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

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Digging Up Bones 
by Kendra Hale 

“You’ll be so comfortable here, you really couldn’t ask for a better view. The way the sun breaks through the branches and leaves as dusk and dawn hits is so tranquil.”

Heidi paused taking a break as she brought her hand up to wipe the sweat from her brow. This overlook was one of her favorite places and the breeze held just enough of a chill that the relief was a comfort. The water bubbled and spat as it churned just below them, the currents headed for greater waters. A soft and mirthful chuckle escaped her lips as she found the flow of the water relatable. When she spoke there was a calmness in her tone but that calm was a thin veil for the venom beneath its surface.

“All my life I have been forced without reason or choice to mold myself to everyone’s specific view of me. These souls who were supposed to love me unconditionally, through good or bad, didn’t even want to know me. Not who I am on the inside. Oh no. They were only too happy to push their view of me and who I should be, behave, speak, regard myself, carry my emotions…all of it to their individual preferences. Any time I tried to break out of the box, they would tape it tighter and tell me that it was for my own good. The fact that I was so easily forgotten once they had already had their fun at my expense, even manipulating the truth because “surely their son or brother could never something so vile”, well the body sheds but the mind remembers and sadly that wasn’t even the worst of their tresspasses.It didn’t matter which aspect of a relationship these unconditional bonds took it always led down the same path. And let me tell you something Leroy that takes a toll, quite a drastic one in fact.”

Heidi paused for a moment to look at the man who was supposed to be a Father to her. The one who had gotten her Mother pregnant in high school and hadn’t entered her life again until damn near her mid-twenties. The thought of having family, one that wanted to know her and enfold her had been all that she had desired in life. To belong and to have a safe environment where her words were heard and understood and not used as a weapon against her. But even that wish had been a fantasy.

“You know your Mother was so excited to finally meet me, your sisters swore that all my life they had wanted to be a part of my experiences. How sad it was that my Mother had blocked them out and us only living less than thirty minutes away. But you were carefree. I only wanted you to know I existed. You didn’t even recognize yourself in me, passed right by me at the funeral. I can’t begin to tell you what pain that caused.But if I am being honest, your sister caused the most pain. In her I found a kindred soul, one that nourished and matched me for my loves and saw me. But you all took advantage of that bond and made me manipulate her into going to the hospital when her mind was in a state of delirium…the things she said broke me. Her words cut me deeper than I have allowed most to penetrate, for she knew my worst fears. As we sat in the hospital she went from loving to screaming at me to get out and how dare I make decisions for her. Since when was I family? I was only there to take advantage of you all.”

Heidi took a breath to steady herself, she could hear the unsteadiness and the hitch her voice was giving. Even if her mind could shut down, these memories carried pain and that didn’t just wash away. She had been told her entire life that her emotions were too much or wrong and she had tried like hell to fight them, to make it all stop. To her credit that was why she was here tonight. Tonight Leroy was a crossed off name on her list.

“While lovers and friends have left their marks and done their damage over the years, you and those you will be joining left the marks that forever made me lose trust. To be confused on what love means and made it harder to trust not only myself but to trust in those who said they love me. Always waiting for the knife in the back or the walking away. I have pushed people away out of fear of more pain because the pain is too much to bear anymore. But Leroy, I admit this solution is not only cathartic but I dare say therapeutic.”

Heidi grabbed the shovel and as she worked she waited for the sound of the shovel hitting root to ring out, for that was the only sound that would be heard this night. That and her own breath. As she watched the colors paint the sky a vivid hue, Leroy joined in with the others as a source of nutrition for the oak. It was a memory she had cherished and had made a true labor of her love. Who knew the tree sent home with her as a child for Arbor Day would be something to help heal the adult her? She patted the dirt and wiped her face one last time. She was crossing her pain out one by one and left with a smile on her face and never a thought to look back.

“Enjoy the view, Dad.”

 

Fiction © Copyright Kendra Hale
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Just Emotions:
A Gothic Bite Magazine Anthology

A collection of poetry.

Just Emotions‘ is exactly as it states, a group of writers who had feelings they wanted to express in poem form. Inside, there are a range of emotions to explore. Each writer has given a bit of themselves to you, each in their own way.

We hope that you enjoy these writings and that among the poems you may find some thing you can identify with or relate to. Thank you for giving us this chance to open the catacombs and share with you.

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

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The Visitation
by Elizabeth H. Smith

Although John felt some apprehension about allowing Caroline’s corpse to lie about the house after her passing, he was glad he did so. He kept her cold enough to slow decay, and pleasant flowers had been arranged in every room just in case there was an odor. He cracked open the door every so often to view her. She likely would have scoffed at the job he did of applying her makeup, but he thought maybe she would have appreciated the effort nonetheless.

A knock came at the door as John paced the house in anticipation. He’d been waiting for this night with great fear, but also shining hope. When he opened the door to greet his visitor, the man simply walked in, stamped his cane on the floor and spoke, “Where is she?”

John pointed to the parlor. “She’s in there, resting.”

The small man muttered as he walked to the door and let himself in. John followed, his nerves rattled beyond measure. He looked over Caroline’s body as he placed his leather satchel on the floor. From it he removed an old leather-bound book. As he opened its cover, John felt a chill in the air and wrapped his arms around himself.

The man read from the book in a booming voice John didn’t expect from someone of his stature. It was a language he didn’t recognize—unlike anything he’d heard before. As the words flowed from the visitor’s mouth, Caroline’s skin began to glow beneath the veil placed over her naked flesh. The ghostly illumination brightened, her skin began to smooth and look fresh. A cold breeze traveled the room around them, followed by a sharp breath through Caroline’s lips.

Her eyes opened to gaze upon her husband, cold, hard, and without recognition.

The visitor quickly shooed John out of the room. “We must go! Hurry!”

Once they crossed the threshold, the visitor slammed the door shut. “It is done. You’ve got what you wanted. But be warned, it takes time for everything to come back, if it ever does at all… I strongly advise you not to go in there until you’re sure.” The man looked back at the door as inhuman screeching came from the parlor. “It would not be safe.”

John watched the man leave, then went and put his ear to the parlor door. He gripped the handle with a sweaty palm, unsure how long he’d be able to hold back from opening it and joining his wife, no matter how it would end.

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

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Through Clouded Eyes: A Zombie’s Point of View

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Best Be Ware 
by Rie Sheridan Rose 

The marrow bones

rattle

in the wind

tonight–

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and on the

vast moor,

something howls….

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They say the

Hunt

will ride

tonight —

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searching for

souls

to harvest

like grapes.

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Best be ware

and lock

the bairns

in the cupboards.

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‘Tis an

evil wind

that carries

the cry of

the horn

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and

all heads

turn

when the

Hunt

rides by.

 
Fiction © Copyright Rie Sheridan Rose
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Overheard in Hell:
Dark Poetry

Poems exploring hell and damnation. Tales of sorrow, vengeance, betrayal, and redemption. Ghosts, ghouls, and demons stalk these pages. Don’t read in a lonely house…in a darkened room by a single candle…

…unless you like the touch of an icy finger up your spine.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Sheikha A. @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

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Hooriyyah 
by Sheikha A. 

to giving Venus an incarnation  
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She wears a moth in her ring finger,
holds a burning tower in her palms.
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Tonight she will tell him her secret –
leering darkness drowning the moon –
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She eyes the pomegranate seeds
half crushed in her bowl of gold –
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centuries of alchemy – carving spells 
she is tired of collecting her skins.
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Her birth was quiet; still as death
her eyes like fragmented meteors
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in abyss. She was beauty decaying
under curses until her gaze fell on him.
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He was blue ice on the rims of stars –
sapphire fire – his wings hue of azurite;
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his scent sweet dust of moonlit corpses.
She smears crushed juice on her lips,
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red dainty petals – gold darkening
contours – he will see her bare bodied,
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welts of sulphur on her skin – indigo
pearls – skin flakes shed like star-hail.
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She is now complete; old as an echo,
true skin a canvas of streaming veins –
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rituals she has embodied for eternity.
She has watched many moons juggle
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rank; waves of silence rise and fall –
their whispers of mutiny harnessed –
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She was once with eyes of honey-
speckled beryl; beauty of gold-laced
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twilight; star trapped in belly of light.
Tonight will be an absence of magic.
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The moth on her finger flutters –
ready for flight – she will set him free.
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Flesh-less folds of her skin radiating.
Tower in her palms crumbling to ash.
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Fiction © Copyright Sheikha A.
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Screen Shot 2019-12-17 at 10.57.17 AM.pngNyctophiliac Confessions:
Poems by Sheikha A. and Suvojit Banerjee

“The night is cold enough to inspire poetry,” says Sheikha A. in her poem, “Reading My Bones.” This is the basis of Nyctophiliac Confessions – poems that are introspective and luminal, poems that require a certain amount of silence and space to be fully formed and appreciated. Reading these poems, I imagined that they were the kind of poems that assert themselves unbidden during a bout of insomnia. (A nyctophiliac being someone who loves the night or loves darkness).

Nyctophiliac Confessions is the 17th installment of Praxis’ chapbook series and contains twenty-six poems written by two poets, Sheikha A. and Suvojit Banerjee, interspersed with abstract paintings by Robert Rhodes.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Amy Zoellers @breakfastpoet @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

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Grave Song
by Amy Zoellers 

A tree grows on my grave to catch the sun.

I feed it well to show what you have done—

the gore, and then my grave beside the sea.

I rise by night to sing, my soul to free.

Heaven’s hope and vengeance fill my cup.

I rise at night and sing who carved me up

and soon appear beside your darkened bed

and croon my madness shrill into your head

and scream: “he carved me up and buried me

beneath the sky aflame, beside the sea!”

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Fiction © Copyright Amy Zoellers
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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Kathleen McCluskey @KathleenMcClus4 @darc_nina #LoH #fiction

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The Reaper 
by Kathleen McCluskey 

The Grim Reaper sighed loudly as he walked through the beautiful dark realm. He had become complacent and unfulfilled as he ushered the many dead across the barren wasteland. it was the bleak underworld and his sheer existence that made him melancholy. His thoughts drifted to the glorious world of the living and how his visits to that domain were always brief. The sights, sounds and smells intrigued him. The reapers never lived on the uppermost level with the living; they only encountered them when their souls had left their biological selves behind. He longed to remove himself from the grip of the somber overlord that dwelled within. The master of his confine was a being that every reaper feared. The authoritarian was terrifying; his absolute power to eradicate reapers as he fancied made them all do exactly what was asked.

A voice from beyond called to him; its deep grumbly voice resonated in the reaper’s chest. He went to one knee and bowed his head. He waited to be punished for having thoughts of the humans and their world. He braced himself for the inevitable. He thought to himself, “This is it. This is how it all ends.” The reaper continued to kneel as the voice began again.

“I am the ruler of this inferno. I am the one that is the beginning and the end in this realm. How dare you fantasize about the living world. I am guessing this world is no longer good enough for you?” The dark master appeared before the reaper. He dared not look his king in the face. “Look at me you pathetic reaper. This burnt world seems to not be to your liking.” The reaper stood and looked at the absolute ruler of this domain, he stumbled backwards as the two beings’ eyes met. The ruler of the underworld’s eyes glowed like the fire of the sun. The reaper had to squint his own eyes. He lifted a scarred and burned arm to shield his eyes. The master touched the reaper and they vanished.

They reappeared near the glowing circular gate to the upper world. The reaper was momentarily elated at the chance to go to the surface. The dark lord spoke again, “You don’t think this domain is good enough for you? I will show you pain. I will show you suffering. I will show you to obey. You don’t like this desolation; the warmth and flames?” He pushed the reaper into the circle. He briefly screamed and vanished. He appeared onto a plane far worse than the searing fires of his past; he stepped out onto a frozen, barren wasteland. His destiny was sealed.

There are always places far worse than the ones you find yourself.

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

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Hunter
by Naching T. Kassa 

The village lies sleeping beneath a silver disc of moon, and the beast walks its streets.

The woman staggers out of the pub with two gold pieces and a song on her lips. She makes for the dark street and I follow, walking as silently as a ghost in a graveyard.

Her voice fills the empty thoroughfare, ringing off the cobbled stone. She sings of a boy called Billy, one who’s stolen her heart away.

A strange coincidence. Billy is my name.

It’s a cold night. The kind that chills a man to the bone and causes steam to rise from a severed artery. I can almost smell the blood now, its metallic, cloying scent makes my mouth water. Her footsteps lead me farther into the darkness.

She pauses, her song dying away. I halt too. I strain to hear the sound which has stopped her in her tracks. It could not be me. Never me.

She resumes her song and moves on to a nearby building where she leans and pours her heart out into the sky. Her voice cracks, as she curses the boy she once loved.

A breeze rises, carrying her scent—meat pie and beer—toward me. There’s another smell too. Tobacco. My heart quickens.

There’s a soft rustle up ahead. I hear it long before she does, and I can barely contain myself. Soon, I will bite into soft flesh and gorge myself on a fountain of blood. The anticipation weakens my knees.

As the woman passes the mouth of the alley, a place enshrouded in shadow, he leaps out. His knife gleams in the moonlight.

He would’ve taken her in his arms and silenced her screams with a single slash at the throat, had I not leaped into the way. I barrel into her, knocking her aside. She falls. I think she might scream, but she doesn’t. Instead, she scrambles up and flees.

My prey, the one I have waited for so long, stares at me with wide eyes. His hand quakes as he grips the knife and I swat it away when he tries to strike. It tumbles, end over end, and clatters against the wall. He stands helpless before me.

My voice, rendered a guttural growl by the fullness of the moon, has long lost its humanity. I cannot speak and so I howl. He shrieks.

The village continues to sleep beneath the silver disc of moon.

While I slay the beast.

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Fiction © Copyright Naching T. Kassa
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Arterial Bloom

Lush. Brutal.

Beautiful. Visceral.

Crystal Lake Publishing proudly presents Arterial Bloom, an artful juxtaposition of the magnificence and macabre that exist within mankind. Each tale in this collection is resplendent with beauty, teeth, and heart.

Edited by the Bram Stoker Award-winning writer Mercedes M. Yardley, Arterial Bloom is a literary experience featuring sixteen stories from some of the most compelling dark authors writing today.

With a foreword by HWA Lifetime Achievement Award Recipient Linda D. Addison, you are invited to step inside and let the grim flowers wind themselves comfortably around your bones.

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

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Untitled (a Drabbun) 
by Terrie Leigh Relf

Her head was covered with gauze so that we could still see her beautiful, serene face. Eyelids and lips were painted with shades of gold and pink, burnt umber. Even though it had been but a few months since the madness consumed her, an occasional guest or family member took a moment to reflect on the before times: Before she murdered the babes in her womb, before she murdered her husband, before she climbed into a hot bath, slit her arms, then neck, releasing her life with a sigh.

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at the funeral home

demonic spirits vie

for a new host

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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 Selah Janel @SelahJanel @darc_nina #LoH #fiction

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The Listening Tree 
by Selah Janel 

The tree had been part of her since her life was not her own. It reminded Felicity of her other life when she’d taken music lessons in her private yard and dreamed of being courted. Now, the tree was her spot on the hill when she was broken. Its branches held her through her bitterness. It listened when she worried if her “foster parents” would sell her off, when her proud captors sneered in her face after they dragged her out of her shed and paraded her around on victory holidays. Her etiquette and poise could only hold so much. No matter how much she’d been trained, a stiff upper lip couldn’t combat sleeping in shack with no food or being whipped for acting above her station.

“I was a princess once,” she often whispered, just to remind herself. Maybe she still was, under the threadbare dress, grime on her face, callouses on her hands, scars on her back. She tried to smile for the tree and the sunset. That was how story heroines were – sweet, graceful, hopeful, even at the worst of times.

They also had magic guardians and miracles. All Felicity had was a destroyed kingdom and murdered family. Her life was tossed to those who would put up with her until she could be sacrificed for her enemy’s harvest.

The tree always listened. The evening sky never berated her or reminded her of how she’d fallen, never laughed at her empty stomach and rage-filled heart. The sea never beat her or dragged her back to the nightmares she tried to run away from. They listened when she told the tales of her homeland and lost herself in her own words. Nostalgia turned into epic tales of gods and monsters who were supposed to protect her family, whose teeth and fury were vivid in her mind and absent everywhere else. She poured stories and tears into the tree, the cliffs, the sea. When her voice was hoarse, her eyes cried out, she returned to where she had to be to avoid the worst punishments. They’d find her anyway. She could run, but escape through fleeing or death seemed impossible.

The day came, as it always would. Music played, but it wasn’t for her. The gathered cheered derisive shouts that called for her blood. Still, she walked with a straight back and placid expression as she was led to the cliffs in chains. Soon, it would all be over.

She thought the hush was due to anticipation as the executioner approached, thought the dark streaks of plum and flame were dusk coming early. The familiar fiery orb of the friendly sun danced through the tree’s branches, as if it her old friend held it aloft just for her.

The clouds danced through the sky with no wind. The glowing thing in the sky was not the sun.

She had not forgotten the stories of her kingdom. The old tales had not forgotten her.

The creatures that hid in the dusk’s beauty descended, devouring those who had mocked her, who had abused her, while the Fire watched on. The only proof of its opinions was that the entire kingdom burned to nothing by morning.

Felicity tried to block out the sounds, yet embraced their pain. In time, she found she could watch the things that lived in old wives’ tales rip her captors to shreds. As blood and remains flowed over into the sea, she watched with the practiced, placid care her mother had taught her.

The Fire watched her, as it had for so long. It descended and filled her. She was the only one left who it knew and it couldn’t lose her. If any of her tormentors had been left, they would not have seen a prisoner nor war prize. They would not have seen a princess. They would have seen her for who she truly, finally was: vengeance.

When it was over, Felicity strode back down toward the hill, bemused and no longer herself. No longer human, but better. There was work to do, that there were more places to crush, more pain to inflict to those who needed it. It was time for new adventures, new stories, new blood.

She smiled and whistled as she walked back to the road and beyond, flames in her eyes, and in the steps she left behind. The tree listened to the tune until she disappeared out of sight of the cliffs.

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Fiction © Copyright Selah Janel
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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 Elizabeth H. Smith @bethsmithwrites @darc_nina #LoH #fiction

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Remnant
by Elizabeth H. Smith

The ancient grounds stood still as the centuries passed around it—as if time itself stopped in that place, the tragedy too great for reality to bear. Humankind rebuilt, advanced, overcame their near-destruction. History books told of how their greatest fear was that they would destroy themselves, yet it was the sleeping beasts beneath the land which brought chaos to their civilization. The evidence of their battle was left as a reminder to always be prepared.

No one knew from where or when the next threat would come, but when a bright light appeared, all feared what larger predator might come next…

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Through Clouded Eyes: A Zombie’s Point of View

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

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

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

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

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

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