Alyson Faye

Alyson lives in West Yorkshire, UK with her husband, teen son and rescue animals. Her fiction and poetry has been published in a range of anthologies, (Diabolica Britannica/Daughters of Darkness) on the Horror Tree, several Siren’s Call editions, in Page and Spine, by Demain Press (The Lost Girl/Night of the Rider), in Trickster’s Treats 4, on Sylvia e zine and The World of Myth.

Last year she had stories out with Kandisha Press, Space and Time’s July magazine and Brigid’s Gate Press’, Were-Tales anthology.

Her work has been read on BBC Radio, local radio, on several podcasts (Ladies of Horror and The Night’s End) and placed in several competitions.

She works as an editor for a UK indie press and tutors.

She swims, sings and is often to be found roaming the moor with her Lab cross, Roxy.

Alyson Tweets @AlysonFaye2

She co-runs the indie horror press, Black Angel, with Stephanie Ellis Black Angel Press

Alyson has an Amazon Page

  • Carol Practice

    The children’s voices warmed the chilly air. ‘The snow lay . . . deep and crisp and even . . .’ Ellen clapped her hands. “Wonderful Class 3a. However, I believe we can do a little bit better. Let’s try it once more.” Several eight-year olds pouted and one puny boy slumped to the frosty…

  • Dominoes

    I remember running to the Red Lion at teatime, skinny knock kneed limbs jumping oily puddles. Intent on my mission. “Fetch your Da for supper lass.” Ma would flick her pinny at me to get me moving. I’d laugh and skip out of the way. Da didn’t own a watch. He counted time in pint…

  • The Pool Man

    It’s not easy being the youngest. Izzy was always being left out or left behind. It wasn’t fair. She so wanted to be in. Especially with them. So when Jake and Joss had laughingly challenged everyone to the “hugest dare ever,” Izzy had been the first in the gang to leap up and accept. Now…

  • Chestnuts for my Sweet

    Ravenous, we split them open. They lie naked, exposed. They’ve already been ripped off the branch, then tortured by burning, finally brown bagged. Greedily we devour them. Pete and me, warming our hands first. We tongue test the heat of their crunchy guts. We’re laughing, together. Pete can’t resist, he chucks one at me. It…