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

Posted on August 31, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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The Truth of Sunset Island
by Terrie Leigh Relf

Tourist season had just begun, and Todd and I were going to spend some quality time on Sunset Island. As locals, we participated in creating tall tales about the creatures that lay in wait to harm or devour unsuspecting tourists. The fishermen’s favorite was mutant fish and other creatures that lurked in the shallow marsh. Another favorite, which grew in proportion every summer, was the number of missing vacationers and pets. Here, the stories varied from abandoned campsites and dinghies to groups of hikers that had become lost while exploring the island’s
series of caves. Then there were all those empty leashes . . .
Both Todd and I agreed that it was good harmless fun, more or less. After all, we really did need the summer tourists to maintain our small community. Besides, most of the vacationers did listen and would glance at the island with a mixture of fear and regret. It was the other ones, though, that Todd, I, and our community paid particular attention to. Those were fair game . . .
The truth?
Sunset Island was our hunting and nesting ground and it was time to feed.
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 Kim Richards @Kim_Richards @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

Posted on August 31, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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by Kim Richards

Logan’s Jeep trundled down the dirt road. It traveled the bumps and ruts with ease, rocking gently from side to side. He usually didn’t take this way home to the farm, but road crews were doing work along his normal route. This place looked lonely and desolate. It was not a great place to get stranded.
He noticed the car a long way off. It’s front end dipped downward into the ditch along the side of the road. He pressed his foot down on the gas pedal.
He coasted up along side the car. The Jeep’s tires crunched rocks and sticks beneath them as he slowed and stopped. The driver’s side window was open. A pair of women’s legs, feet in sneakers, stuck out the window with ankles crossed.
Logan put his vehicle in park and leaned over to roll down the passenger window. He called out, “Hey! Do you need help?”
A high voice mumbled but he couldn’t make out the words. He turned off his Jeep, climbed out, and approached the black car.
“Do you need any help?” he asked again.
“Help?” the woman asked in a feeble tone—thin and high.
Her feet trembled so Logan moved closer.
The woman—twenty something—lay like a cast off doll across the front seats and console between. He long blonde hair splayed across her face and chest. The woman moaned. Her body jerked in tiny motions.
Logan’s brow furrowed and he leaned in the open window. He didn’t want to open the door until he knew doing so wouldn’t cause an issue. He didn’t see blood which pleased him.
“Ma’am. Are you hurt?” he asked.
“Hurt?” she echoed.
He ducked his head further inside. Then he reached out and gently touched her arm. Her skin felt cold and clammy. He wondered how long she lay here. Still, he saw no cuts or bruises. He reached up to swipe her hair from her face.
A blur of movement surprised him. The sharp pain which followed surprised him even more. The woman’s teeth were embedded in his arm, just above the wrist on the top. He jerked back but her jaw clamped down tightly. He felt his skin give way as she tore a chunk away from his arm.
He stumbled back, hitting his head hard on the door frame. Cursing he backpedaled while clamping his bleeding arm with his other hand. He pulled up the hem of his T-shirt and pressed it against the wound.
The woman pulled her legs inside the car. Her cackling laughter rang out. Then she raised her head in the open window and grasped the door frame with both hands. Her eyes were wide and wild. She opened her blooded lips and grinned.
Logan stumbled around his Jeep and climbed in. As he started it up, he noticed a blur in the woman’s direction. As he threw his vehicle into gear, there was a loud thump on the passenger door. He gaped. She climbed in the open window quick as a cat.
The jeep leapt forward as his foot hit the gas. In a flurry of blonde hair, she leapt at the same time. She knocked him sideways, causing him to inadvertently jerk the steering wheel to the left.
Logan tried to fend her off as the Jeep hit the ditch. It continued forward before striking a tree and stopping with a jolt. Then a pain similar to the one in his arm exploded in his throat. The last thing he heard was that high, cackling laughter.
Fiction © Copyright Kim Richards
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Kendra Hale @DevourAllWords @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

Posted on August 30, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Recommendation
by Kendra Hale

“Come join us along the coastline of Azure Beach. The white sands against the crystal clear water are calling you. Enjoy the fun in the sun with a seaside bar stocked full with a wide variety of delicacies from the local brewers. During the night enjoy music with DJ Lex Stroker. Locals swear by the killer vibes! This is definitely a vacation you will never forget!”
She comes to  my bar, timid but excited. I give her my most charming smile, trying to put her at ease. I have been a bartender long enough that I have learned to spot the body signals, she is a vacationer. She is a virgin though, this is her first time leaving home. She has left the nest and is spreading her wing for the first time. It is a sweet sentiment to know that Azure Beach was her choice. 
She is nervous but shyly returns my smile. Her hand comes up to brush strands of her mahogany hair from her face. Her grey eyes catch mine and she looks beyond me to the bottles resting on the shelves behind me. 
“What do you recommend?” she says as she points to the ornate array of bottles.
My smile widens as I let my eyes follow her finger. A hmm escapes my lips and my hand comes up to my chin as I pretend to think on her question. I look over the bottles that range in age and color, size and different levels of alcohol. Each one had different names etched artistically and were filled with gold to stand out against the glass itself. 
Sure the bar had the usual common brews and liquors in stock, but that was not what people normally came for on vacation. That and the girl had asked for him to choose. I let my hand bruh over the bottles one by one ruminating on my decision for this sweet girl. 
“ Let’s see, Alfonso is a sweet sip, Christianna is a more robust flavor, Stephanio builds its flavors in layers.” 
She had come to me and had said the magic words. My hand stopped as my decision had been made the moment I had seen her smile. A deep royal purple bottle that reminded most of the one used in that old show about dreaming and genies. The name on the bottle was Eduardo and this was the only option it could have been. 
Turning back to her, I grabbed a glass out of the chiller and began to pour the dark amber liquid. The smell hit the air instantly of the light fragrance of honeysuckles. I watched her take a seat finally as her eyes went to the glass. 
“That smells delicious.” she brought the glass up to her nose, taking the floral aroma in. 
“Azure Beach offers many exclusive drink selections, but this is a personal favorite. Eduardo is floral, sweet, and light. Enjoy.”
I have played this game too many times. I know to be engaging enough while still remaining aloof. Charming. Charismatic. I turn to put the bottle back in its place and I hear her soft thank you. I turn in time to see her take the first sip. A smile lights both our faces, unbeknownst to her, an ancient deal has been struck. 
The night goes on and along the beachfront people meander along. Some still sway to DJ Lex’s tunes that sing out, echoing along the beach. Some make their way to their rooms for the night, content with tonight’s adventure coming to a close. The crowd had thinned to a sparse dozen or so left. 
The scent of honeysuckle sings to  me and beckons demanding my attention. She is waiting for me. The moonlight encapsulates her and the gentle breeze and sounds of the waves along the shore have set quite the stage for me.
I couldn’t ask for more. 
I can hear muffled noises behind me and I know that my brethren have claimed those who were chosen to have their drinks. 
Azure Beach is special alright. The locals discovered long ago how to merge our vampiric blood, the essence of our lives, into liquors that are unique to us. The receiver of this drink takes us into them. They seal a pact. All with the simple act of asking for me to select their drink. 
She tastes of flowers and sunshine, of honeysuckle touched by the sun after a spring rain. For the first time I am saddened I never asked her name…
Fiction © Copyright Kendra Hale
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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Just Emotions:
A Gothic Bite Magazine Anthology

A collection of poetry.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Bailey Hunter @DarkRecesses @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

Posted on August 30, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Pictures or it Didn’t Happen
by Bailey Hunter

Ray opened the package of fresh photos. The trembling of his fingers caused him to slip and get a nice deep papercut that ripped him out of his fearful focus, if only for a moment.
He didn’t want to look inside. But he had to. Some macabre place buried inside him forced him to. The combined weight of knowing of what he could expect in the packages, and not knowing who kept sending them clawed at his brain, and his anxiety.
Ray took a deep breath and held it as he pulled out the contents. A fresh stack of photos, each one detailing a day in his life, but not one he’d lived yet.
At first he thought it was some sort of elaborate prank sent by one of his more creative friends. He went on a public tirade about it at work, and on-line when no one would come forward. Random pictures of him at places he’d never been, doing things he had not done… at least not at the time. As the packages and the days continued, it became clear that these snapshots in time were of what was to come.
The first week they showed up, they were benign. Quick snaps of him having coffee at his favourite shop. Him at the post office, or on his way to work. They could have been any day, really. A whole week of stills of Ray just living his normal life.
The following week’s images were a bit more obvious. Ray being slapped by a woman. A date he hadn’t been on yet, but where he foolishly said something that did not go well. A trip to the dentist – in the dentist’s office – which turned out to be an emergency root canal. Ray bumping into someone on the way out of the coffee shop and spilling his hot coffee down his shirt. Each time the event happened, he remembered the photo detailing the moment before it came to be.
Last week when the package showed up, the images it held were worse. A broken leg at the ER. The police at his door. The tires on his car knifed. Each event unfolded before him no matter how hard he tried to avoid them.  He had slipped on the stairs outside his apartment complex due to some child’s errant toy. The police showed up because his date made claims that he physically assaulted her – while she’s the one that slapped him. She probably was the one to knife his tires too. He’d been a bit crude, but certainly not enough to warrant that. It had been a week from Hell.
Ray stared at the stack of photos from the latest package. He had to know, yet at the same time a deep fear grew.  Whatever they held, he realised he couldn’t avoid them. He wondered if they came true because he looked or if they were simply fated to happen whether he saw them or not. Ray shoved the photos back into the unmarked envelop. He wasn’t going to look. He couldn’t face each day waiting for the captured future to become his present reality. He had to be able to live.
He placed the envelop on the top of the fridge. “Out of sight, out of mind,” he mused to himself, knowing full well that it was going to gnaw on his brain like a tick burying itself.
Ray steeled himself to go out. He pulled on his coat, and hobbled to the elevator, the crutches digging into his armpits with each awkward step. He was going to get his coffee and do his best to pretend that this wasn’t happening. A mantra of “If I don’t look, it’s not real,” ran on loop in his head.
The elevator doors slid open and he thrust himself in, turning to push the G, That’s when he saw it. A picture of him, this moment, taped to the button panel. It showed only his face turned upward, twisted in a scream, his eyes were bulged in abject terror.
Ray felt the floor drop and his heart thrust up into his throat as the elevator plummeted him eighteen stories to his imminent death. His eyes bulged and an involuntary scream flowed from his mouth all the way down.
Fiction © Copyright Bailey Hunter
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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Bailey is a publisher with Dark Recesses Press.

Dark Recesses Press is a publishing house dedicated to providing high quality dark fiction in its many forms to the reader. Our end goal is to impress and entertain, no matter what dark recesses we dare shine our light on.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author D.M. Slate @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on August 29, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Rendezvous
by D.M. Slate

A slow, laborious breath escaped Raquel’s blood-stained lips.
Sprawled on the dirt near the water’s edge, her paralyzed limbs lay limply next to her body. With her head kinked motionless to the side, Raquel’s dilated eyes absorbed the tangerine hues of the Rocky Mountain sunset.
Deprived of oxygen, her body spasmed again, causing another quick inhalation.
Raquel knew that death would welcome her soon, and she yearned to feel its touch.
A crunch of dry grass broke her thoughts.
The puma’s massive paw depressed the marshy soil in front of her face, blocking her view of the horizon. She could feel the beast’s warm breath as it lowered its head, licking the gaping wound on the back of her neck with its sandpaper tongue.
Stars danced before her eyes.
The cat shifted its weight again, moving its paw to the other side of her body.
As her vision faded Raquel caught a glimpse of the tiny rowboat approaching. Her final hope was that her lover would not be joining her in death at their secret rendezvous.
Fiction © Copyright D.M. Slate
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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Roots of Deceit

Fueled by the underlying currents of her daughter’s death, Gianna vows to unravel the mystery surrounding the foreboding apparition who keeps making appearances in her new home, but she’s not prepared for the grisly trail of clues that’ll unfold before her; testing not only her sanity, but her guilty conscience as well.

Zack and Gianna call on a team of paranormal investigators to start them in the right direction, and after the initial terror of the ghost’s presence begins to dull, Gianna finds herself sucked into a web of deception, lies and murder, as the ultimate questions are posed: who is the terrifying pale-faced ghost, and what does she want? As the secrets of the past reach their gnarled fingers out beyond the grave, grasping firmly onto Gianna’s soul, she starts to suspect her only neighbor, old farmer Peterson, of committing the unthinkable crime.

But finding evidence to prove a twenty-three year old murder is more difficult than Gianna anticipated, and when the ghost gets tired of waiting, she takes matters into her own hands; at which time the distinction between the two women begins to blur…

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

Posted on August 29, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Laces Out
by Sonora Taylor

I took the laces from my shoes
And wound them ‘round your neck.
You thought I wouldn’t get you
When you threw me in the back.
But I came to and saw my laces
Blowing in the wind.
My shoes, my feet, my body all
A victim of your sin.
But I refused to play for dead
And ride with you to fate.
I took my laces, wrapped them tight,
And said, “Never again.”
Fiction © Copyright Sonora Tayor
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Abby Gillman has discovered that with growing up, there comes a lot of blood. But nothing prepares her for the trail of blood she sees in the hallway after class – or the ghost she finds crammed inside an abandoned locker.

No one believes Abby, of course. She’s only seeing things. As much as Abby wants to be believed, what she wants more is to know why she can suddenly see the dead. Unfortunately, they won’t tell her. In fact, none of them will speak to her. At all.

Abby leaves for her annual summer visit to her uncle’s house with tons of questions. The visit will give her answers the ghosts won’t – but she may not like what she finds out.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Holli Walker @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

Posted on August 28, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Merfolk
by Holli Walker

No one knows where they came from of or how they came to be. No one knows when they came to be
either, yet they are here. They hunt on the popular cruise ship trails. Following the ships, singing and
enticing the travelers. Urging them to jump and telling them they will get their hearts desire. It is well known that they are out there, but people keep coming. They keep going on late night walks. Knowing that there is a possibility they will come across one of the merfolk and they could fall under their spell and go for a midnight swim: never to return.
They usually hunt on full moon nights, with barely a cloud in the sky. You do not see them until it is too late. You hear them first; their sweet siren song fills the air around you. It is mesmerizing, promising you your heart’s desire; everything you ever wanted, if only you would jump. That is all you must do, is jump. What you do not know or realize too late; is that it was a trick. Once you reach the water, they are on you in a frenzy. Gnawing and grasping with their teeth and their claws. Ripping you, tearing your flesh and snapping your bones. They feast on their pray until there is nothing left. Maybe a scrap of fabric here or there, but nothing to show what happened to the human being that used to be.
So, if you must go on a water voyage, be warned that they are out there. They hunt, and they will hunt you, if you are unfortunate enough to decide to take a midnight stroll on the upper deck. Beware the merfolk.
Fiction © Copyright Holli Walker
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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107370194_791741324899305_2488792836852353967_nHolli Walker was born and raised in Indiana. She is a member of the LGBT+ community and loves to write about things that move her.  She has a wonderful son and is close to her family.

Please find more of her work here! 

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Linda Lee Rice @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

Posted on August 28, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Beyond the lens
by Linda Lee Rice

I found the camera in an old junk shop behind the train station. The proprietor was a grizzled gnome of a man, white hair, a big nose with a wart on his chin. He bartered with me on the price, stating that the camera was a good one. The owner said it worked, he didn’t want it anymore and seemed to be in a hurry to get rid of it.
It was a good bargain, and my camera had broken recently. Being that photography was my chosen profession, abet not paying much at the time, it seemed like a good deal. So, the proprietor and I came to an agreeable price. I tucked the package under my arm and whistled as I walked down the street to home.
Once home, I popped open the back of the camera and found a roll of undeveloped film. Hmm, interesting, I thought. The previous owner must have forgotten about it. I went into my darkroom and closed the door, and went to work.
The photos, once developed and hung, piqued my interest. They were taken in black and white and looked dated, which I thought was odd for a modern camera.
I hung and dried the rest of the film, which showed people in various poses. But the looks on their faces were ones of terror, their mouths looking as if they were screaming. Their clothes were old fashioned, and the woman’s photo showed her backed up against a wall, I could almost hear her wails.
A tall man wearing a fedora was on his knees as if praying, his hands held in a supplicant attitude. I had no idea to whom he was begging. The other photo had a couple clutching each other with tears streaming down their faces. The woman’s face halfway turned into her companion’s jacket.
Disturbed now, I let the photos hang, cleaned up, and left the darkroom. I didn’t know what to make of the images, who the people were, and what terrified them so badly. I went to bed and slept restlessly.
I arose the next morning, slipped into the darkroom, and turned on the light. The pictures had changed! They were all pointing at something beyond the image, looking both terrified and pleading. Feeling uneasy, I looked behind me, but nothing was there besides the camera. It sat there, innocent, and inanimate, just…watching.
As I watched, the red button glowed, a light flashed in my face, I blacked out.
I came to as I heard a whirl of film progressing and heat in my face. I put my hand up to cover my eyes to see better, all I could see was the eye of the camera looking at me as I was looking out of the eye of the camera.
Hearing the door’s click, I watched beyond the lens as the proprietor strolled up to the camera. He stroked the camera gently and peered into the lens and saw me. “Ah, another one, my pet! Excellent job!”
I stand here hands, over my face, while I scream and sob in this black and white world of nonexistence.
Fiction © Copyright Linda Lee Rice
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More about Linda Lee Rice:

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Linda Lee Rice aka Ruzicka has poetry published in Twilight Times, Dark Krypt, Fables, Descending Darkness, Writing Village, Spine, and Page, Muses Gallery, Bloodbond, Lycan Valley Press Publishers, Alban Lake, Highland Park Poetry, Rosette Maleficarum, The Siren’s Call, Edify Fiction

and the June Cotner anthology, “House Blessings” and “Garden Blessings

She has short stories published in The Grit, and Reminisce, Haunted Encounters: Friends and Family, FrostFire Worlds. Plus, a personal essay at Mamalode. She also has various articles and blogs published online as a freelance writer.

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

Posted on August 27, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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by Christina Sng

It is almost dawn.

I sit by the lake looking out at the sunrise.

How far we have come, from the burned cities across the desert land, through the swamps and the waterways, to this place we can finally call our home.

If I listen, I can still hear the enraged screams of the infected coursing through the air as they try to find a way to their remaining food source—us—across the water.

But they won’t. Mike and Ken burned all the boats at the harbor before we fled.

Still, I wonder if the screams I hear are making their way here or if they are just in my head.

“Mommy!” My little girl flings herself into my arms. Her eyes are brighter than the sun, gleaming with delight.

“There are banana trees, Mommy! My favorite!” she exclaims.

I smile to myself. That is good! We won’t starve.

She pulls me to my feet.

I look at the boat that has brought us here.

“Give me a minute, sunshine,” I tell her.

I walk over to the boat and pick up the red cooler box. It feels heavy in my hand as if the weight of the world is in it.

“What is it, Mom?”

I pause and listen. The screams are gone.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

“Let’s go sit by the fire then. Anita and Rachel found a lot of coconuts by the beach and are cutting them open as we speak!”

She pulls at my hand and notices the box. “What is inside, Mom?”

I look back at the lake. The screams return, echoing through the air. There are miles of water between us and them. They will never make it here. Not without a boat.

“Mom?”

“It’s magic,” I finally say. “Plan B, in case we don’t escape. To make us strong and invulnerable so we can fight. But we will have to give up the sun. And bananas.”

She wrinkles her nose. “That isn’t a very good Plan B then. How can anyone give up bananas?”

I smile. “Let’s go find our friends. Marge and Linda will take the next watch.”

My hand tightens around the handle of the cooler box. We walk back to the cabin where the last of us wait.

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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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Kathleen McCluskey @KathleenMcClus4 @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

Posted on August 27, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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by Kathleen McCluskey

Oh, how I remember my younger days of frolicking in the tall grass and sun with my childhood friends. Those friends that have returned to dust and only I keep them alive in my mind. As I lie here and reminisce of my innocence in those days I begin to realize that my life has turned into a calamity compared to those carefree times. My prepubescent dreams were shattered by time and the fateful day that I met George.
George was a charismatic, fast talking boy whose family farm was adjacent to ours. He and I had an instant chemistry that never faded even through high school drama. I remember his car and how we would sit and listen to the radio, our feet out the windows and our hands intertwined. He was my first and only love. He changed my life and my destiny forever. I lost more than my virginity with him. Now, I lay here along with him and wonder what my life and my death would have looked like if George had never graced my existence.
I miss seeing the sunrise, I miss seeing it set. I am resigned to a life in darkness. It is time for George and I to open our eyes and our caskets. It is time to feed. I am hungry, no, I am thirsty. A thirst that is never quenched, no matter how many lives I take. This life is no life. I want it to end, I do not want to be a creature of the night any longer. I think this more and more often as the decades pass me by. I have these thoughts daily then we go out into the crisp darkness and I feel rejuvenated. I run my tongue over my large fangs as George and I spot our next targets. We will feed, and feed well.
Fiction © Copyright Kathleen McCluskey
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The Long Fall: Book 1: The Inception of Horror

Lucifer always cunning and intelligent challenges father to a battle of wits. Being the angel of light he casts a judgemental eye upon mankind. He begins a war with his fellow archangels and God. Michael, along with his siblings defend their home and mankind from their deranged brother. Broad swords and hand to hand combat drench heaven in blood. The four apocalyptic steeds are released, each having their own destructive power. Betrayal and lust are at biblical levels. Understand the very creation of evil and the consequenses that transpire in the first of THE LONG FALL series.

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