Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Elaine Pascale @DocLaney @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on March 24, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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March_Image_01eLaLaurie
by Elaine Pascale

She dances in the light, our Madame LaLaurie. In sumptuous gowns with more food than she can eat and drinks that have nothing to do with thirst.
But most importantly, in the light.
We are in the hidden room: the nook of the attic. The darkness makes it impossible to see. The hot air presses on us like layers of goose down. The heat seeps into our pores; the heat pulses in our broken and twisted limbs.
But it could get hotter.
Millie sets the hidden room on fire, using the stove she is chained to. The flames would help us to be discovered. The flames provide some light along with the heat. We can see each other’s scars and disfigurements. We see things that we cannot name, that have no origin in voodoo or magic. We see things that are simply vile and evil. We see things only if our eyes had not been plucked or blinded by the Madame.
But it could get darker.
Madame takes us to the crawlspace she had made us dig beneath the house. The digging had taken place in secret, at night, even though the French Quarter never sleeps.
She takes those of us whose shackles can be broken easily. The others are sacrificed to the fire.
The crawlspace is impossibly small and smells like the rotten soul of the woman who commissioned it. It is barely large enough for our remaining hope of being discovered.
The flames did bring attention. At first people try to help, they throw water on the fire. Then when they see Madame escape alone, without her slaves, they realize what she has done.
We scream from beneath the earth, while the people tear the house apart. They are appalled and angry, and their fury rages along with the fire. They believe the bodies they find in the attic are the only ones that belonged to Madame LaLaurie.
We scream louder and the people say they are hearing the ghosts of the mangled bodies they had uncovered. Those bodies will be the lucky ones that are found, but we will all haunt the mansion eventually.
We scream while Madame dances off into the light and our world becomes flames and fire.

 

Fiction © Copyright Elaine Pascale
Image courtesy of  Pixabay.com

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The Blood Lights

They victimize all…

Jezzie Mitchell is in anguish; with her brother’s murder still on her mind, she’s noticed strange behavior among the girls in the residential treatment center where she works. Is there a connection between the contagion on Cape Cod and the deadly Bahamas vacation that changed her life?

Jezzie reaches out to former lover Lou Collins, a scholar who has chased proof of the lights for decades. Will he be able to solve the mystery of the lights in time?

Intensely competitive, reporter Bridgette Collins knows the lights are a way to secure fame in her career. And while it’ll put the final nail into the coffin of her ex-husband’s career, she vows to know the secrets of the lights. Even if it means unleashing a world-wide epidemic…

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Kim Richards @Kim_Richards @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on March 23, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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March_Image_04eThe Dinner Date
by Kim Richards

Bursa arrived for her evening dinner date dressed in a medium blue satin dress which matched her eyes. Her hair, dyed a blue-black, was swept up in a feminine bun with carefully curled strands hanging down at her temples. Her lips were rouged with red lipstick. She spent the extra money on the kind which resists rubbing off with a kiss.
She anticipated this date ever since receiving the invitation in the mail. Who sends those anymore? Only for the most formal of occasions these days so she knew this evening would be special. She was flattered to her core.
The name of the man on the envelope was familiar to her, though she couldn’t place him. Alexandru Nistor.  Googling it did nothing to ease her curiosity. He addressed it in an elegant looping script. She liked that a lot and decided to accept. She practiced her handwriting for two hours before filling out the RSVP card.
As her Uber driver pulled up to the house, Bursa looked twice and asked him if he had the correct address. The man frowned and pointed to the address painted on the curb. She muttered an apology and exited the car. As he drove off, she turned her attention to the house.
She expected something older, perhaps Victorian. Certainly not a single story with a flat roof and stucco sides. It’s squat chain link fence saw better days. It was bent in spots and coming off the rails in others. The yard beyond was brown and unkempt. There was a warm light in one of the larger windows. That encouraged her so she stepped down the uneven cement path to the front door.
After pushing the door bell button, she waited. No one answered and so she rang it again. Just as she pulled out her phone to call the Uber driver back, the porch light flicked on. The door opened with a creak.
She stood before a stooped elderly man with a pudgy nose. He wore a flannel shirt and jeans held up with red suspenders. His dark eyes glittered in the porch light.
“Yes?” he asked.
Bursa handed him the invitation and replied, “I’m here to see Alexandru Nistor. He should be expecting me.”
“Indeed he is.” The man opened the door wider and gestured for her to come in. “This way Miss.”
She followed him inside.  The large opulent interior surprised her. The inside was as lush as the outside was dilapidated. The difference was striking.
“Alexandru collects antiques,” she said to the little man.
“Indeed he does.”
He led her to a set of sliding doors. Heavy wooden things with intertwining roses and vines carved on the surfaces. Grasping the iron handles, he struggled to slide them apart. Bursa resisted the urge to step forward and help him.
The man stepped to the side and waved one hand. “Make yourself comfortable. I will let him know you have arrived.”
“Thank you,” Bursa said. Then she turned her attention to the room as she stepped inside. He struggled to close the doors behind her.
Two oil lamps burned low but provided enough light to reveal more antiques. Blue velvet covered chairs and a couch. A mahogany table with more roses carved on it’s legs. She laughed. The tablecloth matched her dress. On top of it was a silver tea pot and sugar bowl. Next to that sat a tall crystal decanter filled with a clear liquid. All of them were ornately decorated.  On either side of the drink ware flowers were laid out. Red and yellow roses along with white calla lilies. Bursa wondered why they weren’t in a vase. She might ask Alexandru.
After several long moments, the doors easily slid open. Bursa recognized Alexandru instantly. She raised her right hand to her neck where two round little scars blemished her white skin. A faint memory of a romantic encounter with him fluttered at the back of her mind. It was a pleasant tryst and she wondered why she’d forgotten.
The tall man was handsome with inky hair pulled back in a short pony tail. He wore a red modern silk suit, tailored to fit his thin frame perfectly. His dark eyes stared at her and instantly she felt naked.
The doors closed behind him with an audible click. Alexandru held out his long arms and Bursa rushed into them.
“I’ve missed you,” she whispered and laid her head on his shoulder.
“I know.” His voice was like velvet, as was his touch when he caressed her cheek with his fingertips. “I am here now.  Would you like a glass of wine?”
“Maybe after.”
He laughed.
“Certainly,” he said. He opened his mouth to expose his  fangs, turned his head, and buried them in her neck. 
All Bursa could do was moan in pleasure.

 

Fiction © Copyright Kim Richards
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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

Posted on March 23, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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March_Image_03eTime Rift
by Kathleen McCluskey

Jake was drawn to the old car at the auction. He knew that it would be the feather in the cap of his car collection. He had vehicles from all over the world and most validated as classics. Watching the auctioneer he immediately put his number out on the car bidding. After a long and heated auction the car was finally his. He sat down in the driver’s seat and was teleported back in time. The auction site was packed with people and nobody noticed him vanishing.
He opened his eyes and he was relieved to see that he was at his estate. The air smelled different, the flowers and landscaping were different. Standing he saw the butler that had raised him. His father vanished when he was a child. George had been dead for many years now and Jake was confused. He was trying to grasp what was going on. He said, “Hello, George.” George didn’t even look up, “Hello, Master Bell.” Jake thought to himself, “Master Bell? That was my father.” He continued into the house. Being taken aback by the sight of his long dead mother sitting in the sunroom, “Hello, dear” he was about to run to her and hug her when he spotted himself in the mirror. He almost crumbled to the ground as he saw his father’s face looking back at him. Gathering himself he went to the window of the sunroom and gazed out onto the lawn. He could see himself as a young boy playing with his cars. Jake stood there staring when the realization came to him. He was his own father. He knew that he had to avoid whatever circumstances made his father disappear out of his life. He wanted nothing more growing up that to have a dad and now was his chance.
He was watching himself as tears came to his eyes. He was turning to tell his mother, now his wife, “I love you” when a strange feeling came over him. He began to sway and awoke in the classic car at the auction. He was sobbing when the auctioneer was instructing the workers to move the car. He wanted so badly to get back to that carefree time in his life.
Fiction © Copyright Kathleen McCluskey
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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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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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Scarlett R. Algee @ScarlettRAlgee @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on March 22, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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March_Image_02eThe Final
by Scarlett R. Algee

Malory knew the door; had wondered about it for the entirety of her stay at the academy. Impossible not to, the way the other students tended to point at it and whisper. She put a hand to the scarred, pitted surface—it pulsed briefly beneath her palm—and studied the odd lock, ornate and heart-shaped.
So. This was it, then. Her last test. “It’s warm.”
“Astute of you.” Her teacher’s voice was low, gravelly; he bore the badly-healed scar of an old, deep rope burn around his neck. “Don’t touch it.”
She stepped back and tugged her collar, acutely aware of how utterly unarmed she was; even her training weapons had been taken. “What’s in here?”
“Ah, if I told you…” He reached over Malory’s shoulder and began to manipulate the strange locking mechanism. The metal whined. “That wouldn’t be fair, would it?”
He pulled the door open—the hinges were silent—and Malory could just see, in the darkness beyond, the beginning of a descending stair. “What do I have to do?”
“The same as the others,” and he put his hand between her shoulders and shoved.
Malory’s yelp was stolen as she smashed elbows-first into the stone staircase and began to slide. Then the slide became a tumble, her fingernails splintering as she scrabbled for purchase, until her ass hit the floor at the bottom and her breath was pushed out.
“Survive,” her teacher laughed from above, and shut the door.
Malory fumbled to her feet in the darkness, knees unsteady, every part of her angry and aching. She scrubbed her stinging palms on her pants and stepped sideways, into something that rolled around and beneath her boots and almost sent her sprawling again. Scowling, she bent and reached into the drift of offending objects, feeling long segments and rounded edges as she waited for her eyes to adjust.
Then a light snapped on somewhere above, and she saw the floor was strewn with bones.
An intact hand. Phalanges. A brown, shattered tibia. And beside her right foot, what had almost tripped her: a skull, small and crumbling, too small to belong to an adult.
“Survive,” Malory huffed, turning a circle carefully in the shifting mass. Survive what? The initial shock? Did her teacher expect her to collapse down here and shriek herself into madness? She plucked a partial femur from the debris and studied its jagged edge. Not a knife or a dagger, but enough to cut flesh, and with a little heft to it.
“Good enough,” she said to herself; and then, behind her, something moved.
She went still, thinking the bones had shifted, but the noise continued: a wet snort, a shake, the distinct falls of limbs being flexed and tested. A multitude of limbs.
A growl like metal shearing apart in a gale.
Slowly—slowly—she turned around.
Fiction © Copyright Scarlett R. Algee
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from author Scarlett R. Algee:

The Lift: Nine Stories of Transformation, Volume One

The hall is dark and the overhead light flickers. Sounds echo, and there’s a creaking and clanging that gets louder as you stand in the semi-dark. The elevator opens and you’re offered a ride. Step inside and ride it to the story chosen for your transformation. Don’t be afraid, for Victoria, the mysterious girl who operates The Lift, waits to guide you. Set in the same world as the award nominated audio drama, The Lift’s first written anthology features nine all new stories by fan favorite writers and special bonus content by creators Daniel Foytik and Cynthia Lowman. The collection is brought to life with beautiful illustrations by Jeanette Andromeda for each story.

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The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Naching T. Kassa @NachingKassa @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on March 22, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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The Seal and the Avatar
by Naching T. Kassa

Liliana stands at the window. Below, in the courtyard, her lover beckons.
Beyond the courtyard, black smoke rises into the pink sky. A bell clangs in the distance. Someone calls to the living, asking for their dead.
Liliana glances back at the bed, back at the body she once inhabited. Glazed eyes stare at her, the mouth slack, the skin stained red with blood. Her skin has not yet grown cold.
She hurries to the door. 
In the first room, the dancers move across the floor. Their masked faces appear monstrous and grotesque. Prospero is among them. He clasps a woman in obscene embrace. None seem to hear the distant bell.
Outside the stained-glass window, the light from a lit brazier flickers. Sapphire radiance seeps through and a silhouette passes. Liliana follows.
In the second room, dancers dressed in fine silk feast at a long table. They stand in the glow of violet-colored light admitted by a large round casement. Outside, the shadow pauses. It touches the glass and moves on.
The third room, a large ballroom, lies empty.  Crimson light enters through three French doors and floods the space. The unlit chandelier above sparkles scarlet. A figure stands at the center door. Clad in blood-red silk, his cloak a midnight black, Liliana’s lover waits.
Liliana glides over the parquet floor. She stops before the portal, her hand upon the latch. He steps close to the glass, pressing his gloved hands against it.
“My love,” he intones in a hollow voice. “I am too late.”
Liliana opens the door. She throws herself into his cold embrace. 
He holds her tight and when he pulls back, the mask he wears leers. It is a skeletal face, that of an old and decaying corpse. Strange. She finds no horror in it.
“I have failed you,” he whispers.
She shakes her head. The bloodless slash across her throat has rendered her voice useless. He traces it with one finger. 
“He will pay for every drop he’s spilled.”
She clutches at him, but he pulls from her grasp. He strides across the floor and through the doorway.
Liliana hesitates, then hurries to the door. She halts when the screams begin.
Fiction © Copyright Naching T. Kassa
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
 

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As technology takes over more of our lives, what will it mean to be human, and will we fear what we’ve created? What horrors will our technological hubris bring us in the future? Join us as we walk the line between progressive convenience and the nightmares these advancements can breed. From faulty medical nanos and AI gone berserk to ghost-attracting audio-tech and one very ambitious Mow-Bot, we bring you tech horror that will keep you up at night. Will you reach the Kill Switch in time? Edited by Dan Shaurette and Emerian Rich, with authors Chantal Boudreau, Garth von Buchholz, Bill Davidson, Jerry J. Davis, Dana Hammer, Laurel Anne Hill, Naching T. Kassa, Tim O’Neal, H.E. Roulo, Garrett Rowlan, Phillip T. Stephens, and Daphne Strasert.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author A.F. Stewart @scribe77 @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on March 21, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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by A.F. Stewart

She smiled at the display of romance: the turquoise silk carelessly throw on the table, the silver serving set, the roses and lilies. She traced her fingertips over the wine decanter and ruffled the flower petals.
He remembered our anniversary tradition.
She moved to a shadowed corner to watch her husband, Jake, as he entered the room. The tilt of his head, the sway of his hips, the half-smile on his lips. She studied him as he poured a glass of wine and gave a toast.
“To Annie, my darling. This is for you, on what would have been our fourth anniversary. I—” His hand shook and the wine spilled on the floor. He dropped the glass and collapsed in a chair. “Why did you have to die? Why are we here?”
Annie moved forward to stand beside him. Her hand brushed his shoulder.
He whispered, “You promised to never leave me. Oh god, oh god, I never imagined…”
She knelt down, her voice murmuring, “I’m still here.”
He answered, “I know.” Jake stared at her, the light moving through her ethereal form. “That’s the problem.”
She wrapped her arms around him. He shivered at her ghostly touch, prickles vacillating down his skin. “Stop fighting. You know you want to be with me. Drink the wine and let it happen. Let the poison take you. Then we can be together again.”
With tears in his eyes and a trembling hand, he poured another glass of wine.
She smiled. “Hurry, darling, I’m waiting…”
Fiction © Copyright A.F. Stewart
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
 

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More from A.F. Stewart:

HellsEmpire_CoverHell’s Empire: Tales of the Incursion

A unique anthology of two thrones at war as the forces of Hell assault an unsuspecting Victorian Britain.The cry went out to theologians and engineers, to artificers and antiquarians, to every name which could be named. By telegraph where lines were still intact, and by volunteer riders where they were not; smuggled along the coast in fishing smacks, semaphored from hill-tops. It came without royal sanction, issued jointly by the Lords of the Admiralty and Marquess Lansdowne, the new Secretary of State for War:”In God’s name, help us. We are losing.”

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

Posted on March 21, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Wash Me
by Sonora Taylor

Kayla froze when she approached her car. A message awaited her, scrawled on the front bumper of her number one beauty: WASH ME.
Kayla frowned as she jerked her car keys out from her coat pocket. The nerve. How dare someone touch her beautiful car with their dirty fingers? How could they rub through years worth of desert dust, garden dirt, and human detritus with a swipe of their hand and a flick of their wrist?
“Hey lady!”
Kayla turned and saw a man walking towards her. He held a grocery bag in one hand and held up the other in a motion to stop her. His hand was filthy.
“You forgot this,” he said as he held up the bag.
His fingertips had smudges of dirt. Dirt that had once been on her car.
“You need help with –” The man’s words curdled behind a yelp as Kayla plunged her keys into the man’s throat.
“Don’t. Touch. My. Car!” Kayla screamed.
The man only replied with bewilderment. He touched his filthy hand to his throat. Blood covered his palms and fingers. Kayla got into her car and sped away. The message on her car blinked like neon in her brain: Wash Me! Wash Me! Wash Me!
Her car didn’t need washing — just the dirty fingers that had smudged it. She’d find them and clean them once and for all.
Fiction © Copyright Sonora Taylor
Image courtesy of  Pixabay.com

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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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The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Marge Simon @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on March 20, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Schoolhouse Door
by Marge Simon

Has a big brass latch;
a feathery trail of scratches
mark its passage.
Outside we could hear them pecking rata-tat-tat on the window. Louder and louder it got. I kept my eyes on Sarah. She was whispering to Miss Hayworth, rubbing her back. We were all getting pretty antsy by now. Sarah brought her a glass of water. Miss Hayworth took a sip and wiped her eyes with a tissue. She stood and cleared her throat.
“Time to go home, children. Line up. Don’t rush. We will take our time walking to the road. Your parents will be there to pick you up. Today it’s early dismissal.” She pauses and tries to smile. “Today is a very good day!”
Bobby Joe was at the back of the line by the window. He swiped open the curtains. The sky was full of a million birds. There were so many, you couldn’t see the sun anymore. It was like midnight outside.
Her hand trembles
as the catch clicks,
the door swings wide.
Fiction © Copyright Marge Simon
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The Demeter Diaries
by Marge Simon and‎ Bryan D. Dietrich

‘The Demeter Diaries’ is a record of love and longing and the inevitable horror that arises between the minds of Mina Harker and Vlad Dracula as they court one another in waking dreams. The dialogue, written in both poetry and prose, imagines a psychic connection that develops between the two even before Dracula arrives in England. As Dracula makes his way from Transylvania to Whitby on the doomed ship Demeter, the two would-be lovers transmit their thoughts across the waves and lands that separate them, alternately wooing and terrifying one another with the idea of love eternal and all the dark delicacies necessary to ensure it. Front cover art by Wendy Saber Core, interior illustrations by Luke Spooner.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Rie Sheridan Rose @RieSheridanRose @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on March 20, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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‘Til Death Do Us Part
by Rie Sheridan Rose
It was supposed to be my wedding day. We had hired a grand ballroom for the reception—floor-to-ceiling windows; a cut-glass chandelier; a view to die for—everything perfect.
The night before the wedding, Jimmy said he wasn’t feeling well, and went to bed early so that he could rest. I didn’t think much of it. He’s always been so sensitive. I thought he might just want to be alone one last time—before we were together for life.
I didn’t sleep much myself. Nerves, I guess. I don’t know.
I got up as soon as I could get away with and looked at my dress for an hour. It was so beautiful. Then I slipped into sweats and went to check on Jimmy—not to see him, of course, that would be bad luck—but to check if he felt better.
A squad of med-techs in hazmat gear were coming out of his room with a body bag.
I couldn’t breathe.
Then I turned and ran. Ran back to my room, with the divine dress spread out across a chair. My face was wet with tears as I struggled into it alone.
I couldn’t reach all the buttons up the back, but it didn’t matter. Life without Jimmy would be no life. It was my wedding day.
Running up the hotel stairs to the ballroom left me out of breath and shaking, but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to let him get away on a technicality. I opened the window at the end of the ballroom and hurled myself out of it to the flagstones far below.
‘Til death do us part…can’t apply if we’re both dead, now can it?
Fiction © Copyright Rie Sheridan Rose
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More from Author Rie Sheridan Rose:

Skellyman

“I have always preferred the supernatural in tales of horror, the knot between life and death. Rie Sheridan Rose’s Skellyman is cool and creepy. Her first horror novel is a chilling read.” — Charlee Jacob – Stoker winner, Best novel, “Dread in the Beast”

Brenda Barnett is trying to cope with raising her four-year-old daughter all alone after an accident tore her family in half. As she and Daisy go for a much-needed treat, the little girl spots a Skellyman on the corner.

This pivotal encounter leads to a wave of mounting terror as Brenda’s life begins to come undone around her. Who is the Skellyman? Why does he keep appearing? Can the sympathetic policeman Brenda turns to stop the madness before it is too late?

And why does Daisy insist that her dead brother is trying to tell them something important?

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

Posted on March 2, 2020 by Nina D'Arcangela

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by Asena Lourenco

Helplessly she floated in the air,
Her eyes no longer blinking,
With a glassy touch they formed a tear,
Her mind at rest from thinking,
Her glossy hair fell down in small waves,
Not daring to touch the ground,
Frozen in time was only she,
Her lips no longer creating sound,
No longer shall they torment us,
The last one to fall from their spell,
As they banish the ones of green,
To their very own Hell,
They shall wield their magicks no more,
Extracted and locked away,
They shall harm not one more soul,
Until the destined day.
Fiction © Copyright Asena Lourenco
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More about Asena Lourenco:

Asena Lourenco is 12 years old. She loves reading, playing Scottish traditional fiddle music on her violin, dancing, and martial arts as well as writing her own stories.

She would like to be a teacher and writer when she grows up. She also loves cats and babies!

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