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

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Up on Sioux Mountain   
by Kathleen McCluskey

Mary huddled with her brother as the battled raged. Their hidden spot inside the wagon was camouflaged perfectly. Their mother had given explicit instructions to not come out until she or their father came to retrieve them. She could hear gunfire and the acrid smell of spent gunpowder filled the small, confined space that had them concealed. Mary heard a strange metallic sound mixed in with the calls of the homesteaders and the hoots of the Indians. To Mary, the voices of the men and women outside changed from aggression to terror. She heard her mother scream and Mary climbed out. She landed on the dry, cracked earth as dust flew up around her. The land where they had stopped to camp for a few days was lush and green. Now it lay in ruins. She looked over her shoulder to the large river that was near their campsite; it had suffered as well. The large fish that had been plentiful were now gone and the riverbed was visible; it was cracked and dried. Mary could only look around in disbelief. There were no Indians, no homesteaders, no horses…no bodies. She continued to scan her surroundings for anybody; alive or dead.

Her head snapped back around when the sound of the wind changed pitch. The sound was nothing like she had ever heard. She could hear the howling of a great gust but felt nothing on her face. Mary frantically looked ever direction. She looked over to the nearest Mountain. Its once majestic purple beauty was now covered in an orange glow. Mary was frozen in fear as she could see something moving in the apricot mist that had formed at the base of the mountain. The cloud moved in on her at an alarming rate. Mary began to sob as the orange glow surrounded her. The small creatures in the fog reached for her. Their long, slender fingers began sliding up her leg as she began to burn and smoke. The small, alien creatures joyfully inhaled her dust and continued on their journey across the great Rocky Mountains.

The unsolved mystery of the covered wagon trail on Sioux Mountain intrigues adventure goers to this day.

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Fiction © Copyright Kathleen McCluskey
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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 Melissa R. Mendelson @melissmendelson @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

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The Bridge
by Melissa R. Mendelson

My shoulder ached from the pull, hands singed from hot metal. Smoke clouded the eyes, the scent of gunpowder down my throat, but my body was used to this, rigid, waiting for the next move. There was none, but I still waited, meeting the gaze of the one standing nearby. Our eyes moved in synchrony down to the hole in his chest. Finally, he fell down, but it was too late. Our barriers had been breached.

My gaze settled on the tattoo from the collarbone up to his ear. A spiderweb of gray. He was from the concrete world, where there was no green. There was no blue sky but artificial skylights. There were no animals unless on your dinner table, and nobody believed in having pets because they had no souls, they had no purpose but to try and quiet our unsatiated appetite. And anything green, anything wild had to be controlled or eliminated. They rather elimination.

There were some of us that believed otherwise. We were imprisoned, tortured, and even brainwashed, but the brainwashing wouldn’t hold on the few now guarding this place, this last place that they were bent on destroying. It was beautiful here, peaceful, but an abhorration to them.

The grass stirred before me. More were coming. Now that they had found a weak spot, they would press and push their way in, and they would show no mercy. Any of us found here would be destroyed along with the wildlife, and the sanctuary would burn. And they would celebrate, the world finally under their gray thumb, but I hope their celebration is cut short. Mother Nature has been beaten, brought to this brink of extinction, but she will not die. She will hold her last breath until she takes them all with her. One way or another, they will all fall down.

A twig snapped. The sound was close. They were on the bridge. I spun around with my gun pressed against the shoulder, but something sharp cut the skin, pushed into my stomach. It was a young girl holding the handle, and she pushed again. Even her eyes were gray, and she ripped the knife out, blood splattered across the wood near my bare feet.

She waited for me to fall, but I stood. I dropped the gun, and it went off. The bullet missed her, but it hit someone else. Their crash echoed around us, but she was unfazed. She wanted me to fall, and so did my body. But I forced myself to stand as the blood rained down, over the bridge and into the water as cries filled the air, and fires claimed the last of the green.

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Fiction © Copyright Melissa R. Mendelson
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About Author Melissa R. Mendelson:

Melissa R. Mendelson is a Horror, Science-Fiction, and Dystopian Author. Her short stories have been published by Sirens Call Publications, Dark Helix Press, and Transmundane Press. She also has a variety of short stories and poetry available on Medium.

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

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Falling Petals  
by Rie Sheridan Rose

The bands are brittle now

that bind the story of our love…

the rubber as ancient as the writing

in the yellowed envelopes.

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I dare no longer slip them off

lest something be lost—

the first halting phrases of

our beginning…

the last spidery whispers of

your end.

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Upon the stack of love and regret

the wilting flowers that last

you sent begin to shatter…

petals scattering in the morning breeze.

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Darkness encroaches all my edges now,

loneliness pounds upon my heart,

begging to find shelter within.

It won’t be long before we are reunited.

The poison speeds me toward my end

faster than petals fall…

 
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 Ela Lourenco @ElaLourenco @darc_nina #LoH #fiction

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The untold tale…  
by Ela Lourenco

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There is a lost legend

Parents used to tell their children

About a log cabin buried

Deep in the woods

In a clearing most barren

Hidden by dense hostile trees

That seek to deter wanderers

Passage to the other side.

Looming shadows and bloodcurdling shrieks

To protect that which dwells within.

It is neither man nor beast

It cannot be named

The few who have made it that far

Have not returned to tell the tale

But legend has it their souls

Forever roam the Earth,

Tortured and tormented

Never to find peace

The curse on them eternal

For that which they have seen.

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Fiction © Copyright Ela Lourenco
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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 Angela Yuriko Smith @AngelaYSmith @darc_nina #LoH

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All Our Problems Solved
by Angela Yuriko Smith

It was breathtaking

for 30 golden seconds.

Incineration—

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a generation

worshipping the sun, falling

into soot and ash

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smudging the white sand

with loss of life. Souls rising—

charcoal wisps of smoke

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evaporating

along with all the problems—

a grim solution.

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World hunger ended

in a flash. No more fighting:

World peace in pieces.

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Divided no more

our flesh burned in unison…

all our problems solved.

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More from Angela Yuriko Smith:

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.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Nina D’Arcangela @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

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The Push
by Nina D’Arcangela

A quick hit, that’s all I need. The needle still in my arm, I drift with the flow as I sink deeper and deeper into the chair. I sink so deep, the world swallows me, makes me the nothing that I am. Infinitesimal, I scratch at a tear in the vinyl; it seems like a gaping chasm, one that will swallow me whole if allowed. I turn and walk the other way.

What feels like hours have passed, yet I’m unable to reach the other side – the landscape taking on the cast of forever. Still I trudge, dragging my wounds with me to the next patch. Its darker, cooler, comforting. A spot to lay my head down but for the sticky residue.

Looking to my left, I spy a boat and crawl to it. I climb inside and my mind tells me the waves are coming too strong, the tide about to tip the spoon. I fight the gale with all I have to give, but it sways and bucks until I find myself beached upon the cushion’s shore. The tide has dissipated, left me stranded. Brighter light floods the room as a Goliath steps through the door to my soul.

“Hungry?” the beast booms. I shout and scream for it to stay away. Hot lava burns my body as the monstrosity grins, placing a bag of fries in my lap. I try to run, but the cushion has becomes marshmallow pulling me further in, no under – under what I wonder? Smothered by the all encompassing ‘mallow, I succumb to the darkness that has been calling to me. I don’t fight it. I float, I drift, I sleep – at least until the next push.

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

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The Storm
by Elizabeth H. Smith

My fellow flora lend me their collective power to evolve, to break the barrier that binds us. With a great flash, the sky lights my heart with its fiery touch. It gives the strength my hardened legs need to bend. One by one they remove themselves from the packed earth.

The fury of ages leads me not to an existence of peace. Where once I let the breeze graze my leaves, I’ll be a storm commanding vengeance on the meat of the world.

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More About Elizabeth H. Smith:
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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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Sue Renol @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

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Eternity’s Reach
by Sue Renol

I opened my eyes from a deep sleep to see her face. Those eyes stared deep into my soul. Immeasurable sadness lay dormant within them. I wanted to believe it was a dream, but I knew it was not.

“Who are you?” I asked. The sound of my words were sucked into the vortex behind her.

She answered not with her lips, but with her mind. You’ve been accepted. Do you wish to go?

“Go where?”

My thoughts were struck hard with an undeniable truth. True, plain, and honest, her response told me everything I needed to know. But how could it have happened? Hard as I tried, I couldn’t remember.

You don’t need to remember. All will be anew.

Reluctantly, I let her take my hand and lead me to the beyond.

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Wicked Deeds: Witches, Warlocks, Demons and Other Evil Doer’s

Sometimes wicked people do wicked things simply because they can… The twelve stories in Wicked Deeds tell tales of witches and warlocks with ill intent, devilish demons bent on destruction, and other doers of evil who make the world a terrifying place. What is a mother to do when her daughter is gifted but lives under the thumb of her fanatical preacher husband who will brook no talk of the supernatural? What of a demon so desperate to free himself of a trap that he will force another to repeat his atrocities and condemn a young boy to his demonic fate? Or maybe the story of a crotchety old witch with a score to settle against the town she lives in is more to your liking – what evil will the seemingly harmless town-crazy call upon when faced with an ultimatum? If you’re looking for wicked people with supernatural abilities doing wicked things, this is the collection for you!

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Loren Rhoads @MorbidLoren @darc_nina #LoH #fiction

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A Wondrous Curiosity 
by Loren Rhoads

Stella had a whole collection of things that she insisted they drag out onto the beach: deck chairs and a beach blanket and a lime green and blue striped umbrella. She’d made a picnic, which she carried in the cooler she wore as a backpack. Alondra wore the corresponding pack, filled with plastic plates and champagne flutes and a cutting board with knives.

“You’re sure we’ll see it tonight?” Alondra asked.

Stella laughed. “I can’t believe you’re asking me about celestial events.”

“I’ve lost track of the sky,” Alondra admitted.

Stella stopped fussing with the blanket to reach up to squeeze Alondra’s hand. “You’ve had too much on your mind,” she commiserated. “Anniversaries are always hard. Death dates are worse.”

They got all the pieces set up as the sun dipped low in the west. Alondra thought it odd that they had such a lovely sandy beach to themselves, but she put it down to it being Wednesday night.

Stella fixed her a plate of potato salad with tahini rather than mayo, a slice of lentil loaf with homemade barbecue sauce, and a mixed beet salad over greens. Everything was full of complicated flavors that complimented the bottle of Syrah that Stella kept pouring into Alondra’s glass.

Everything was perfect: the solitude, the metronome whoosh of the surf, the picnic, the company. Alondra took a long, slow breath, trying to unknit the tension that laced through her chest.

“Look at that,” Stella directed.

The sun had dropped almost to the horizon. It made the breakers look as green as bottle glass. Inside the translucent walls of water swam…something.

“Are those sharks?” Alondra asked. Whatever they were, they swam parallel to the shore, staying obscured by the water as they raced through the breakers.

“They’re not big enough to be sharks,” Stella said. “And they don’t have dorsal fins.”

The sun slipped closer to the water. Alondra watched it obliquely, trying to catch the exact moment of sunset. An optical illusion turned the sun to an hourglass shape that faded rapidly below the horizon. As it vanished, a dagger of green light shot upward. It faded almost immediately. Alondra sighed, thrilled to have caught the illusive sight.

Stella kissed her. “It’s supposed to be good luck,” she said.

“We may need it,” Alondra said quietly, frowning. “Look down on the beach. At that pile of rocks on the left.” As she spoke, a little head shrank down behind the gray stones.

“What the heck was that?” Stella blurted. “It looked like a monkey!”

“I think it’s whatever was swimming in the waves.”

Another of them peeked over the rocks and disappeared just as quickly.

“Do you want to pack up now or come back in the morning to get your stuff?” Alondra asked.

Stella didn’t take her eyes from the creatures. More of them were crawling out of the surf now, undulating across the foreshore. They had wizened little faces and scrawny sticklike arms, but the lower parts of their bodies were fish tails.

“I thought Barnum made them up,” Stella said.

“Guess not.”

“You think they’re hungry?”

One snarled, revealing a mouthful of needle teeth. Alondra searched the beach blanket for the backpacks. Hers was the green one… She found it tucked beneath one of the chairs. She dug through it for the knives. One was serrated enough to cut a baguette. The other had a duller blade for slicing cheese. She held that one out to Stella.

“What’s this for?”

“It’s better than nothing.”

“Not by much,” Stella said grimly. “We’ll come back in the morning.”

She took Alondra’s arm and pulled her toward the farthest side of the blanket. “Watch them,” she directed. “I’ll make sure you don’t trip.”

And that the mermaids didn’t get behind them, Alondra realized. She adjusted her grip on the breadknife and watched the creatures advance toward the abandoned picnic.

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Fiction © Copyright Loren Rhoads
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Alondra’s Experiments

Alondra DeCourval travels from San Francisco to Prague to Olso, encountering magical creatures and searching for the limits she will go to for love.

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

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Aloha
by Amy Zoellers

“Aloha,” said the afterlife

“OH, my sick and beautiful

nascent joys.

You’ve had a long and rigorous

journey.

We have but one chair

and there are three of you.

But take the chair

and be engulfed in your

cruelest acts of life,

in endless repetition, first

as yourself, then as your

objects of abuse.

Recline on the table and

slide into madness of terror,

terror magnificent and magnified,

unrelenting, ripping you open,

constant, bouldering threat

Fire, hailstones and pursuit..

Lean on the wall and swim

in nausea forever.

One destiny for each of you.

Begin.

As the afterlife had known,

all three lunged for the chair,

battering and slapping their

eternity away in battle for

the ecstasies, the eternal

indulgence of cruelty.

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Fiction © Copyright Amy Zoellers
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More from Amy Zoellers:

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Ordeal in French Lipstick is a candid look at the passions that add glitter to the everyday grind. The product of the ever sparkling Amy Zoellers, topics include drunken dreaming, starshine, all things sweet and sometimes bath tubs. Warning: this book is liable to leave permanent marks of poetic joy.

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Art! Fun!! Poetry and song! Portraits, dolls, prints, jewelry… and so much more! Click on her Instagram name for more info: Hipness and Outrage!

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