Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author E.A. Black @ElizabethABlack @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on September 24, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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The Jar By The Door
by E.A. Black

Eleanor stooped hunchbacked as she swept up the rice from the wedding. She scooped up a handful of the tiny white dreams the couple now husband and wife had promised to each other and was overwhelmed with sadness. Her marriage lasted only two years. No children. Her husband had it annulled. It was as if she never existed at all. But that was so many long years ago.
She never remarried. Dated little and bore no heirs. She didn’t live alone if you include her three cats as constant companions, but even they came and went as they pleased, stopping by only to be fed. Eleanor was used again as she had been all her life.
Wishing her age were 36 instead of the reversal of 63, she considered the timeline of her life. She would never have married Joe. She’d have quit her boring, soul-sucking job as a secretary. She wanted her youth back; a second chance, but none came. She recalled the cold cream jar in her bathroom medicine cabinet. Her youth, once vibrant and alive, haunted the bubbly blue cream. She saw her once young face in that jar of cream every time she used it but the wrinkles and liver spots would not vanish.
Father Mackenzie spoke a short sermon at her funeral, but no one heard his words. No one came. As alone as Eleanor, he preached to the ghosts that haunted his church. He buried Eleanor in a small, unobtrusive plot behind the chapel with nothing on her grave other than her name – Eleanor Rigby. Her soul was not saved that day. She was as alone in death as she was in life.
Fiction © Copyright E. A. Black
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from E.A. Black:

Midnight Movie Creature Feature 2
Short Story: Trailer Trash Zombies

Please step inside the May December Multiplex! Check out any of our thirteen screens for tales that will titillate, tease, and terrify. Come check out a host of other nasty beasties. So pop some corn, pour a beverage of choice (alcohol is permitted provided you have appropriate ID), and pick out your most comfy seat. Yes, come in and enjoy the show. And the best part is…your ticket is good for every screen! No need to sneak from one theater to the next…it is ALL included in the price of admission! Hurry and find your seat, the show will start as soon as you are ready!

Stories by Theric Jepson, Lillian Scernica, Stuart Conover, Chantal Boudreau, Matt Kurtz, EA Black, Tom Ribas, Suzi M, D Alan Lewis, Jill Behe, Elsa Carruthers, Jay Wilburn, and Michael James McFarland.

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

Posted on September 23, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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The Monsters of Men
by Melissa R. Mendelson

When my mother was at the end, she said strange things.  She talked of monsters walking through the woods.  She spoke of an ancient beast, something to never be summoned, but she summoned it.  And it marked her, and she bore a red scar that mirrored mine.  And in the end, she asked to be burned.  Burn everything, she said, or it would find her.  And it would find me.
After her funeral, I cleared out the house.  Most of the stuff was donated, but a lot was thrown out.  And in the attic, I found a small, broken chest.  Inside was a piece of paper.  It was a drawing of some kind of creature, and I shuddered.  And my scar hurt.  I never knew how I got that mark, and my mother never spoke about it.  She never spoke of my father either.
That night, it started to snow.  I used to love watching those flakes fall, but I was cold.  And I couldn’t get warm.  I called it a night and crawled into bed, but just as sleep was settling in, I heard crunching outside like deer stepping onto snow.  I moved out of the bed just as the window was fogging up like hot breath falling against the glass, and for a moment there, I saw piercing, blue eyes.
My mother’s stories were getting to me.  There were no monsters.  Still, my scar hurt.  I rubbed it as I crawled back into bed, and then I thought I heard the front door open.  But I knew that I locked it.
I was drifting off into sleep when hot breath fell across my face.  I opened my eyes and melted into the piercing blue.  My body softly shook like it was outside, under the snow.  White clouds of air slipped between us, and its lips etched close to mine.  Then, its body pressed against me, and I shuddered as its weight bore down into me.  And somewhere in the darkness, something in my belly stirred.
 Fiction © Copyright Melissa R. Mendelson
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from Melissa R. Mendelson:

Please visit the following link for a Chapter 1 Transcript Reading of LIZARDIAN by MELISSA R MENDELSON. Performed by Amaka Umeh.

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

Posted on September 23, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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The Curse
by Kathleen McCluskey

Angela woke feeling groggy.  She tried to focus on anything. She realized that she was bound at the wrists and ankles. There was something strapped around her waist pinning her to what felt like wood. She stopped straining when she heard footsteps, “Hello?” she called out.  All she could hear was the click, click, click of heels on the floor. The striking of the match temporarily blinded her. The person holding the match lit a candle. When her vision returned she immediately recognized the woman and a cold sweat began to take hold of her. Standing there smiling at her was Monica, her boyfriend Carl’s wife.
“You have been sleeping with my husband. You foolish, foolish little whore. You have no clue what you have done and now what I have to do.” She walked around the room and lit row after row of candles. Candelabras of all sizes illuminated the bleak surroundings.  Angela looked, all she could see were stone walls with cobwebs hanging in large ancient streams. Monica was standing at the end of the wooden platform that she lay upon.
“What’s going on? Where am I?”
Monica thought she looked beautiful with her long black hair and perfect skin. She became even angrier when she noticed the pink streaks in her hair. She thought to herself. She looks so much younger than me. No wonder he cheated, I could never look like that. She took an ancient scroll out of her pocket along with three vials. “Bovine, Bovine chewing a cud,” she splashed the first vial onto Angela. “Mistress, Mistress pulling his pud,” she splashed the second. “Heffer, Heffer , snot from the nose,” she splashed the final vial. She smiled, “Angela, Angela shall reap what she sows.” Angela screamed, Monica spoke, “Now you filthy cow, you will look exactly like what you are. Good luck finding any man to love you now.” She turned, went up the stairs and left the deformed woman in the basement of the barn.
Fiction © Copyright Kathleen McCluskey
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com 

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More from Kathleen McCluskey:

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 Julianne Snow @CdnZmbiRytr @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on September 22, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Have You Ever…
by Julianne Snow

Part One
Have you ever felt the searing pain of a bite? The way your flesh tears away from itself, the warmth of your blood spreading outward? The white hot pain that clouds your judgement as the nerves once hidden are exposed to the harshness of the outside world?
It’s agony, pure and simple. Your body reacts with a flush of adrenaline, turning you into a super human for the moments it can stand the natural drug running through it. Pain becomes numbed, your other senses heightened, but sometimes it’s for naught.
There’s nothing you can do in the face of murderous hunger. A hunger so intense its unimaginable by those not feeding off it.
The minute I fall is the minute it’s over. The pain is more intense and while my eyes don’t want to see my own end, it is inevitable. That face, my blood smeared across it, is the image I see before it goes dark.
Part Two
Have you ever felt the instinctual need to eat? The way flesh tears away from itself, the warmth of someone’s blood as it flows down your throat? The blinding need that clouds your judgement as the taste of your victim spreads through your amygdala.
It’s ecstasy, pure and simple. Your body reacts with a flush of dopamine, turning your desire into something palpable, orgasmic. Your other senses heighten as the pleasure washes over you, you want—no, need—more.
There’s nothing you can do in the face of insatiable hunger. Your hunger so intense it transforms into unimaginable pleasure misunderstood unless you’ve felt it firsthand.
In a minute it’s over and the bliss slackens, falling off into nothingness but a dull remembrance. The pain of need becomes intense again and your smile turns into a grimace. The body before you is spent, their blood a reminder of the hunger that’s building again.
Fiction © Copyright Julianne Snow
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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JulianneSnow_TheDeadOfPenderghastManorThe Dead of Penderghast Manor

What would you do if you knew the Dead could talk?

For Chester Penderghast, it’s not the easiest of questions to answer…

Ensconced in the basement of his family’s mortuary business is the last place he wants to be, but when the conversation starts flowing, Chester’s the only living person who can hear it. What do the Dead want, and why is he the only one who can hear them?

This is not your average zombie tale—the Dead don’t want to eat your brains, but they will chew your ear off!

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Lydia Prime @LydiaPrime @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on September 22, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Just Desserts
by Lydia Prime

Samuel had been doing this for decades; step, crunch, drag. Step, crunch, drag. He stayed hidden in his remote mountain area where he’d created a home for himself overlooking a lake that froze every winter. He was nearing his late sixties and was becoming too weak for his repetitious task. Step, crunch, drag, Step, crunch, drag.
When he was a young man he’d loved an incredibly beautiful woman that had been just as interested in the outdoors as he was. Unfortunately, as beautiful as she looked on the outside, she was rotten to the core on the inside. He‘d caught her cheating on him time and time again – always forgiving, he believed her promises that ‘this was the last time’. One day, Samuel finally had enough and took his love out to the great lake for a boat ride. Step, crunch, drag. Step, crunch, drag.
He’d chosen to confront her one last time. As he rowed toward the middle of the lake her lies spilled out like a broken record; he couldn’t take the heartbreak any longer. Samuel saw red as he reached up and wrapped his meaty hands around her neck and strangled her. He watched as the light faded from her eyes and her skin turned from its usual soft, pale beauty to that of a bloated purple corpse. Step, crunch, drag. Step, crunch, drag.
Staring at her motionless body, his heart raced. He’d enjoyed it, and that genuinely excited him. He effortlessly tossed her out of the boat and watched her body sink; her unseeing eyes looking up at him the whole way down.
Forty-or-so years later, he’d developed a taste for stealing the life from women who reminded him of his lost love. As the seasons passed, he would hide in the thickly wooded area and watch young couples on the lake. Any woman he deemed ‘disgusting’ or ‘unworthy’ of their man, he would discretely pluck from the world. He kept them at his home for months, as he’d learned the joys of a slow death taught them their lessons far more satisfactorily. At the end, he would dismember them. A sort of ‘just dessert’ in his mind – to pull them apart physically as they had done to their men emotionally. When winter rolled around, he would trudge through the snow coated ground to the lake where it all began. Step, crunch, drag. Step, crunch, drag.
It was time for Samuel to dump his decidedly final victim. He arrived at the lake, cracked the ice and dropped the bags into the icy water. “Samuel…” He heard a sing-song voice whisper. Unsure of where the sound came from, he was unable to pinpoint it. He froze, unsure of who was there and how much they’d seen. He waited, shivering in the snow for almost an hour; no sound came to his ear. He chalked it up to paranoia and decided it was time to start making his way back home. Step, crunch, crack. Step, crunch, crack.
“Saaaamuel.” The voice finally called again.
“Who’s there!?” He shouted trying to cover his fear. “Face me, show yourself!” he demanded.
“Samuel!” His name was angrily whispered from all around him. This startled him even more, in his fear, he’d misstepped and had backed onto the ice. He slipped and fell forward, his face looking directly into his freshly made hole. “Saaaammuel!” he heard one final time before feeling dozens of hands crush his body against the ice. His eyes widened with fear as he saw his former lover’s face quickly rising to the surface.
“We’ve missed you, Sam.” She sang out as she and his other victims dragged him below the ice to his own watery grave.
Fiction © Copyright Lydia Prime
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More about Lydia Prime:

Lydia grew up in a small, ‘Mayberry,’ sort of town, in New Jersey. She thoroughly enjoys gummy bears and laughing through the darkest depths of life. More often than not, she writes about demons and monsters, however, being a recovering addict tends to turn inner demons into fearsome foes to be fought beyond the constraints of the mind. ‘Sometimes,’ she states, ‘what’s inside, is scarier than anything reality throws at you.’

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Selah Janel @SelahJanel @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on September 21, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Night Terrors
by Selah Janel

The dream was back.
The dream that was so lucid, it was almost less a dream and more an opening into another world. The dream where nothing existed except the void, where there was no place to run, no other place to escape to. In the dreams there was only gray: gray sky, gray ground, gray shapes. Cold, gray air. Gray, looming dread.
And shadows. Lumbering, hulking things that might be mountains, but could be something else. They were always on the periphery, waiting to spring into form, ready to do…something.
Terrence had had the dreams since he was little. They’d back off for a while, then send him screaming to his parents’ room until they insisted that he was old enough to realize monsters don’t exist. They’d freaked out his roommate in college, made his wife send him to the spare bedroom permanently after a while. He’d tried shrinks, tried sleep aids.
For a while, they worked and made his mind mercifully blank.
And then the lovely velvet blackness inevitably turned gray.
And the thing would show up.
It never had a name, and at first it had been another shadow stuck between the not-quite-mountains. Or maybe they were a gateway.
When he was ten, the thing gained a silhouette.
At twenty, the details began to show. Now, at 40, it was all old hat, but no less horrifying to see the thing staring at him from that gray nothing world. Long, curved horns, long hair, long beard, long ears, long face. Burning, merciless eyes. It was the face of something else, of somewhere else, and every time he had the dream it got closer.
That night, it had gotten so close he could smell it’s reeking, blood-stained breath and noxious pelts. And he’d heard its thoughts.
Rumbling, in a language no man had heard for eons.
It has begun. You will do.
 And this time, also unlike the others, it smiled a horrible, victorious smile. And Ted couldn’t look away no matter how hard he tried. There was something in the thing’s eyes, a terrible, conniving secret, and he found himself falling into them.
You’ll do nicely.
 That was the point he woke. He should have been screaming, thrashing, running for cover. Because it felt so different, yet so real.
This time, though, he was calm. Relaxed. Strangely triumphant, as if deep down, at long last, he knew the ordeal was over. He left the spare bedroom and slunk into the master to use the john. On the way he tugged the covers up over his wife. A light sleeper, she stirred, fluttered her eyes awake as she rolled over.
It didn’t even occur to him that she was the one to scream this time, and that suddenly, easily, he’d made it stop. It didn’t occur to him that the light creeping under the drawn curtains wasn’t the nighttime outside lights from the street, but a dull, constant gray.
Nothing occurred to him until he flicked on the bathroom light and saw the thing staring right back at him from the mirror, strong and horrible, victorious, and very hungry. He blinked, and watched the thing blink with him. He opened his mouth, and the creature did the same. The thing in the mirror slowly smiled, and to his horror, Terrence found his own mouth moving, or maybe he had moved first, he couldn’t say.
And then Terrence knew he’d never dream again.
Fiction © Copyright Selah Janel
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from Author Selah Janel:

Mooner

Like many young men at the end of the 1800s, Bill signed on to work in a logging camp. The work is brutal, but it promised a fast paycheck with which he can start his life. Unfortunately, his role model is Big John. Not only is he the camp’s hero, but he’s known for spending his pay as fast as he makes it. On a cold Saturday night they enter Red’s Saloon to forget the work that takes the sweat and lives of so many men their age. Red may have plans for their whiskey money, but something else lurks in the shadows. It watches and badly wants a drink that has nothing to do with alcohol. Can Bill make it back out the shabby door, or does someone else have their own plans for his future?

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Mary Ann Peden-Coviello @MAPedenCoviello @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on September 21, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Mirror, Mirror
by Mary Ann Peden-Coviello

“Fortune-tellers aren’t legit, Bradley.” Tiffani, lovely and popular from babyhood, clung to the well-muscled arm of her current “true-and-forever-love.”
“It’ll be fun. We’ll go in and get our fortunes read, see if we’re fated to be together.” Bradley smiled down at his perfect darling.
Tiffani’s left eye twitched. Bradley’s sappy streak tweaked her nerves sometimes. “All right, baby. If you really want to.”
The two teenagers entered the fortune-teller’s tent. Set a few yards away from the hurly-burly of the Halloween Dayz Fun Times Faire, it was partially hidden by a booth boasting “See the Amazing Snake Woman! She Dances! She Slithers on the Floor!”. An unobtrusive sign promised Madame Esmeralda, Fortune-teller Extraordinaire, was available to tell futures for a mere five dollars.
“Ah-choo!” Incense tickled Tiffani’s nose. “It stinks in here. And it’s so dark! Papa says these gypsies are all frauds anyway. Let’s go, Bradley.” An unpleasant whine slithered into Tiffani’s voice.
A swish of the bead curtain and a fluttering of scarves and multi-colored skirts heralded the entrance of Madame Esmeralda. Her face, indistinct in the darkness, was obscured by shadows. “Greetings, my dears,” she purred in an unidentifiable accent. “Please, sit. Sit. I shall tell you all.”
“I don’t believe in this baloney, Miss Emerald. I’m only here because my boyfriend insisted.”
“Indeed? Perhaps I shall change your mind.”
“Nope. My mind’s all made up.”
 “If you will . . . ” A pale hand emerged from the scarves, scarves that fluttered constantly in a non-existent breeze.
Reluctantly, Tiffani complied.  Esmeralda’s forefinger trailed across the girl’s palm.
“You are a Taurus, yes? Your life will be an interesting one. It will transform in the night.”
Tiffani jerked back her hand and dashed from the tent. Esmeralda smiled enigmatically, waved away Bradley’s fiver, and shooed him out of the tent.
That night, Tiffani slept fitfully, tormented by odd dreams. She woke before dawn with a copper taste in her mouth. Stumbling to the bathroom, she put a hand to her lips.
At the mirror over the sink, she slowly raised her eyes.
She screamed.
“Mawwww.”
Not a human scream.
From her cheekbones up, lovely Tiffani stared back.  From nose to throat, she was a bull, complete with nose-ring. Taurus the Bull.
“Mawwww.”
Somewhere in the darkness, Madame Esmeralda laughed.
Fiction © Copyright Mary Ann Peden-Coviello
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com 

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More from Mary Ann Peden-Coviello:

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Short Story: One Hour Before the Dark

Women write horror and have written it since before Mary Shelley wrote FRANKENSTEIN. This anthology is to highlight the fact women write great horror and to kill the fallacy that they aren’t in some way up to standard. They are. Read here stories by Elizabeth Massie, Nina Kiriki Hoffman, Lucy Taylor, and a plethora of other great writers as they work on your nerves, get inside your head, and bang out some of the scariest tales written today. I’m proud to present these women for your consideration, as Rod Serling might say, as I ask you to step into FRIGHT MARE. Lock the door and windows, put on a light, and remember, it’s not real. It’s not real. Midnight awaits, monsters scheme to take you away, the strange and weird wait in the shadows, but it’s not real. Is it?

Edited by Billie Sue Mosiman, the author who brought you the SINISTER-TALES OF DREAD collections and her latest suspense novel, THE GREY MATTER.

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

Posted on September 20, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Zombie House
by A.F. Stewart

“I’m ready for my close up.”
The noseless, grey-faced terror grinned, its bloody mouth showing several missing teeth.
With a quick glance at the armed security, the cameraman zoomed in for the shot, his hands trying not to shake. The creature leaned in and gave the viewing audience his best money shot.
In the background a quavering announcer intoned, “Welcome to another edition of Zombie House Survivor!” A pre-recorded scream filled the set, before the voice continued. “The show that pits zombies against humans for the chance to win one million dollars!”
Spooky theme music sounded through the set, and then the telecaster resumed the narration.
“Last episode we saw the evisceration of Zombie Lila as she lost the obstacle course challenge and was thrown to the angry mob by her housemates. We also saw the demise of human fan favourite Ted, as he was unfortunately killed and his brain eaten during the “Flee for Your Life” challenge. That leaves only Sue, Barbara, and James on the human side, with Zombie Mary, Zombie Gary, and Zombie Rachel playing for the undead.”
The cameraman zoomed out for a panorama shot of the scared or growling contestants as the announcer gave one last spiel.
“Who will win? Who will come out alive as the Zombie House Survivor?”
They faded to commercial as two fingers on Zombie Gary’s left hand fell off, and Sue nearly threw up on the sofa.
Fiction © Copyright A.F. Stewart
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from A.F. Stewart:

Killers and Demons: Books I and II

Book I: Creep into the pages to greet terror.
Killers and Demons is a collection of five horror stories where the macabre murderers don’t get caught and evil triumphs.

What happens if you awake, afraid, alone and in complete darkness? If you find someone wants your heart for Valentine’s, literally? Or if you come face to face with evil on the dark streets of historic London? You would end up dead, of course.
Come spend some time with the homicidal and savour their kills, dance with demons as they hunt and watch the blood drip slowly, sweetly from their fingers.

Book II: Evil is back, with a greater appetite for death.

Killers.
Demons.
They lurk forever in the shadows, smile at you in the morning, and haunt your dreams at night. You can’t hide, you can’t run, and there’s no escape. You can only scream when they come for you.

Killers and Demons II: They Return is a collection of thirteen tales, blending short stories and flash fiction, tales where the blood lingers on your tongue or spurts quickly from the swift cut.

The Villainous Roster:

Wade, every parent’s nightmare
Hannah and Mr. Greeley. Who is the victim and who is the villain?
Simon and Zoe, a married couple who are dying to be single again.
Norman and his “cookie” of a wife, Mabel.
Millicent and Jane, a delightful duo you shouldn’t invite to your Regency tea party
Amanda, who literally has a skeleton in her closet
Balthazar, the demon bounty hunter on the hunt once more.
Sarah, a young woman going through some changes and craving new tastes
Emmeline, hanged as a witch, now back from the dead for revenge
Gabrielle, a woman haunted by shadows
The Dollmaker, she showers death, and an umbrella won’t help
Nightmare Demons, bent on driving a town insane

And then there’s Alice, a little girl locked in the basement by her Daddy…

Together they form a spine-chilling cadre of predators.

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

Posted on September 20, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

The Ladies of Horror
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Limbo
by Ela Lourenco

Frozen, trapped in this realm where there are no yesterdays or tomorrows – where time is meaningless. It has always been thus. Black tendrils of noxious gases encircle my translucent body, chaining me to an eternity of penance. Penance for a sin I cannot remember.
I remember little – was I born here? Sometimes I have flashes as though some long forgotten memories were bubbling out of my brain, trying to fight their way to the surface. How long have I been here? A minute? An eternity? I don’t even remember my own name…
Fiction © Copyright Ela Lourenco
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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Essence

Katra is a Fae Hunter in a world once ravaged by a terrible war. Having lost all memory of her childhood and rightful identity, her duty is now to protect the tentative peace brokered by the varying races of the supernatural world. When an evil darkness begins to spread, draining young witches of their power, Katra must find a way back to her true past in order to save the future.

Enduring many trials as ever-increasing powers awaken within her, Katra must also struggle with the mixed emotions her new partner, Blade – a Black Dragon – is rousing within her. Together they must battle the shadows that plan to devour the world they know and prevent its decent into another thousand-year war.

Can Katra hold onto her strength as the truth of her very being begins to unravel? Can she bear the weight that ancient prophecy has placed on her young shoulders? Or is her destiny to regain her true self, only to lose the world she is sworn to protect?

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The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Stacey Turner @Spot_Speaks @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on August 29, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

The Ladies of Horror
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A Witch Scorned
by Stacey Turner

Sable popped one of the spiders from the table in her mouth, savoring the sour tang and satisfying crunch. So good, she thought. But too many on the lips, eternity on the hips. She giggled. It wouldn’t do to lose her figure. Keeping Victor’s attention was challenging. She glanced at the single black rose lying beside her favorite decanter. There was a time, not so long ago, that one rose would have been a dozen, the spiders’ home a heart shaped box instead of a dime store bag. She sighed. His desire for her had surely gone cold. He’d become distant and she wondered if he’d strayed.
The private investigator she’d hired had dropped off a large manila envelope and collected the rest of his fee. She knew what that meant, but still she hesitated. Opening the parcel meant finding the truth. And once known, it could not be un-known and action would be necessary. Why did things always have to end? Her stomach was in knots and she regretted eating the spider. Best to just do it, like ripping off a bandage. She opened the missive and scanned the contents.  A collection of photos slipped to the floor as the envelope fell from her shaking hands. She’d anticipated the worst, but not…no…nothing like this. Sadness quickly gave way to anger, and anger to rage.
She roared out her anguish and the lights above her dressing table flickered than burst. A gust of wind circled the bedroom, knocking over the bookcase and ripping curtains from the windows, the comforter from the bed. As suddenly as the storm began it ended. She stilled her fury and her power. Her gaze focused on the decanter, her favorite poison preserved inside. But no, she thought. No. She would not be easy on him as she’d planned. Instead, death would be slow and painful. So very painful. How dare he? How. Dare. He. To lose interest she could accept. Love is fickle, she knew this. She’d been left before and would be again. You couldn’t live for millennia without going through a few lovers. But to leave her for a human? A goddamn mortal? A flesh bag? It was not to be endured. She’d planned to end him, running in to old lovers too awkward to tolerate, but now she would annihilate him. A human, she snorted, indeed.
Fiction © Copyright Stacey Turner
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from Author Stacey Turner:

Morbid Metamorphosis 

Metamorphosis occurs every day as caterpillars become sweet fluttering butterflies, tadpoles become gorgeous frog princes and chameleons become one with the beauty of nature – but you won’t find any of that here.

The transformations you’re about to witness are unnatural, sometimes gruesome and deeply psychological. They will make you question reality and take your mind places it was never meant to go.

Cover art and design by Greg Chapman

Terrifying Tales of Transformation from Greg Chapman * Roy C. Booth & R. Thomas Riley * Terri DelCampo * Dave Gammon * Nancy Kilpatrick * Rod Marsden * Jo-Anne Russell * M.J. Preston * Stacey Turner * Tina Piney * Suzanne Robb * Franklin E. Wales * Donna Marie West * Suzie Lockhart * Cameron Trost * Daniel I. Russell * Simon Dewar * Amanda J. Spedding * Ken MacGregor * Erin Shaw * Gregory L. Norris * Nickolas Furr

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