Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Elizabeth H. Smith @bethsmithwrites @darc_nina #LoH #fiction

The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!

Visitors
by Elizabeth H. Smith

The glow of night shined on this visiting creature. It gazed at me from beyond the window. I looked upon its form, how it held such mystery, grace, and beauty. I smiled as it blinked its eyes. It then gazed deeply at me, so hard, so harsh, I could not look away. A subtle vibration hummed beneath my feet. It expanded, then surrounded me in a suffocating mass of soundless noise. I wanted to run, but my body was frozen in place.


Hands grasped my arms and legs from behind, and gently they carried me outside where a light shined from the sky. I thought at that moment that Heaven had opened its gates and let me see its beauty. Perhaps I died in my sleep and my visitor had been there to guide me. My body rose from the ground, carried up by invisible hands, as if the beaming light itself could hold me.


But beyond that shining joy, darkness waited. The creatures who had taken me from my room circled around me as I lay supine suspended in the air. My heart quickened. Fear replaced hope as they inserted a large needle into the back of my neck. I gasped from the pressure, but there was no pain—only numbness. I felt something leave my body, some piece of me. Then more. The tall beings stared blankly as I tried to scream but didn’t make a sound.

My thoughts of Heaven turned to Hell. Had I been so wrong in life to deserve eternal torment? Did I not earn the company of angels?


I watched as my body was painlessly taken apart, piece by piece. Strange tools took little by little until there wasn’t anything left except ruined meat and fragmented bone. Madness took hold long before the end. When there wasn’t anything left to take, just a head and spine with some sinew hanging on, I was taken to a place filled with those who came before me. At least our silently screaming souls would be together.

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More About Elizabeth H. Smith:
Elizabeth H. Smith is a storyteller who writes while trying to keep her cat, Luna off the keyboard. The musical group, Rasputina is her muse. She was born in the state of New York and would never feel at home anywhere else.

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Through Clouded Eyes: A Zombie’s Point of View

Through Clouded Eyes: A Zombie’s Point of View: a collection of twelve stories told from the Zombie’s perspective.

They’re shambling toward you, feet dragging on the broken roadway. Arms outstretched, faces slack, they move as if they’re tracking your scent on the wind. You want to run, but you know there’s nowhere to hide.

Aware of their insatiable hunger, fear paralyzes you. These things were once human, people someone loved. Is there anything left inside them – some sliver of humanity that may save you from this nightmare? Your mind doesn’t want to accept the inevitable, a single thought consumes you: what are they thinking?

With your chance of escape dwindling, you snap out of it and run like hell knowing there is little to no hope; fate is coming for you. Soon you will see what they see Through Clouded Eyes…

Featuring stories from Maynard Blackoak, Calvin Demmer, Paul M. Feeney, Stacy Fileccia, Trevor Firetog, DH Hanni, Shannon Lawrence, Josh MacLeod, Zachary O’Shea, Neal Privett, Mark Steinwachs, and Alex Woolf

Available on Amazon!

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1 Response to Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Elizabeth H. Smith @bethsmithwrites @darc_nina #LoH #fiction

  1. That is so creepy – beware the owls!

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