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📢 SHADOWSPHERE EXCLUSIVE — URBAN LEGENDS SUBMISSIONS NOW OPEN!
We're giving our ShadowSphere members a head start!
Submissions for Urban Legends don't officially open until 10th January 2027, but we're opening them early, exclusively for members of our ShadowSphere community.
We're looking for original horror stories inspired by urban legends. Familiar tales with a fresh twist, local legends that deserve a wider audience, or something entirely new that could become the next story whispered around a campfire.
Submission details:
📖 Word count: 3,000–10,000 words
💷 Payment: £50 per accepted story


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As I unlocked my front door, in burst the damned hellhound. It jumps on me, but I stop it mid-air by grabbing its throat, squeezing until it whimpers and weakens. I toss the collapsed body of the hound into the corner of my living room and shout at it, "I'm sick and tired of you going back to hell to see your dead master! She died five years ago. Get over it! I did! Now go eat your supper in the kitchen. It's in your bowl on the floor. Go on, go now. And take a shower, you stink like Hell. Good night!"