Write Her Story

The Tryst
by E.A. Black

There had always been something a bit off about Lianne Reynolds. She laughed at the wrong moments, and there seemed to be a deep hunger in her interactions with Brian Leonard. You know the saying – never stick your dick in crazy. Brian had broken off his affair with her two years ago when he caught her cheating on him – with her now dead lover. Three days ago, Lianne was in the car with the man during the crash but she survived. Brian wondered how. She hardly had a scratch on her. The car was totaled and her lover was mangled beyond recognition.

On a whim, Brian called her to express his condolences and to his delight she invited him to her flat. He planned to do to her what she had done to him – use her for a hot night of sex and then abandon her. Within a few hours he found himself sitting beside her. Despite his caution, he couldn’t resist her beautiful face. The allure of her porcelain skin and deep-set eyes was irresistible. Those blood red lips beckoned him to come a little closer. What could it hurt to relive the old times and then toss her aside? She’d learn how badly she hurt him.

In moments she was in his arms, so close he could see the pulse fluttering in her throat. He had her at last! Then her black lace gown opened to reveal a huge gaping maw of sharp dagger teeth and a blackened tongue the size of a python.  Her lovely head dangled like a lure above the mouth of a deep-sea angler fish. She stank of rotten seaweed and dead carp. Before he could back away, the jaws slammed shut, trapping him inside as her bobbing head cackled a guttural laugh.

A Late Night Embrace
by E. A. Black

I lay on my side in bed in the dark as my wife’s kisses fluttered along the back of my neck.

“Mmm. You feel good,” I said. I turned to face her but she pressed her hand against my shoulder, keeping me facing away from her. I liked the little games she played. What surprise would she have in store for me tonight?

One cool hand caressed my chest and then danced down my belly until she reached me and began to stroke. I groaned with pleasure, writhing as I enjoyed her late night embrace, and then I remembered she had died a month earlier.

Fiction © Copyright E. A. Black
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Artist: Rondell Melling

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Wicked Tales: The Journal of the New England Horror Writers, Volume 3
Short Story Inclusion: Fog Over Mons

Welcome back to another journey through the wonders and terrors of New England. Twenty Wicked Tales of fear, madness and horror from the region’s most prolific writers of dark fiction.

Contains stories from Michael J Arruda, Matthew M. Bartlett, E. A. Black, Kristin Dearborn, Peter N. Dudar, Timothy P. Flynn, Sam Gafford, Christopher Golden, John Goodrich, Rick Hautala, Bracken MacLeod, John McIlveen, Paul McMahon, Holly Newstein, David North-Martino, Howard Odentz, Rob Smales, L. L. Soares, Trisha J. Wooldridge, K. H. Vaughan and T. T. Zuma. Introduction by Chet Williamson, and cover art by Ogmios.

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