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

Posted on February 26, 2023 by Ladies of Horror

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Maybe, The Skies Should Fall
by Melissa R. Mendelson 

I stepped outside and scanned the skies. So far, nothing. It was quiet, and I didn’t like the quiet. I glanced down at my hands. They were raw and bloody, but it wasn’t my blood. It was hers, and I could hear her whimpering behind me, begging to go home. But there was no escape. Not from me, and not from them.

“Please,” she cried. “Just let me go. I didn’t do anything to you.”

“Bullshit.” I stepped back and approached her, but I stopped, looking over at the workbench. I picked up a hammer. It had a good weight to it, and I slammed it down on her foot. But no matter how much pain I caused her, it still hurt me more.

“Stop it! Please, just stop it.” She watched me drop the hammer back onto the workbench. Her eyes widened as I touched a rusty saw near a bunch of nails. “I didn’t mean to be a bitch to you. I’m sorry!”

“Jesus, stop yelling,” I said. “All I did was walk into the store, and you… You decided since you were having a bad day that you… You would just take it out on me. A complete stranger, but you underestimated me. When you walked out of that store, I was waiting, and here we are.”

I kicked at the ground, and my foot moved a shard of glass from the dirt surrounding it. That would do, and I picked up the shard. I moved quickly, slicing one cheek and then the other. Still, it gave me no satisfaction. Her pain, her blood refused to silence my growing fear.

“They’re not going to do it.” It was like she was trying to read my mind, but she was wrong. “They aren’t coming back.”

“Yes, they are.” I tossed the shard back into the dirt and covered it with my foot. “Can’t you feel it? It’s going to happen. Any moment now, and then it’s all over. And this… This is how you are going to spend the last moments of your life.” The look on her face made me laugh, and that felt good. Finally, I felt something other than that damn fear.

“Then, just kill me. Stop torturing me, and just kill me.”

“I guess it’s time.” I lifted the hammer back up. The weight felt good, but my hand shook. I took a few breaths, steadied myself as if I was getting ready to bat for a baseball game, and I swung. But the hammer froze an inch from her face.

She had her eyes squeezed shut but then opened them, looking at the hammer and then at my face, and she laughed. “You can’t do it. You can’t kill me.”

“No, but I bet that you could kill me.” The look in her eyes was enough proof of that, but she was right. I was not a killer. Hell, I never tortured anyone until today, and I didn’t even own this barn. But I knew that it was abandoned just like all the surrounding homes. The people here had gone underground, thinking that was going to save them, but they were wrong. “Can you at least apologize to me for what you did?”

“Let me go, and I will.” Her voice was as fake as her smile, and she never had any intention of apologizing for torturing me in the store for absolutely nothing except for being there.

I knelt down in front of her, still holding the hammer, and that made her nervous. “Do you know why they are coming back to destroy us?” I watched her shake her head. “Because of people like you. People that will attack others for no reason.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“You attacked me first, and people like you have damned the rest of us. Sure, they took a few, a rare few, but the rest of us like me are stuck here to suffer the same fate as you. And no one is going to save us.”

“They’re not coming back! They got what they wanted. It’s just an empty threat. They’re not coming back,” but the sounds in the sky proved her wrong.

“Sounds like they are back.”

She pulled at the chains on her wrists. “I have to go. Let me go. We have to get out of here.” She didn’t like that I smiled. “Why are you smiling?”

“Because I know what your punishment is,” I said.

“What?” The color drained from her face. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Nothing.” I moved away from her, placing the hammer back on the workbench. “I’m not going to do anything to you.” She looked hopeful, happy even until she watched me step outside. “I’m going to leave you alone.” I slammed the barn door shut, and she screamed. But her screams no longer mattered.

I stepped away from the barn and sat down in the soft earth. If it was under different circumstances, the sky would have been beautiful with the falling stars shooting across it, but they were not stars. And I could hear the explosions as they landed, destroying everything in their path, and the blasts were coming closer. The wind was picking up, but as I closed my eyes, I did not see the end. Instead, I saw a little girl laughing and playing in the sun, blowing on a dandelion, and making a wish. Yes, if only I could wish that people like her did not exist. Then, maybe, just maybe, they would never have come back.

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Fiction © Copyright Melissa R. Mendelson
Image courtesy of Rie Sheridan Rose.
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About Author Melissa R. Mendelson:

Melissa R. Mendelson is the self-published author of the short story collections, Better Off Here and Stories Written Along COVID Walls, which can be found on Amazon/Amazon Kindle. She also recently had a short collection of poetry, This Will Remain With Us, published by Wild Ink Publishing. More about Melissa can be found here: https://linktr.ee/melissarmendelson

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Angela Yuriko Smith @AngelaYSmith @darc_nina #LoH

Posted on February 25, 2023 by Ladies of Horror

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Dropping Balls
by Angela Yuriko Smith

I was the ball and chain, a tired trope
at the end of your rope, always dropping the ball
a lost cause, a wasted space one mistake short
of being replaced.

I felt like a burden, an overused cliché
a useless victim forever on the brink
sinking fast under your eye, trapped in shadow
fumbling, failing, insufficient, inadequate
a wasted effort, a misstep to trip you up.

And then you did trip, a quick slip and spin
an accident, no harm meant, no foul play
down the metal stairs, such tragic magic
that sent your skull cracking on pavement.

I might have helped, called an ambulance
shed a tear but you chose the wrong moment
to lay the blame. A small white ball bounced
down the stairs, making music as it touched
each step, reminding me that loving you is
like trying to stack molasses, a no win game.

and like molasses I let your brains drain and
with it my pains until you cursed me for
being too stupid and lame… and I
told you I agree, and I think
the same thing and I
realized another
name for the
old ball and
chain could
be a mace.

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Angela Yuriko Smith is an American poet, author and co-publisher of Space and Time magazine, a publication that has been printing speculative fiction, art and poetry since 1966. Together we build a poem as a community each month. Visit “Exquisite Corpse” at SpaceandTime.net to submit.

Catch up with Angela here!

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author K.R. Morrison @KRMorrison2 @darc_nina #LoH #fiction

Posted on February 25, 2023 by Ladies of Horror

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Tree of Life 
by K.R. Morrison 

Mom had been mayor of our town for a great many years, and in that time peace had reigned. We had prospered, and there had been only minor problems—nothing like the issues facing our neighboring cities.

But then someone had to get nosy. Why they had to interfere and pry into business that was not theirs, I can’t say. All I know is that, in the tried-and-true attitude of “what have you done for us lately,” the townsfolk were at our door with more questions than we had answers to—and ones they should have left unasked.

Into the fray someone threw the firebrand—the word “witch”—and that sent everyone’s tempers blazing. Soon followed a real blaze—a pyre, with my mom trapped inside. Our Pa, as unsettled as his mind was at that time, tried to follow her in, but the townsfolk kept him from doing so. Guess they didn’t want him to get hurt. How civilized of them.

That night, after the fire had subsided and the people had gone off to their other pursuits—possibly looking for someone else to incinerate—a great wind came up. It picked up the ashes from the town square and, under dark of night, deposited them in a neat pile behind our pumphouse.

I discovered them the next morning when I went out to check the gauges; seems the water had stopped for some reason. I took a shovel and wheelbarrow to the pile, and soon had it transferred to a certain tree not far from yesterday’s conflagration.

No one was up and about yet, so I had no trouble with my next move. Once the ashes were distributed around the trunk, I set off for home, happier than I had been since before the unholy visitation of our fellow citizens.

The change was gradual, but once the leaves had fallen from the tree, it became obvious. At least to me. It took longer for the others to notice; they were too busy being the center of their own stupid selves.

First the twigs turned and twisted, then the smaller branches. Over the course of a week or so, the shape became more and more clear.

Finally, the townsfolk began to notice. Some actually looked up from their tiny little universes to see the change.

A month after their scapegoating session with my mom (so who knew you’d like to run the good things of life out as well?), the shape had become too clear to dismiss. People assembled at the base of the tree to look and gawk—and probably to discuss its immolation. I really don’t know what they were talking about, as I was not there.

I was home, cleaning the house and readying it for a visitor who would certainly be arriving soon.

Pa had just settled himself on the porch when there came across the field a cacophony of noise from the direction of the crowd.

“What’s with those people?” he grumbled. “Always with the noise.”

I looked across, where smoke was billowing from the town. I could just barely make out people screaming and running, most of them on fire.

“It’s okay, Pa,” I told him, laying a hand on his shoulder. “It will calm down soon enough. Just sit quietly and wait.”

He looked up at me through watery eyes. “She’s coming back today then?”

A silhouette emerged from the flames and started in our direction.

“Looks like it,” I told him. “I’ll get the tea.”

 
Fiction © Copyright K.R. Morrison
Image courtesy of Rie Sheridan Rose.

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Enoch’s Return: Pride’s Downfall Book 4

All hell broke loose, as demon fought saint, and undead fought mortal. Fangs and swords, fire and light, mingled in a cacophony of noise that would have awakened the dead — if they hadn’t already been in the pitch of battle.

Toby was looking forward to celebrating his 21st birthday with family and friends. However, the day is shattered by the arrival of his sister, Erica, fresh out of the juvenile detention center, where she has lived in isolation most of her life. There is something very wrong with her still; witness her biting the ear of her taxi driver and licking the blood from her lips, and the way she antagonizes everyone around her. The other thing that is very off-putting about the day is a gift he receives – a musty tent and a few iron spikes that have been lying in the ground for years. Toby faints at the sight of the “treasure,” while Erica reacts violently and runs off to who-knows-where.
While he is unconscious, Toby learns who he truly is, and of his mission.

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

Posted on February 24, 2023 by Ladies of Horror

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What May Come 
by Ela Lourenco 

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I fill my lungs in

As though I could breathe in

Your scent

I spend my never-ending days

Staring at the dewy place

That was once my home

My family, friends, you…

All ripped away.

Exiled and cast out

To wander this dead rock

Alone

Tortured by memories

Yearning for a touch

Stripped of my magic

Impotent and useless

Punished for a power

I did not ask for

Innocent I was born

Blooded I will die

There is revenge in my heart and mind…

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Fiction © Copyright Ela Lourenco
Image courtesy of Rie Sheridan Rose.
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Awakening

The Royal tournament, the Karnac, is fully underway. But there is deception and betrayal at every turn. Unseen dark forces are at play, both within the school grounds and out with. Even the Gods are unable to help when a new threat looms over them all.The very existence of Azmantium depends on Lara fully becoming the Child of Fire and casting aside the Shadows lurking in every corner of her beloved planet.Can she overcome the challenges that await? Will the Shadows cover the world in darkness? Only Lara and her friends can change the fate of Azmantium.

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

Posted on February 24, 2023 by Ladies of Horror

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She Speaks in Confession  
by Elaine Pascale 

The door groans when she opens it. She knows the sound belongs to the wood and not the creature in the dirt. The creature speaks in growls.

She was grateful that the barn was in such a secluded location. No one can hear the crimes being committed nor smell the evidence.

Being in the country had meant for peaceful, starry nights. Until the night that they had argued. Were they viewing a falling star, or a comet, or an airplane? What they had been looking at was worse than they could have imagined. It was all teeth and digestive tract and it spoke to them in dreams.

Her father had refused to feed it. That had been the last they had seen of him. As the oldest, she had been monstrously betrothed to the creature. Meaning she would tend to its hunger.

This was the second body this month.

Its’ hunger was growing. She feared the creature was growing too, but she committed to not looking at it. She rarely looked at the bodies she fed it either, as there was no need to clean them. Simply toss them in and wait for the creature to eat and secrete on an endless loop.

Being in the country meant that people disappear from time to time. No one pays any mind as long as there is no mess to clean up. She and the creature make sure there is no mess.

Her mother was growing old, and the farm would soon be hers. She had sent her siblings to the city to live creature-free lives. She was resigned to her role until the creature spoke again in a dream. Now it wanted to reproduce.

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Fiction © Copyright Elaine Pascale
Image courtesy of Rie Sheridan Rose.

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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 Amanda Worthington @AmandaW58679588 @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

Posted on February 23, 2023 by Ladies of Horror

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I Am Myself
by Amanda Worthington


He took me in his hands,
Marveled at how small and white I was
Elastic
Empty
Ready to be filled by his breath
And full of him, I drifted across a cosmic sea

The broken God found me
On his evening walk
Through the gardens of healing

His fingers were rough from the act of making
…But also gentle

He traced the notes of secret music onto my flesh
And I felt myself sing
Amidst the green
Freed by the vibration
Of strings quivering
In sweet anticipation

I saw how his work exhausted him
And asked him to set me once more
In the foliage
And I promised to restore him
To his former glory
With the song he gave me

And so many worlds have fallen since then

But still others are yet to be born
And we were two tired things wanting peace

Please forgive us.

We found it at the cost of everything.
And it was worth it
Because new universes can be
Molded anew

I feel myself deflate as mountains rise
And oceans swell
I join with the atoms of our creation
And at long last
I am myself

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Fiction © Copyright Amanda Worthington.
Image courtesy of Rie Sheridan Rose.
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The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Naching T. Kassa @NachingKassa @darc_nina #LoH #fiction

Posted on February 23, 2023 by Ladies of Horror

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First, Last and Deposit
by Naching T. Kassa 

I think I’m going crazy. At least, I hope I am. It’s far better than the alternative.

Do you see that tree over there? Look at the shadow beneath. Do you see what I see? Yes,
it’s the shadow of a woman. The dark reflection of a body which doesn’t exist.

You see it too, don’t you? Oh, God, it’s worse than I thought. If you see it, then I’m not
crazy. It’s real. It’s all real!

Come over here. No, keep your voice down. We have to pretend she’s not there. If she
thinks we’ve seen her, she’ll kill us both.

Let’s stand here, there aren’t any shadows here. She won’t follow us. She doesn’t like the
light, especially sunlight.

I’m taking a risk telling you about this, but I have to tell someone. No one else will
believe me.

It all started three weeks ago, after Mrs. Kline passed away. Yes, that’s right, the old lady
in 2C. The one with the great apartment.

Yes, I’m the one who got the apartment. You’ve been wondering how, haven’t you?

Well, unlike the others, I actually had first, last and deposit. That’s why the board chose me. I
moved in last week.

The first three days were wonderful. And then, on the fourth day, all hell broke loose.
Shh! Did you hear that? You didn’t? Someone just called my name. Just a second. Stay
here and I’ll be right back.

Sorry it took me so long. I was wrong. There aren’t any shadows here in this part of the
park.

Where was I? Oh, yeah. The fourth day.

I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. My new apartment had two
bedrooms and when I passed the second, I saw something in the doorway. There were no lights
on in that room, it was completely dark, but I thought I could see a figure. A shape which seemed
blacker than the darkness of the room.

Now, I’m not psychic, I don’t even believe in that stupid shit. But, I swear, that shape
hated me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt such malevolence. That thing wanted to ambush me—I
know it! It wanted to draw me into that bedroom, and once it had me there, it would cheerfully
tear me to pieces.

I ran by that room, just as fast as I could, and took shelter in the well-lit bathroom. There
I stayed until morning. The shadow had vanished with the first light of day.

I know it was the old woman. It had to be. That was the bedroom where she was
murdered.

No, it wasn’t natural causes. Didn’t I tell you that? I didn’t? I’m surprised you haven’t
heard. It was in all the papers. The police said she was strangled with a silk scarf while she slept.
Of course, they said that. It was in all the papers! Why would I make something like that
up?

Please! Don’t go! I’m sorry. I just haven’t slept very well. The old woman keeps coming
to me at night. She can’t get to me with the lights on, so she stands outside my room and
whispers my name. She does it every time I close my eyes and drift off.

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Uh-oh. The sun’s moved again. We have to go with it, get away from the shadows. She
uses them to travel. Let’s head for the park benches over there.

Yes, she moves using the shadows. Anywhere there’s darkness, she can appear. One
time, she showed up in a movie theater, a few seats away from me. I could feel her watching me
the whole time, waiting for me to head for the aisle. I waited until the lights came on before I
ventured out.

No, you’re the first person I’ve told. I don’t dare mention it to anyone else. I’m not stupid
enough to think they’d believe me. You, on the other hand, you wanted the apartment too. I’m
pretty sure you’ll understand.

Tell me something. When did you first see the old lady’s ghost? You went as white as a
sheet the minute you saw her shadow. You didn’t even argue with me about seeing her. Was it
after you put the application in for the apartment? You withdrew it pretty quick.

Look! She’s out there among the trees. See! Right over there. You can just make out her
face. She looks hungry, doesn’t she?

I saw you that night, you know. Saw you leaving her apartment. You left the door open,
so I went inside. She wasn’t dead. You started the job, but you didn’t finish it. Funny thing is, I
don’t think she knows which one of us killed her.

No, I don’t want to blackmail you. I just want to be left alone. And there’s only one way I
can do that.

Click!

There! Handcuffed you to the bench. Yeah, yeah, scream all you want.

It won’t matter after dark.

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Fiction © Copyright Naching T. Kassa
Image courtesy of Rie Sheridan Rose.
 

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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 A.F. Stewart @scribe77 @darc_nina #LoH #fiction

Posted on February 22, 2023 by Ladies of Horror

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Daughter of the Moon
by A.F. Stewart

“Blood moon, red moon, moon of magic.”

Stretched out on the cold grass, Grace stared at the night sky and sighed. She wanted away from her life. 

I have to get out somehow. Maybe if I wish on the moon.

So she closed her eyes and whispered, “Take me away from this place.”

Mama wouldn’t like me wishing. Especially on this moon.

According to her morally strict mother, evil things happened under this moon. She called it the Devil’s Moon.

Mama thinks everything is evil. She’d have a fit if she knew I was out here instead of in bed. I’d get a beating for sure.

“She’d best not find out then.”

The voice seemed to echo out of the trees and Grace scrambled to her feet, scared and poised to flee. “Who are you? If I scream, my Daddy will come running!” Her father might not be good for much, but he’d take a shotgun to anyone trespassing on his land.

“But then everyone would know you snuck out.”

“Better that, then something worse.” Grace slowly backed away, hoping to make a break for the house. Her mind swirled with all the thoughts of predatory men her mother had whispered in her ear.

“Now, now. I’m not after that. Not at all.”

Crimson-coloured mist swirled out of the trees and a suave dark-haired man materialized in front of Grace. Green eyes glittered in the moonlight and his smile made her heart flutter. Only the small horns on each side of his forehead gave her any trepidation.

“Allow me to introduce myself, I am Lucifer. And I’m here to make you an offer, Grace. You want away from your parents. You want a life of sin. I can give you that.”

“What’s the catch? My soul or something?” Despite the impossibility, despite her mother’s warnings, Grace was intrigued.

“Not your soul. We don’t bother with that nonsense anymore. The catch is you must wish to destroy your old life. Burn it all down.” Lucifer stepped closer and caressed her cheek. Grace shivered. “But you will receive everything your sweet, dark heart desires, I promise.”

Grace glanced back at the home where she grew up. Devil or no, this was her chance. “Do it.”

Lucifer snapped his fingers and the farmhouse burst into flames.

Smiling as her parents burned, Grace snuggled into Lucifer’s embrace.

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Visions and Nightmares

Tragedy spares no one… and takes no prisoners.
In the twilight shadows, secrets are revealed past the whispers of madness.

Wander into the realm of the old gods with Elenora, where humanity and marriage are a prison.
Step through a looking glass of dark horrors with an Alice you never knew.
Join with Zenna to seek the truth as her death by magic grows closer.
Journey with Olivia as she crosses paths with a monster of the forest and runs for her life.
Watch Isobel summon the faerie to solve her problem of an unwanted husband.
Shiver as Doctor Killbride experiments with corpses to create life from death.
All that and more await within the pages.

Ten stories. Ten women.
Who will survive? Who will fall? And who will succumb to their inner evil?
Find out in Visions and Nightmares.

Warning: This book contains disturbing scenes that may be upsetting to some readers.

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

Posted on February 22, 2023 by Ladies of Horror

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Chaos Dance
by Amy Zoellers 

The firmament

too thick with the spirits of the dead

tore in the pull of wayward asteroids

bringing a change in the weather.

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Souls merged by millions

denser, denser

fusing explosive,

whistling to the ground as fireballs.

Fire falls,

gashing the earth on contact.

.

This is the chaos part of the dance.

Dance chaotic, go!

And the world does so.

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But I in my cabin,

having long danced my chaos

so boldly in secret,

continue in lyric and stillness,

locked in the fugue of my

tranquil dance, glorying

as the world splits, burning.

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Fiction © Copyright Amy Zoellers
Image courtesy of Rie Sheridan Rose.
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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Terrie Leigh Relf @TLRelf @darc_nina #LoH #fiction

Posted on February 21, 2023 by Ladies of Horror

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Untitled (A Drabun) 
by Terrie Leigh Relf

It was a wonderful harvest celebration with all the village clothed in their best attire. The children appeared particularly happy traipsing through the fields, white helium balloons wound tightly ’round their wrists, pockets filled with candies and the last of autumn’s fruit. We cheered as the marching band circled ’round, announcing that the feast was about to begin. Giving thanks for this sumptuous meal, we looked skyward, knowing that winter would become cold and colder still, our fields soon barren. And then, the earth shifted, splitting open beneath our feet.

snow fall

how the chosen

were embraced by the sky

 

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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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