Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Sheikha A. @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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by Sheikha A.

Every bone in his body pounds for a shift –
don’t burn under the flame just yet – write
the words the way an ache is nursed aligned
in bizarre syntax; humans that evict the light
find a ground awash with logic – flame brewing
soil – seed gnawing compost – sprout rebelling
root; all it takes is a few words for planets to
combust, for a miracle to glide as a star-shard
through taper pathways, and then the moon
drops its dust on a decade as over wrung time.
Every bone knows fear as fraternal passage,
glowing community of misfits – burn and ache;
don’t burn, but burn under the shift – pounding
tradition; orbiting the surfer’s silver spiral, he rides
moon-tides; what remains is space, splinters
floating at the edge, him looking down at flowers
Fiction © Copyright Sheikha A.
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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Screen Shot 2019-12-17 at 10.57.17 AM.pngNyctophiliac Confessions:
Poems by Sheikha A. and Suvojit Banerjee

“The night is cold enough to inspire poetry,” says Sheikha A. in her poem, “Reading My Bones.” This is the basis of Nyctophiliac Confessions – poems that are introspective and luminal, poems that require a certain amount of silence and space to be fully formed and appreciated. Reading these poems, I imagined that they were the kind of poems that assert themselves unbidden during a bout of insomnia. (A nyctophiliac being someone who loves the night or loves darkness).

Nyctophiliac Confessions is the 17th installment of Praxis’ chapbook series and contains twenty-six poems written by two poets, Sheikha A. and Suvojit Banerjee, interspersed with abstract paintings by Robert Rhodes.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Christina Sng @ChristinaSng @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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04_img_jan_rsChurch-Safe
by Christina Sng

You tell me in all sincerity

This church-place is safe,
But how can it be when
Not all vampires believe
In God and the Trinity?

Let’s test this theory.

I’ll wait and watch till
The vampires draw near.
See, they’re already
Forcing open the door.

Go hide! Too slow.

They kill you before I can
Tear open their throats.
Sorry! Let me help you by
Making sure you don’t return.

Your blood. So tasty!

Now I need a new hideout
Before the rest find me here.
No one is sure if they turn cats.
Nine lives is enough. Thank you.

Fiction © Copyright Christina Sng
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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A Collection of Nightmares

Hold your screams and enter a world of seasonal creatures, dreams of bones, and confessions modeled from open eyes and endless insomnia. Christina Sng’s A Collection of Nightmares is a poetic feast of sleeplessness and shadows, an exquisite exhibition of fear and things better left unsaid. Here are ramblings at the end of the world and a path that leads to a thousand paper cuts at the hands of a skin carver. There are crawlspace whispers, and fresh sheets gently washed with sacrifice and poison, and if you’re careful in this ghost month, these poems will call upon the succubus to tend to your flesh wounds and scars.
These nightmares are sweeping fantasies that electrocute the senses as much as they dull the ache of loneliness by showing you what’s hiding under your bed, in the back of your closet, and inside your head. Sng’s poems dissect and flower, her autopsies are delicate blooms dressed with blood and syntax. Her words are charcoal and cotton, safe yet dressed in an executioner’s garb.
Dream carefully.
You’ve already made your bed.
The nightmares you have now will not be kind.
And you have no one to blame but yourself.

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The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Tiffany Michelle Brown @TiffeBrown @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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by Tiffany Michelle Brown

She’d told him to meet her at the Ferris wheel, but Travis was having a hard time finding the ride in the dark. Sure, it was a metal behemoth, but it was usually lit up, colors undulating, beckoning folks to climb aboard and take flight. Travis stared up, hoping to spy an outline of the wheel etched upon the night sky, but all the squinting just gave him a headache.
He’d figured there would be safety lights strewn throughout the park, something to guide workers through the metal graveyard during off hours. Well, he’d figured wrong.
Travis activated the flashlight app on his phone and let the beam explore. A popcorn cart sat quiet nearby, smelling of fake butter and burnt kernels. Arcade games surrounded Travis, plush animals of all varieties and sizes staring down at him with black button eyes. The Scrambler with its giant spider-like arms was to his left and just beyond it…there it was, the Ferris wheel.
Travis reached into his pant pocket to make sure the note was still there. The note the cute red-headed girl with silver eyes had handed him earlier in the evening while he was waiting in the line to buy tickets. The note that invited him to the Ferris wheel at 4am and provided him with detailed instructions for sneaking into the venue. It was clear that this girl was an amusement park B&E expert, which made Travis instantly like her. That and the fact she’d approached him.
The redhead hadn’t stuck around to see how Travis would respond to her invitation. She simply disappeared into the crowd. Travis couldn’t wait to see her again.
As Travis began moving toward the Ferris wheel, a high-pitched whine reverberated through the air around him. He stumbled and his Converse kicked up dirt.
What the hell was that?
Travis turned around, swung his phone in front of him to illuminate the grounds, and tilted his head ever so slightly, listening hard for more sounds in the dark.
The sound came again, and Travis frowned. It was unmistakable this time, the sound of a horse whinnying. Was there an animal loose in the park?
Travis looked at the time on his phone: 3:52am. He was early. He cast his light toward the Ferris wheel once more. Travis couldn’t make out a figure near the ride, and no one called out to him. She wasn’t there yet.
Another whinny met his ears. It was a sound of distress.
Travis decided he had to investigate. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t.
And if this went right, he’d have a heroic story for the red-headed girl. Bonus.
Travis started in the general direction of the whinnying, throwing his light here and there to retain his bearings. He took a sharp right at a bank of restrooms, gasped, and dropped his phone.
The carousel itself was normal, painted in swirls of gold, blue, and red, lined with rows of fiberglass animals that rose and fell on gilded poles. But one of the horses, a tan steed with a carrot-colored mane, was very much alive. It whinnied and stomped and shook its head in frustration. To Travis’s horror, a golden bar impaled the horse right through its midsection, pinning the animal to the carousel.
Travis felt bile rise in his throat, but he swallowed it down and stepped forward.
How could something like this have happened? Could he free this poor animal? And would it survive if he did? There had to be a way.
If he investigated and couldn’t do anything, he decided he would call the police.
Travis approached the horse slowly, his hands raised in front of him in a sign of surrender. The horse’s eyes caught his, black as night, wild, and impatient.
“Easy,” Travis said. “Easy.”
He stepped up onto the carousel and reached forward. When Travis’s fingertips made contact with the tan flank, a violent energy pulled through his arms. He careened forward and was pushed flush against the steed. Wind screamed around him and he had the disconcerting feeling of being sucked through a straw. Travis cried out, but there was no sound. He tried to flail. He tried to move. But nothing worked.
Resigned, he screwed his eyes shut, grateful it was something he could do.
As quickly as it had started, the wind died out. The energy around him settled. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears.
But something was wrong. He felt strange. Heavy. Tangled up. Like his body didn’t quite fit anymore.
Travis opened his eyes and saw her then, the red-headed girl. She stood before him with a pained expression on her face.
“I’m so sorry about this,” she said. “It’s just been so long and…” She looked down and picked at a fingernail. “Honestly, living in an amusement park isn’t that terrible, as long as you follow the rules. Pro tip, though you’ll probably ignore it, don’t try to leave. It’ll hurt. Really bad.”
What was going on? This girl didn’t make any sense. Living in an amusement park?
Travis had so many questions. He tried to speak…and that’s when he noticed he wasn’t him anymore.
“You’ll catch on with the shapeshifting soon enough. It’s easier than you think because it’s just energy transfer. And you’re a carousel horse right now, but you could be a car on the rollercoaster or a toy at one of the arcade games or human you…as long as you do it here.”
The girl stepped up onto the carousel platform.
“The shapeshifting part is easy. You’ll get the hang of it.” Her silver eyes clouded over with sadness. “The hard part is luring someone here after hours to take your place. You see, someone always has to be here. The park, it’s just so damn hungry. I think it needs youth to sustain it.”
She paused and looked around. “It took me a year and four days. So many people just…didn’t show up.”
The girl leaned forward, and Travis — that was still his name, right? — attempted to back up, away from her touch. A grating noise poured from his now-animal throat. He couldn’t get away. That damned golden bar held him tight in place. It didn’t hurt him, thank God, but it didn’t give him many options either. Whinny. Stamp. Twist.
Despite Travis’s attempts at escape, the girl managed to place her hands on either side of his head. She smiled, leaned in, and kissed his nose.
“But you’re pretty cute. I’m sure you’ll manage a switch in no time.”
Fiction © Copyright Tiffany Michelle Brown
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Angela Yuriko Smith @AngelaYSmith @Sotet_Angyal #LoH

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Parade of the Raven Prince
by Angela Yuriko Smith

He stands at the head
of a carnivalistic parade…
hungry and bizarre with
hollowed, craven eyes.
His sharp beak pierces
the dark side of my heart.
His ebon feathers tickle
my fancy and I blush.
His misshapen troupe
watches from behind
licking cracked lips
waiting for reactions…
will I run or stay?
I stay, hypnotized
by his compelling dark
gaze laden with promises—
annihilation for adoration
seems a good exchange
in the woods at night
when face to face with
the Raven Prince and
his possessive posse.
His stance says enough.
I am already owned. He
is the scavenger of souls…
the claimer of carcasses.
Boneless, helpless
I drop to the leaves
adding my humanity
to the detritus there….
cast it off like a girl’s
outgrown, faded frock
and open my chest
inviting him to dip his
razor beak into my soul
and drain me to a husk.
Somewhere, a witch’s tears
mar her silver scry as she
witnesses wilted and sad
girlhood fall forgotten to
the forest floor and her
child prisoner rise to join
a different twisted family.
I see her eyes in the mist
watching me from shadows
cast from my new master.
With no love lost I wave
soft and secret for her
that watches, blinded
as her monkey joins
another circus.

 

Fiction © Copyright Angela Yuriko Smith
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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The Bitter Suites

Book a stay at the Bitter Suites, a hotel that specializes in renewable death experiences. Whether you schedule your demise as therapy, to bond with a loved one or for pure recreation, your death is sure to give you a new lease on life. Renewable death is always beneficial… at least to someone.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Terrie Leigh Relf @TLRelf @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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by Terrie Leigh Relf

Inside the dilapidated cottage, Luisa huddled beneath an old quilt. She hoped for a few hours of sleep before exploring the surrounding forest in the morning.  It had been years, she believed, since she’d had the courage to return to her old home. 
how memories 
still guided her steps 
a photograph thick with dust
Standing in front of the window, Luisa shivered within the cold light of morning. A fractured mirror cast eerie images along the worn, wooden walls.
hands
around her neck
a prayer almost uttered
She reached for the brass doorknob, slowly turned it to the left. It must be broken, she realized, then padded toward the kitchen’s back door.  It wouldn’t open, either. With a sigh, she looked for a tool to remove the knob. Or perhaps she should just break the window further, climb through. 
melodic bridge
followed by a defiant cadenza
her screams  in counterpoint
Luisa sank down onto the living room carpet. It had been soft once. Luxurious. As the sun rose higher over the trees, she could almost feel the hot sting of tears as they flowed down her cheeks. 
how blood pooled
beneath her
someone laughing
Her memories continued to rise, then dissipate like shadows in the room. That night, that horrendous night, when she had returned home from vacation early, her husband, Carlo, at work in the basement.
shelves overflowing
with memento mori
scent of embalming fluid
That night, he had strangled then stabbed her over and over and over again.  How could she not have known he was the local serial killer?
how the light swirled
around her . . . beckoning
her to take that last step 
Fiction © Copyright Terrie Leigh Relf
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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The Sisterhood of the Blood Moon

For thousands of Earth years, the Transgalactic Consortium has had a quiet interest in this planet and its inhabitants, the Haurans. While the Sisterhood of the Blood Moon works together with the Consortium and Haurans to maintain balance in the universe, the Blood Moon is fast approaching. The power of this moon reveals untold secrets . . . including a sacred covenant with the Mora Spiders. There is an ancient pact that needs to be honored—but at what cost and for whose purpose? The world may come to an end. But will there be a chance for a new beginning?

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Ela Lourenco @ElaLourenco @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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04_img_jan_rsIn God’s Name
by Ela Lourenco

Where I come from, I know not. Left, mere days old, on the Church’s steps. The good, kind nuns did take me in. Women of all ages, mothers to me all, treating me as the daughter they would never have.
I played hide and seek in the cloisters, spent many a happy day helping with the herb garden. Cook always snuck me fresh cookies from the oven and I never went to bed without a night-time story. I was loved, I was safe, surrounded by love in the house of our Father. 
I wish it could have stayed thus forever. I wish curiosity had not reared its serpentine head. I wish I had never strayed into the forbidden underground crypt. I did not want to cause them harm, these kind loving mothers of mine but something entered me in that cavern… something dark and hideous. One minute I was there and then the next… I stood in the Church hall, dazed, confused, the kitchen knife in my hand dripping with red.
Fiction © Copyright Ela Lourenco
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awakeningDragon Born: Book Three
Awakening

The Royal tournament, the Karnac, is fully underway. But there is deception and betrayal at every turn. Unseen dark forces are at play, both within the school grounds and out with. Even the Gods are unable to help when a new threat looms over them all.The very existence of Azmantium depends on Lara fully becoming the Child of Fire and casting aside the Shadows lurking in every corner of her beloved planet.Can she overcome the challenges that await? Will the Shadows cover the world in darkness? Only Lara and her friends can change the fate of Azmantium.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Sonora Taylor @sonorawrites @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Slate
by Sonora Taylor

All around Matilda, the carnival was slate. She remembered the merry-go-round as a world full of color and light. Now though, she walked through the abandoned fairgrounds and only saw steel and shadow. A forgotten wooden horse stared at her with beady eyes of black. What had happened?
She only remembered walking through a tent with faded red and yellow stripes. The one with the clown that beckoned her from the entrance. Matilda had never been afraid of clowns. She had no reason to fear this colorful figure’s invitation, no reason to anticipate the sharp blade that pierced her shoulders the minute the tent flap closed behind her.
When the pain receded, Matilda wandered back outside and saw the carnival abandoned. She looked for her mother, and then for anyone. No one was there. When she reached the merry-go-round, its horses still and grey, she stood on the platform and began to cry.
A whirring noise stopped her tears. She opened her eyes and saw bright lights surround her. The platform beneath her feet began to turn. The horse began to move up and down.
Matilda reached for its saddle of slate and hoisted herself up. She held the pole and felt its chill beneath her fingers. The carnival stayed awash in grey, and no music sounded from the merry-go-round. Even so, she felt a wave of calm roll upon her as the horse with its eyes of black moved up and down, up and down, lulling her into a sleep filled with shadowed dreams.
Fiction © Copyright Sonora Taylor
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74533110_1104998099694619_4901851685367840768_nLittle Paranoias: Stories

Is it a knock on the door, or a gust of wind? A trick of the light, or someone who’ll see what you’ve done?

“Little Paranoias: Stories” features twenty tales of the little things that drive our deepest fears. It tells the stories of terror and sorrow, lust at the end of the world and death as an unwanted second chance. It dives into the darkest corners of the minds of men, women, and children. It wanders into the forest and touches every corner of the capital. Everyone has something to fear — but after all, it’s those little paranoias that drive our day-to-day.

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