoria Xavier by Louisa Campbell