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

Posted on August 28, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

The Ladies of Horror
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The Bookstore
by Kathleen McCluskey

Melinda arrived home from her mundane job at the bookstore, heartbroken that the shop would be sold. She kicked off her shoes and got undressed as tears began to fill her eyes. She put on her robe. It was the one thing that always made her feel at peace.  Her old cat, Raven was sitting on the counter and she smiled. As she was petting him, vivid thoughts of the realtor screaming at her about the new parking garage raced through her mind. She began to frown and tried to push the thoughts out of her mind.
She spread out a fresh tablecloth and lit some of her candles. Her favorite Poe book at one corner and a black box was at the other.  She poured herself a drink from the sacred bottle, took a sip and began. The cigarette that the realtor had tossed outside of her store lay in the center beside it Raven was curled up in a ball. She lifted the hood of her robe and raised her palms to the ceiling. Her long auburn hair swirled around her face as she chanted. Her eyes rolled over white when she presented the skull from the box. She placed the discarded cigarette in its mouth and filled it with the black liquid from the sacred bottle. Raven began to twitch and purr, his eyes glowed as she finished. The skull and all of it’s contents were just a pile of dust. Raven rose and started to clean himself. She picked him up and spoke, “I’m afraid we used another of your lives old friend but that realtor won’t be bothering us again.” She kissed him and put him on the floor and there he coughed up a cigarette and fur.
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 Ella Rite @ellarite1 @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on August 27, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

The Ladies of Horror
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Griffin-X
by Ella Rite

Monica Cain burst through the skirmish and sprinted to the priceless sculpture. The museum piece, dubbed Griffin-X, had the head of a goblin, the wings of an eagle and the hind legs of a lion. Divots dotted the sphinx-like structure. Stone flakes and chunks circled the pedestal that held the medium sized artifact. The weapon, a dented baseball bat, sat amongst the debris.
Security personnel had immobilized the archivist, Keith Lemon. “It’s cursed,” he screamed. “Destroy it before it kills us all.”
“Take him away.” As the archivists screams faded, Monica caressed the greatest discovery of her life. “He’ll pay,” she cooed. “I promise.”
A month later, Monica invited Keith to her apartment.
“Danger has followed that rock for centuries.” Keith presented various papers. “It’s a cycle: Griffin-X is discovered and people disappear. The Griffin-X disappears for decades, is rediscovered and renews the cycle.”
Monica shrugged and gestured. “Love demands sacrifice.”
The Griffin-X perched on the wooden mantle above the fireplace. The lips carved into a snarl exposing serrated stone teeth.
Keith paled. “Why?”
“Love.” Monica stood beside the mantle. “Meet Adomi,” she said. “He’d like to eat you.”
The statue eyes glowed. Its wings spread and it leaped. A seven-foot naked man with golden eyes, a broad chest and thick thighs landed before Alec. Deep pockmarks lined the forehead of the giant.
“Bonjour,” said Adomi. He lifted Keith by the shoulders and smiled. His mouth opened wide… then wider.
Keith screamed. Adomi swallowed.
Monica cuddled against Adomi on the sofa and reviewed the paperwork Keith provided. “In a couple of days, I’ll report you missing and blame Alec. We’ll be together forever. How does that sound?”
Adomi licked her earlobe. “I’m hungry,” he whispered.
Fiction © Copyright Ella Rite
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com 

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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?

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

Posted on August 26, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

The Ladies of Horror
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A Room with No View
by Mary Ann Peden-Coviello

“You booked this dump with ‘Booker-OffersDotCom, didn’t you?” Marlene’s voice, never dulcet, scraped Felix’s last shredded nerve.
“Yes, my dove. The listing sounded like a real fine get-away.” Felix retrieved the brochure from his coat pocket and read aloud.  “‘A unique, one-of-a-kind romantic destination. Once a lavish Victorian mansion, now a lovely, distinctive full-service hotel.  Each bedroom boasts a view of Lake Hyacinth and overlooks the Hyacinth House Maze Gardens.’ It sounded so . . . nice.”
“All right, Felix, as you’ve booked us into this ‘unique, one-of-a-kind’ dump – no doubt without an option for a refund – we might as well check in.” Marlene stomped to the reception desk, her substantial bulk raising an unsettling cloud of dust from the faded Persian carpet. A meaty fist battered the call bell half-a-dozen times.
Felix flinched at each angry jangle of the bell. With a sigh, he hauled up the suitcases and trudged behind his wife to the desk. Of the four pieces of luggage, only the smallest was his.
A slender, dark-haired woman poured into a strapless maroon dress glided from somewhere to stand behind the mahogany reservation desk. “May I help you?” Her voice hinted at late nights, champagne, and illicit pleasures.
“We have reservations. Mr. and Mrs. Hammersham,” Marlene snapped.
Minutes later, a uniformed bellman opened the door to Room 666 and allowed Marlene to enter. She waddled in with a sniff of disapproval.
He promptly slammed the door behind her and, with a deep bow, handed the ornate metal key to Felix. The bellman left Felix alone, suitcases at his feet.
The sounds began within moments. Growls. Snarls. Screams. Then silence interrupted only by the cracking of bones and tearing of flesh.
Felix took his lone bag and returned to the front desk. The sexy, dark-haired woman smiled, a close-mouthed curve of her ruby red lips.
“Ah, Mr. Hammersham, may I assume our Black Dog service met with your approval?”
“Yes, indeed. You cannot imagine what a relief this is.” Felix set the key to Room 666 on the desk.  “I understand that my, um, date is waiting for me in the center of the Maze?”
“Eagerly waiting, Mr. Hammersham.”
Felix hastened out the front door, disturbing cobwebs as he went, and entered the Hyacinth House Maze. Just before he vanished from sight, he stopped and brushed back his thinning hair with his hands. Must look nice for his date.
The maroon-clad woman leaned on the front desk and sighed in something like contentment. She was joined a moment later by an extravagantly blond man, pale and effete.
“The Minotaur is waiting hungrily, I assume?” the blond man asked.
“Indeed. He won’t like Mr. Hammersham much, I fear, but beggars and choosers these days, you know?”
“Hmm. Have we ever had a double booking like this one?”
“I don’t believe so. Delicious, isn’t it?”
A high-pitched wail reached their ears.
Identical smiles curved their lips.
Fiction © Copyright Mary Ann Peden-Coviello
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com 

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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 Rie Sheridan Rose @RieSheridanRose @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on August 26, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Harvest
by Rie Sheridan Rose

They are coming now…I can hear them skittering in the dark. Soon, soon I will have what I need to survive. It isn’t easy, calling in the crop—I think of them as a crop…something I seeded and watched incubate with bated breath until fruition. Mason argued with me about that. Said a living creature couldn’t be a crop. You don’t have a “crop” of cows. Well, then, I conceded. They are my herd.
And then I slit his throat to draw them in.
They are drawn to the scent of blood somehow…I don’t know how. Their senses are so alien to me. But the decanter of blood calls them like a magnet, all my little darlings in their hundreds. Calls them in their hundreds.
I lie here on the bier beside it, the sigils drawn upon my skin with Mason’s blood as well. When they notice, they will come to me—kiss me in their way…leave traces of their poison in my flesh.
I will live as they die, die as they live, a cycle we have perpetuated for millennia. Surely, Mason didn’t think this was my first time.
Come, my beauties! Come!
Let the harvest begin.
Fiction © Copyright Rie Sheridan Rose
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from Author Rie Sheridan Rose:

Ghosts, Gears, and Grimoires

A grimoire is a magician’s manual for invoking demons and the spirits of the dead. Within the pages of this book, you’ll find just such tales…along with a sprinkling of ghost stories, possessed machinery, and wicked deeds cloaked in Steampunk.

Immerse yourself in the magic, mystery and mayhem.

 

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Sheri White @sheriw1965 @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on August 25, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Night in the City
by Sheri White

The gargoyles around the city never bothered Maggie. When the other kids in her apartment building would tell each other creepy stories about the gargoyles coming to life at night and flying around to look into their windows, Maggie would cover her ears like her friends did.
But Maggie loved the gargoyles perched above the city. She felt they watched over her, keeping her safe from the real monsters that prowled the dark alleys in her neighborhood.  Maggie heard horrible things at night – screams, gunshots, sirens that seemed to go on until morning. Sometimes she’d look out her bedroom window, trying to see what was happening, even though her mother told her never to move her curtains at night.
“There are others out there who want to hurt you, Maggie. Who want to hurt us.  Since Daddy isn’t here to protect us, we must do whatever we can to keep safe at night. Stay away from the windows and don’t turn your bedroom light on. You can keep the nightlight.”
“Who wants to hurt us, Mama? And why?”
“Never mind. You just do what I tell you.”
Maggie liked to look out her window before it got dark because of the building across the street. Several gargoyles sat hunched over, observing the city. Maggie liked the one right across from her bedroom. She would whisper good night as the sun went down, knowing it would protect her from harm.
***
Maggie bolted upright in her bed, her heart beating wildly in her chest.
Something’s wrong.
She clutched her doll tightly, listening to the silence in the apartment. Screams suddenly rang out in the living room.
“Maggie, lock your door! Now!”
Maggie scrambled out of bed and ran to her door. Before she could reach it, the door busted open. She could see her mother on the floor in the living room, crumpled in a bloody heap. Her eyes met Maggie’s, then closed for the last time.
Something ran through the shadows into the room, and shoved Maggie hard enough to slam her into the window. She pressed her palms against the glass as sharp claws slowly slid down her back, easily slicing through her nightgown, drawing beads of blood along her spine.
Maggie looked at her gargoyle through tear-filled eyes. Help me, she whispered. She desperately gasped for air as a tentacle squeezed around her body. Another claw sliced her throat. She closed her eyes as life left her young body.
Come, child. You will be safe now.
Maggie smiled as she flew through the night on the back of her gargoyle, the flapping of its wings matching the last beats of Maggie’s heart.
Fiction © Copyright Sheri White
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from Author Selah Janel:

Barnyard Horror

This is a superb collection of horror art, poetry, flash fiction and short stories.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Lori R. Lopez @LoriRLopez @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on August 25, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Necromancer
by Lori R. Lopez

The window banged, its shutter
Flapping in a midnight chill.
A shadow leaned to secure the board.
Fog spilled like milk upon the street
And the figure paused, ashiver,
Glad for a snug garret to toil . . .
Where a candle’s glow warmed panes
Sealed from the Moon’s white stare.
He preferred a simple taper,
Age-old trappings, to the modern
Ease of manmade sorceries.
Conveniences they were called.
The ancient ways could not be
Replaced by false magic and show!
A student of the Black Arts,
The Necromancer in secrecy plotted
Occult orchestrations, manipulations,
With time-tested charms and potions.
High above the lanes and gutters
Where ordinary persons flocked,
He plied illicit practices,
Traditional methods and means of
Achieving vain goals, ulterior motives,
Mischief and purposeful mayhem.
This was his calling.  His devotion.
Though he could not soothe his own
Misery, the loss that tormented
Bosom and soul.  That would be evil.
And yet, and yet, how he yearned
To cast a single selfish spell.
Eyes closed, his blood throbbed
Within a strong but slender form,
Pulsing to an unbearable need that
Consumed flesh in a fiery gluttonous
Appetite ⸺ for retribution.
“I will have it,” breathed he.
How lovely the night; an excellent eve
To conjure.  Hunched at his desk, the gent
Drew an inked out-of-fashion pen
Then scrawled a poem, an arcane rhyme.
Laboring on a phrase, he glibly uncorked
A bottle of foul dark liquid.
As if wine, he tipped a few sips,
Blackening lips.  The scratches resumed,
Crafting lines of nebulous verse
Inspired by Poe, whose macabre words
He read to drown his sorrow.
To keep the vengeful spirit in!
Guided as well by the yellowed
Pages of another classic:  a grimoire.
The witch’s tome he would study
In flickers of austere light, absorbing
Its powers and wisdom.  Its warnings.
Now he had no mind for caution . . .
His heart uncorked.  A satisfied
Grin crossed a thin masculine mouth.
The handsome Diderot eyed a wet
Formula, drafted in spite.
Composed lacking composure.
Articulating a fey command.
With the stealth and swift grace
Of a breath-stealing cat chase,
The sweep of a pendulum’s axeblade,
Exit the casket!  Claw earth like a spade!
Haul your steps to my threshold ⸺
But wipe your feet, or return to the cold.
He lifted a sinful scrap of parchment
With trembling hand.  The rogue stood
To invoke a wicked behest, addressed
To the spirit of a long-lost rival who
Taunted his dreams, never haunting him
Fairly, in the hours awake!
A wearisome interval of anguish he paced,
Anticipating, hating a revenant, a wraith,
Both enemy and friend.  The door creaked ajar;
Cemetery frost rolled in.  A ghoul dented
His Welcome Rug:  dirt-shod, invited,
Glowering with a surly mug.
“Why did you bring me back?”
A coarse sneer disturbed the ear.
“We have unfinished business, Max.”
The angry challenge a feeble whisper.
Five skulls clacked teeth on shelf and
Table, a gruesome clatter.
“Don’t mock me!” the proud one bade
A watchful simpering peanut-gallery.
“Witness while I settle an overdue score!”
The knave stomped face to face with
A detested cretin.  “I shall take what is
Mine.  You will plague me no further!”
The corpse gave a smirk.  “Time will tell.”
Aghast with fury, the Necromancer fumbled
To search a deadman’s clothing; in the pockets
Of jacket and pants.  Naught was discovered
To console his passion.  “Where is it,
You devil!?”  Bare hands clasped a throat.
“I’m gone already.  Can’t harm me now!”
Maxime’s dire grimace inspired a rage.
Fingers throttled the neck.  “Give it back!!!”
A madman’s scream caused a gloating cadaver
To pale ever more and reach between
Umbral lips.  He pulled out a silver chain . . .
A pocketwatch dangled; a pendulum swung.
“You stole it from my grandfather!”
Diderot snatched the timepiece, a family
Heirloom.  “It was my grandfather’s too.
Why didn’t you just rob my grave?”
A wrinkled visage scowled unblinking.
The Necromancer remembered digging.
Or was it a vision?  Cracking open the coffin,
He could not find its treasure.
“You were my Great-Uncle.  I wanted to
See you again.  It’s better this way.”
He struck a match and threw it at rags.
Fiction © Copyright Lori R. Lopez
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com 

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More from Lori R. Lopez:


The Strange Tale of Oddzilla

This is a story about being Odd. A monster named Oddzilla, to be precise, who dreams of being normal. Even worse, he crawled from a pot of Anything Soup. It’s his first day of being monstrous, and he has been rejected both by people and the other monsters. He converses with the Moon and a Library, who further reject him. While trying to find his place in the world, he gets kicked out of Welcome for being too weird. Then things really get odd! A gang of pirates nab Oddzilla for their traveling Monster Carnival. He thought he had problems, but that’s where his troubles truly begin . . . with the evil Captain Snydely Wick and Morris Crudd, as well as his fellow oddballs and oddities who compete to be the oddest. Until he meets his Number One Fan. Lori R. Lopez — author of THE DARK MISTER SNARK, THE FAIRY FLY, AN ILL WIND BLOWS and more — has created an “oddyssey” of wordplay and wit for all ages. THE STRANGE TAIL OF ODDZILLA presents an absurd fable bursting with whimsy and melancholy and puns. In fact, the main character is practically a pun, isn’t he? There probably isn’t a sensible word in it, either, so it wouldn’t make a lot of sense to read this book. However, if you feel you must, the Illustrated Print Edition features very unusual artwork by the author. THE STRANGE TAIL OF ODDZILLA received Honorable Mentions for Best Cover, Best Illustrations, and Humor from the 2017 Purple Dragonfly Book Awards.

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The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Tish Lindsey @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on August 24, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Said the Spider
by Tish Lindsey

“This is it?” Rory couldn’t hide his disappointment.
“I guess so. The lawyer’s letter said the place had been ‘left derelict while your great-aunt Florence languished in a nursing home for ten years.'” I was equally dismayed.
“Ellyn, what kind of lawyer uses language like that anyway? We should’ve known something was up with this inheritance crap.”
“Okay, yeah, right. Well, let’s go in and see what’s what.”
My fiancé and I stepped into the living room of the moldering Victorian manse I’d inherited from a great-aunt I’d never heard of before that registered letter from Howell Taggart, Esq. Many years ago, the house had been a gracious home. Now, small clouds of dust swirled in the air.
Above the smells of mildew, dust, and rodent droppings, a musky reek hung in the air.
“What’s that godawful stink?” Rory clapped his hand over his nose.
“I don’t know, but it’s gross as hell.”
A scrabbling, skittering sound from the second floor drew our attention. We stared upwards for maybe ten seconds.
“That sounds like ten thousand rats! I’m so done with this place. Inheritance and Great-Aunt Florence be damned.” I headed for the front door – which was now covered by a giant spider web.
A spider the size and color of an elephant leapt from the dark shadows above. The thing grabbed Rory, dragged him to its mouth, and bit off his head – all in maybe three seconds.
I shrieked like a useless girl in a horror flick.
The skittering from upstairs turned out to be an even bigger spider that descended the stairs, two long legs extended toward me. I backed toward the front door. I remembered the web only when it caught me. The spider sprayed me with webbing and hauled me to the attic.
That was two weeks ago. I can feel the babies digging away in my belly. Soon they’ll escape and my nightmare will be over.
Fiction © Copyright Tish Lindsey
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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

Posted on August 24, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Black Widow Witch
by Kim Richards

Ten little spiders scrabbled upon the glass.
Eighty legs unable to catch a foothold.
Red sustenance with a foamy head like ale.
Almost close enough to touch
If that clear barrier did not stubbornly deny them.
“I’m hungry,” cried the only raven haired lass.
“I will poison that witch,” said one, now bold.
Each knew why a sip could cure their curse, their ail.
To be vampire again and such
Hateful red woman, with a wave of one hand, did condemn.
“Look! Her black rose wand lies unattended. So crass!”
The once beautiful blossom lay dead and cold.
“How can we defeat her? How do we prevail?”
Tiny said, “We can’t do much…”
“Other than spit out all our poison and coat the long stem.”
Waiting after, they hoped for death  with one grasp.
“You can’t poison me,” she spat with a scold.
“Please release us,” eight spiders begged with a wail.
Clasped in her murderous clutch
She flung them to die on the web of her skirt’s sticky hem.
Fiction © Copyright Kim Richards
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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The Complete Guide to Writing Paranormal Novels

Friendly. Useful. Current. Written by a collection of well-known authors for new authors, The Complete Guide to Writing Paranormal Novels: Volume 1 covers a wide range of topics necessary for building your first paranormal novel. Paranormal novels are found in all sections of the fiction bookstore. One of the most prevalent forms of fantasy masquerading as romances, mysteries, general fiction and urban fantasy, this guide has tips and topics specific to writing a variety of paranormal novels. With chapters on: Angels & Benevolent Spirits Yes, Virginia, There are Ghosts Fae, Fey, Faery, Fairy—A Quick Glance into the Abyss A Map to the Charted “Unknown” Love, Romance, Sex and… ’Tis A Mystery World-building Self-Editing: Have fun with It How to Win Agents and Influence Editors Dropped Eyes and Unattached Tentacles Were, Oh Were Vampires Lesser Creatures of the Paranormal Writing for Children and Young Adults It’s Time to Travel Marketing for Writers A Hard, Honest Look at Critiquing Critique Groups: Another Experience A League of Extraordinary Characters This guide will provide a solid path to completing that first novel by offering detailed help and reference material to get you writing.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Julianne Snow @CdnZmbiRytr @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on August 23, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

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Service
by Julianne Snow

My mistress makes me wait in stony silence, looking down from above at those who pass below. I can smell their sins, their worries, their fear; but I’m not permitted to act on their misery. Just to anticipate.
As the eternity of time stretches ever nearer its end, I can’t help but grow weary of the wait. The never ending stream of wretched consciousness, the overwhelming stench of despair; all of it drains me as it feeds me just enough to continue my taciturn vigil.
I long for the taste of them to run down my parched throat, but I remain steadfast in my soundless sentry. There will be blood when my mistress commands it; and it will fall from the mouths of us all to spatter on the streets below.
Fiction © Copyright Julianne Snow
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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 E.A. Black @ElizabethABlack @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Posted on August 23, 2017 by Nina D'Arcangela

The Ladies of Horror
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The Screaming Skull
by E.A. Black

The screaming began at 2 am. I awoke in a cold sweat, not sure of my surroundings as I lay in bed listening to dead silence. Then, more blood-curdling shrieking, coming from the top of the stairs. I fell out of bed and stumbled into the hallway to find the skull sitting on the upstairs landing.
It was a gnarled grey thing with stringy black hair hanging from it. The hollows where the eyes were glared at me, accusing me of a horrible crime. I was guilty. I deserved this torment.
Five hours earlier, I had buried it three miles away by the riverbed. I couldn’t bear to have the thing in my house, not after what I had done to its owner. He wouldn’t give up his farmhouse and the land to me so I poisoned him to make it look like an accident. As he lay dying he warned me to keep his skull on my mantelpiece in my bedroom facing my bed or he would haunt me forever.
He had no heirs so I bought his land cheap. Too fearful and superstitious to ignore his warning, I removed his head from his body and buried him in a pauper’s grave. I thought I was free from his curse until this night at 2 am. The noise would drive me mad! I snatched up the skull, which shrieked as I carried it, and ran with it to my bedroom where I placed it on my mantelpiece. The screaming immediately stopped. I returned to bed but could not sleep. The vile thing sat there, staring at me as I curled in fear into my pillow. I’d never be free of it.
Fiction © Copyright E. A. Black
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