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Looking for a Christmas gift for the reader in your life?

Water: Selkies, Sirens & Sea Monsters has a whole bunch of reviews!

“A fun collection of short stories.”

“Rhonda Parrish has done it again.”

“Each story pulls you deeper into the tale, the richer the texture of each backdrop, the more lost you can get into the story.”

“Another great compilation of stories and poems.”

“There is something for everyone in this book.”

“There’s love, strangeness and horror in the book. I enjoyed all of them.”

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Katie’s Stories: Maria’s Trust Part 2

The university wasn’t far, we’d rented this place because of that. I put my iPod on while I walked and tried not to think on the police. Instead, I thought of brakes and how you would tamper with them. I’d heard of cutting brake lines from the television, but other than that, I had no idea how you would even go about something like that. I knew nothing about cars; I could barely even fill the tank. I still couldn’t think of anyone who would want to hurt Max or me. So that left accident, the brakes had failed, wear and tear maybe something like that.  

But I had driven the car that morning and there had been nothing wrong with it. It had driven fine. Nothing felt odd. Brakes must take time to wear out? Surely, I would have felt something? But if I drive the car every day, then maybe the brakes could have worn out slowly, and I didn’t notice. Maybe the wear had been so gradual that I hadn’t noticed? But I’d had the car MOT’ed three months ago, and it had flown through with no problems.

I walked onto the campus and headed towards the main block. As I walked, I noticed that most if not all the girls I passed had pink flowers on their clothes, or in their bags. Little badges, cheap handmade paper things that were brightly coloured. 

As I walked to the main block, I saw a small table just outside. There was a big photo of a girl behind the two girls manning the table, a brunette and a redhead. They covered the table in the pink paper flowers. A sign hanging from the table declared the flowers were for “Maria’s Trust.” I looked again at the large photo behind the table; the girl looked familiar, although I couldn’t say why. 

“Probably class,” I muttered to myself, walking over to the table. The red head smiled at me.

“Only £1 and it goes to a very good cause,” she said. 

“I’ll take one,” I said. “What’s the cause?” 

“It’s a charity we set up after Maria passed away,” she said handing me a pink flower and a pin. 

“Cancer?” I asked. The girl frowned at me and shook her head. 

“No,” she said. “She killed herself.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry, um, mental health is important,” I felt my cheeks heat. The brunette was looking at me now, both girls were still frowning. 

“How can you not know?” the brunette snapped at me. I took a step back. “You live under a rock?” 

“Patriarchy,” the redhead said, as if that somehow explained my lack of knowledge. 

“Maria died after being raped on this campus,” the brunette said sharply and just like that I knew where I had seen Maria’s face before. 

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” I said. “I remember it was all over the campus paper, it was on the local news. Sorry, um I’ll take another flower, for my friend; make that two I’ll get one for mum.” The red head snorted at me but took my money and gave me two more flowers. I walked away quickly before I said anything else stupid. 

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Katie’s Stories: Maria’s Trust Part One

I was trying to hide the fact that I had been crying and was on the verge of starting again. 

The policeman in front of me was watching me steadily, staring right at me but remaining silent. I looked down at the table and rubbed my arms. The air conditioner above me was blasting cold air right down the back of my shirt. The tarnished metal door to the interview room opened and a second policeman came in slowly, looking at the papers in his hand. He sat next to his partner and looked up at me. 

“So, Thomas, do you want to tell us where you were last Thursday?” he said.

“I already told you.” I muttered. “I was at home. You came to my house to tell me that Max was…,” my voice caught, and I had to stop talking. 

“Ah, yes,” the policeman said, looking at the papers. “Ok. then, what were you doing at home?” 

“Revising, I’ve got exams in a few weeks,” I said. 

“All night?” the other policeman said. “Exams aren’t until next month, seems odd for someone to be revising so hard already.” 

“I want to pass,” I said, still looking down. The policeman grunted but said nothing else. 

“All right, tell me then, if you were at home revising how was your car involved in an accident?” the second policeman said. “An accident that killed three people and put two others in a hospital?” 

“I already told you, I lent my car to Max,” I said. 

“It’s very trusting of you to lend your car out,” the policeman said. 

“I did it a lot, Max was on the insurance,” I said. “He always borrowed it, he was a good driver.” 

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I got a shout out in a review for Water: Selkies, Sirens and Sea Monsters

I got a shout out in a review! *Insert excited bouncing*

As usual, editor Rhonda Parrish chose a different, somewhat quirky tale to lead us into the pages of “Water.” Catherine MacLeod’s dark tale, “The Diviner,” was an excellent choice to begin this collection of stories and poems. The author wove the story in such a way as to make it easy to believe in the character of Melly, a seemingly ordinary person possessing out-of-the-ordinary cooking skills.

Everybody has different tastes, and there were some stories that reached out and immediately grabbed my attention like “There’s Something in the Water” by Katie Marie, a scary warning tale about a town with a horrific secret. Rebecca Brae’s “The Witch’s Diary: Adventures in Hut-Sitting” is a whimsical revelation of Hester’s world while she spends time away from college on a summer job (her quick comment on fairies was blunt, unexpected, and hilariously delivered). Colleen Anderson’s vivid “Siren’s Song” described a world that was, before it slipped into the catalog of legends.

There’s a touch of horror that worms into some of the stories, as the accepting way we perceive these legendary beings becomes tainted and the beings morph into monsters. This suited me just fine, and I warily strolled through the paths of what could be. Many of the stories eagerly took my hand and led me into the unknown, including Davide Mana’s “The Man Who Speared Octopodes” and “Bruno J. Lampini and the Song of the Sea” by Josh Reynolds. Horror may contain a huge dose of humor as deftly displayed by Joel McKay’s “Number Hunnerd.”

Bottom line, there is something here for almost everyone and it is not hard to appreciate the imaginative poems and stories contained in this book. While I liked some of the offerings more than others, there wasn’t a throwaway to be found, and the wide variance of styles kept the reading interesting. Highly recommended. Five stars.

My thanks to Tyche Books Ltd. and the editor for a complimentary electronic copy of this book.