Marion steadily drummed her fingers on the metal desktop. It was a trick that she had picked up many years ago, something that kept her grounded and relaxed in tense situations. Marion had always found rhythms and patterns to be calming. Of course, some people around her found it a little annoying. It certainly seemed… Read More “Book-Covers” by The Magpie Fancier.
I. Today is Sunday and a plausible day in the calendar for me at the cafe. Recently I had a lot of angst about how I spend my time. Attempting to get back all of it from unfruitful works. Cash had never been my principle vexation. Except at a specific time of life, when I… Read More “Man in Cafe” by Rajkumar MN.
The doctors never diagnosed or treated the problem, crocodile they used to call her in school – not original, but it hurt. Her skin was scaly, like a crocodile, so maybe not original, but accurate. Children are magicians – finding their peers worst fears – preying on them, mercilessly. Through years of comments, sneers, good… Read More “Nina” by Just Another Writer.
Feeling the fresh summer breeze on his face and the warm rays of the sun beating down on him, Tony drifted deeper into his slumber with the sound of lapping water ringing in his ears. With his head resting in his large hands, Tony lay on the lush green grass beneath the blue, cloudless ether… Read More “All About The Taste” by Baby Funbo.
The Baker was almost ready to close up shop. It had been a quiet day, and each day was quieter than the last. Little villages like hers were dwindling into obscurity, as more and more people chose to live in the big towns, with all the convenience and safety that offered. The Baker wasn’t sure… Read More “Beware Of Wolves” by The Magpie Fancier.
Viewer discretion: Insanity and gore warning. And no disrespect to any religion was intended. He didn’t know why she’d asked to meet at the old cottage. It had been years since his wife had even mentioned this property. She greeted him at the door with a smile, vastly different from the weird behaviour exhibited by… Read More “The Last Vow” by Priya.
Here are the rest of the entries for last week’s Horror House Wednesday prompt in the order received: Dream Girl by C. Hampton-Hill. His parents had gone to bed and there had been no movement for at least half an hour. Peter laid there; his bedroom illuminated by the screen of his laptop, its warmth… Read More Horror House Flash Fiction Contest #4 Entries.
Here are the rest of the flash fiction entries in the order received: The Loch Ness Monster by raedvdr We rode out to the loch in your dad’s silver merc; you drove. Giggling, laughing, we stripped on the water’s edge letting our clothes fall together. Our eyes stealing shy glimpses of smooth skin. We swam… Read More Horror House Flash Fiction Contest #3 Entries.
Last week’s prompt for Horror House Wednesday (HHW) was the following painting: All the entries received were excellent to read, each one detailing their own individual spin of loss, discovery, dark humor and tad bits of horror. Don’t believe me? You can read them in the separate post designated for all other entries received for… Read More Horror House Flash Fiction Contest #3 Winner.
I remember the moon was about to shine at that time. Her parents were still at work and supposed to be home at 7 pm. During weekends, she’s back at her parents’ care while she was left with her witch grandmother on weekdays. A hell week as she called it. And to avoid getting a… Read More “I Wanna Go Home…” by Helena.
I turn and proceed to the next one, a small two-story house on the corner. The rich forest-green walls are caked with grimy mud at the bottom. I move forward dexterously, and soon I am through the door, my gun held up in front of me. “Team 294 present. By the New Law, you must… Read More “The Rainbow Room” by ikwords.
“This friendship will self-destruct when you open that box,” Katie says as she hands me a box and waits for a response. I wonder what this means, what is so important in this little box. Do I dare open it? I don’t want to lose her as a friend. We’ve been through a lot together:… Read More “The Box” by Kimberly Ray.
Cecilia paused. She could never remember their names. Perhaps she is never told; perhaps she is made to forget. Briefly wondering how many have come and gone, she then decides that names are ultimately inconsequential, before lamenting sotto voce, “What’s in a name…” They are only labels. She’d been given many labels by the therapists,… Read More “Ophilia” By a.d.matthias.
Photo prompt response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge #68 Word count: 149. A/N: Hopefully, this isn’t too morbid. Horror genres are somewhat in place. Darkness emerged. His eyes flickered helplessly at the waters. It was no dream. On his right side, he positioned his arm back, catching the waves as they curled, and he felt his… Read More Bridge (Flash Fiction).
Photo prompt response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge #67 Word count: 144. It was a bad heat wave in August that pushed away through the blue sweat, twisted and rolled on the nooks and crannies of us all. An extended rain came down, gradually coming and going, moving in a stutter—and as I watched, an eerily… Read More Free (Flash Fiction).