Renee Carter Hall

Renee Carter Hall writes fantasy and science fiction for adults who never quite grew up, with occasional excursions into dark fantasy, poetry, and stories for children and teens. Talking animals slip into her stories whenever they get a chance, and her work has been influenced by storytellers from a range of media, including Steven Spielberg, Ray Bradbury, and Jim Henson. Her most recent book, the anthropomorphic fantasy Huntress, received the 2014 Cóyotl Award for Best Novella. Renee lives in West Virginia with her husband and more books than she will ever have time to read. She can be found online at http://www.reneecarterhall.com and on Twitter as @RCarterHall.


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Stories / Posts

short story

Renee Carter Hall

The Bear With the Quantum Heart

3910 words (15 minutes)

LoveScience FictionStrange

They say humans form their first memories at about three years old. I don't remember when Kayla's parents first ...

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flash fiction

Renee Carter Hall

Nevermore

288 words (2 minutes) · 1 like

Science Fiction

The crow tightened his grip on the silent power line. He was not going to fly. He was not. He was not. An insta...

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short story

Renee Carter Hall

Horseman

2817 words (11 minutes)

FantasyHorror

The birth was not going well. He watched on the black-and-white closed-circuit monitor as the dapple gray mare, ...

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flash fiction

Renee Carter Hall

Yesterdayland

546 words (2 minutes)

Science Fiction

The door of the Machine hissed, and the girl came out at a run, eager, fists clenched and legs pumping, as if th...

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flash fiction

Renee Carter Hall

The First Winter

812 words (3 minutes)

Fantasy

Cuddle in close, cubs, close to me, here in the warm and the dark. The world outside lies dreaming in drifts of ...

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short story

Renee Carter Hall

Promises to Keep

1588 words (6 minutes)

FantasySatire

The man behind the desk reeked of stale coffee and cheap cologne, and Urlan's nostrils prickled at the onslaught...

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