Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Melissa R. Mendelson @melissmendelson @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!


Want A Piece?
by Melissa R. Mendelson 

Her thin frame hid her well beneath the wooden bench.  A splinter from the floor pierced her arm.  Dust fell into her face.  She bit her lip, trying to stay very still, and a mouse dodged past her feet.  A scream rose up into her throat, but she fought to hold it back.  Finally, the door opened, and they walked in.  It was strange that they entered first.

A herd of polished shoes moved past her hiding spot.  Harsh laughter and bitter mutters shook the space around her.  One man’s pocket jingled, and a gold coin slipped out, falling to the floor.  He quickly snatched it back up, his fingers an inch from her face.

The room fell silent, and he entered.  This was why she was here, hiding under this bench.  She needed to see him.  She needed to know that all hope was not lost, and he marched toward the front of the room like a giant.  And she smiled at his strength.  Her smile faded at the creak in the chair.

She turned as quietly as she could.  She couldn’t see him from where she was.  She bit her lip and crawled under the next bench.  The herd of polished shoes paid no attention to her, so she crawled further.  And this bench barely hid her, but she lied still.  And finally, she saw him, but he did not sit like a man that would lead his people through a storm and maybe another storm.  He sat like her grandfather, one hand resting on his knee, waiting to see if she would sit on his lap.

His frame shrank as he sat back in his chair.  His eyes foggy, burying that glint she once saw on television, and his hands shook.  He opened his mouth to speak, but only whispers escaped.  A look of fear brushed across his face, but then he pulled himself together, staring down at the men gathering around him.  But he had no fight left.

The herd of polished shoes were kicked aside, revealing twisted, grotesque feet.  Suit jackets fell to the floor, one blocking her sight, but she pushed the harsh fabric aside.  It made her skin crawl, and she watched the men extend their long, thin fingers with nails jagged and blood-red.

He shrank further, reminding her of a frail, old man sitting in a wheelchair at her grandfather’s nursing home, his body become stone.  But his face was placid, eyes glazed over, and the men drew closer, lifting their fingers high into the air, then swiping at his flesh, pulling chunks off into their hands.  And they shoved those chunks into their mouths, blood dribbling down their lips.

One man took another swipe.  He was allowed, but another followed.  And the others grabbed hold of him with a guttural growl, and he retreated, his head bowed down.

“We need some of him left, but we’ll finish him off soon enough.”

Those words were tears flowing down her cheeks.  She bit her lip again, drawing blood, her thin frame curling up into a ball.  She wiped her eyes but froze when something touched her cheek, a nail jagged and blood-red.

The man leaned down and asked, “Want a piece?”


Fiction © Copyright Melissa R. Mendelson
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About Author Melissa R. Mendelson:

Melissa R. Mendelson is a Poet and Horror, Science-Fiction, and Dystopian Short Story Author.  Publications featuring her writing can be found here:


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5 Responses to Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Melissa R. Mendelson @melissmendelson @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

  1. Enjoyed this one, Melissa!

  2. Wow, that really played with my expectations – really clever writing which kept me guessing throughout.

  3. Vinny says:

    Wow that is brilliant! Great story

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