Narrators of all genders, identities, and backgrounds welcome. 

This anthology features dark fiction, so we want to hear your ability to guide the listener's emotions--whether the appropriate emotion is dread, shock, horror, terror, or disgust.

Please audition with the following excerpt:

I pulled some bullets from my belt, made sure to make a show of some nervous jittering, dropping one or two. Once I finished loadin’ the gun, I pulled back the hammer, let it slip as though my sweat was makin’ it difficult.

Then I raised the gun once more without cocking the hammer and pulled the trigger.

Y’ see, like I’ve said, us Dogs use magic of our own. We deal enough with the supernatural that it makes enough sense that we, ourselves, deal in the supernatural as well. But unlike ol’ Ben and his cult, we use ourselves as fuel. It’s the natural order of things, the balance to this here life.

My gun went off, takin’ not the metal of the bullets inside for ammunition, but rather tearin’ off a piece of my soul. And nothing kills a demon faster than the electric snap of one’s soul.

A part of my personality slipped away with that shot. I think maybe it was my joy as there was no fun to be had watchin’ the deputy’s face sour in surprise as part of me slipped into his skull and blasted the shadows out of his body. It fell to the ground, no noise, no movement. 

Like I said, demons were arrogant.

Both the deputy and devil were dead.