The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Marge Simon @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Spectral Perfume
by Marge Simon

Her cloak thrown carelessly on the chair,
a field of rolling velvet hills where
up and down spiders swarm,
drawn to a decanter tinged
with garnet — Muguet from Paris,
created at the first of World War I,
and none to follow for a year –
the survivors might as well have
bought the scent of perfumed blood.
Certain songs of times gone by
of young men dying in the trenches,
with only crumpled memories of home,
letters scented with Muguet,
signatures in carmine kisses.
The air is thick with shadowed secrets –
like the single rose she puts beside
her precious, priceless perfume,
darkly sacred as her memories.
She never charged conscripted men,
forgets she died in 1924.
Fiction © Copyright Marge Simon
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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Small Spirits

Small Spirits is another of the poems-for-art duets by Bram Stoker® Award winning poet Marge Simon and artist Sandy DeLuca. These unusual poems involve dolls of many sorts, including legends from countries all over the world. You will find small spirits of the wicked, the damned and the beloved. Be prepared for the mystical, magical and often misanthropic dolls in this colorful collection.

Available 2017!

 

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

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Gargouille
by Lydia Prime

On a biting November morning, frost coated grass crunched somewhere off in the distance. Faint, but still, I could hear definite steps crunching – quickening. I opened my eyes to check for whatever signs I could. If something was here, I needed to warn them. I stared out towards the redwood trees and watched as the wind whipped through the orange leaves. The branches not only swayed – but shivered. ‘Something’s coming,’ I thought, ‘I can feel it nearing…’ I moved ever so slightly, with just enough ease that no one would notice. I saw far beyond the wall of flaming branches and tried to focus on who or what was there. CRUNCH-CRUNCH-CRUNCH. No longer on frosted grass, but the fallen leaves that covered the forest floor. Whatever was there was still too far away to tell what sort of danger was looming just past the light.
The day began to fade and I still had no knowledge of what creature could have escaped the pit. I was, however, certain that it knew not only that I was there, but that I was watching. I continued to see its energy pulsing from the forest’s shadows. It’s waiting – but for what? I did not yet know. As the night began to cover the world in a somewhat peaceful sleep, my yellow eyes still scanned the tree line for the lurker. I was growing more concerned by the minute – I had heard a rumble and a crack not too long ago. Whatever was waiting before had unquestionably regrouped – something truly diabolical was headed this way. I began to sense them closing in, now in a pair, the original stepped into my sight with a new-found confidence. “Well, hello Gargouille.” He’d smirked and I cringed as he said my name.
“Surgat!” I roared. I should have known, “Who is with you, Demon?” I demanded. A demon whose sole purpose was to find ways to open doors and portals – even into mortals – was not one I wanted hanging around long. The accomplice emerged from the tree line. “Mephestopheles!” I shouted. I spread my wings and began my howling to alert everyone and anyone who could hear me, of the impending doom approaching. The other gargoyles joined in with my cries, and the two demons dropped to the ground before suddenly seeking refuge deep in the forest. Immediately after I stopped screaming, I looked around the trees. No sign of them, but I could hear something on the wind.
 “We’re coming, Gargouille.”
Fiction © Copyright Lydia Prime
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More about Lydia Prime:

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

Please visit Lydia on Facebook for more info. 

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

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Open House
by Melissa R. Mendelson

The house was warm and inviting.  A gentle breeze slipped in through the open door and windows, dancing around the people inside.  The walls were light and sunny, carrying memories of loved ones and friends, moments painted with a touch of laughter and a hint of sadness.  Children wearing suits and dresses chased each other around and up the stairs, but as my shadow fell across the stairs, darkness entered the house.
For some reason, I could not move up the stairs.  I could not chase after the children, whose laughter should have warmed my heart.  I shuddered instead.  A hand touched my elbow, but when I looked, no one was there.  Still, it remained, leading me down the hall toward the kitchen, where everyone gathered, but I stopped by the basement door.  And then I headed down the steps and disappeared into the darkness.
The basement seemed ordinary.  The windows were small and dirty.  Furniture was covered with long, ugly white sheets.  The floor was kissed with both dust and mold.  There were no monsters here.  Still, I was pressed further toward the back, and then it was like I became a puppet, clawing at the brick wall before me until the bricks came loose, crashing to the floor.  And I peered into the abyss, discovering a hidden room with weird items such as an ancient, red book and a large, black bottle of liquid, but it was the skull that bothered me.  I burst into tears for that skull was me.
The house was warm and inviting.  A gentle breeze slipped in through the open door and windows, dancing around the people inside.  The walls were light and sunny, carrying memories of loved ones and friends, moments painted with a touch of laughter and a hint of sadness.  Children wearing suits and dresses chased each other around and up the stairs, but as my shadow fell across the stairs, darkness entered the house.
 Fiction © Copyright Melissa R. Mendelson
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from Melissa R. Mendelson:

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

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

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World’s End
by Ela Lourenco

World’s End – the high-end hotel which was the hunting ground of many a lecherous tycoon or director on the prowl for the numerous young aspiring starlets in town. Scantily clad girls barely old enough to be out past bedtime all powdered and buffed, vying for the attentions of men who could change their lives with one word.
There is nothing here anymore. Nothing but the lingering scent of desperation and expensive perfume mingling with the heavy dust in the air. Dreams and hopes are caught in the many shroud-like spider webs blanketing the hand-carved wooden furniture.
This is where it all began – the contagion. Born of the sins of man, the virus spread like wild-fire, decimating every living human in its wake. Hollywood was unpopulated within the day. By the end of the week there were only a handful of survivors left on the planet.
I am one of those ‘survivors’, blessed with immunity to this disease, cursed to continue my existence on this desolate place that is Earth.
Fiction © Copyright Ela Lourenco
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com 

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Dragon Born

Far in the distant reaches of the universe is a world called Azmantium. A planet with lilac skies, jade green seas and fiery red suns. A planet where everything, from the tides of the sea to life itself, is rooted in magic. Children are assessed at an early age and trained according to their unique magical talents.

Lara, an orphan who has no memory of her true origins, is unaware that she has a vital role to play in the ancient prophesies that are about to begin coming true. Older than most who are just beginning their magical training, Lara will soon find out that destiny waits for no one, especially when the fate of the world rests on their shoulders.

With the help of her new friends, Lara will learn that in order to save the future, she must journey into the past – to a time when Dragons ruled the world!

Available on Amazon!

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

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Spiders in the Blood
by A.F. Stewart

Dozens of tiny spider corpses littered the marble floor and the velvet draped table, scattered across a half-filled glass decanter and the adjacent black rose. A murdered multitude of eight-legged creatures, drawn in by deadly magic.
The high-heeled click of footsteps sounded as Illyana entered, and a half-naked man tied to a chair squirmed, trying to scream through his gag. She ignored him, and the muffled noises he made, casting her glances at the arachnid husks.
“Such small things, but so precious.” She brushed a finger against some of the dead creatures, before opening the decanter. As the pungent perfume of its strange elixir wafted, Illyana scooped up dead spiders, depositing them into the liquid. Body by body, until each lifeless arachnid floated in her red elixir. She swirled the mixture, letting the bugs marinate. As she churned, their tiny legs twitched.
She laughed. “Round and round you go, my darlings.”
Illyana turned to the man, ripping off his duct tape gag to his scream of pain.
“What kind of crazy are you, lady?!”
“The worst kind, I’m afraid.” She yanked his head back by his hair and ordered, “Open your mouth!” His lips parted as if by her will, and she poured the spider laced liquid down his throat, commanding, “Swallow!”
Moaning and sputtering he did just that, ingesting the spider infested elixir until not a drop remained. The man groaned, reddish spittle drooling down his chin.
“What did you make me do?” His body shuddered, and he gagged. She smiled as his body convulsed, and the clock ticked down the silent minutes until he stopped shaking.
Illyana slithered her fingers over his arm. “Can you feel it beginning? Does your blood burn? With a sensation of creatures crawling in your veins?”
“Sick, I feel sick.” He gagged repeatedly, his chest heaving against the constraining ropes. They both watched as his skin rippled from underneath.
The man screeched, “What did you do to me!”
Illyana moved behind him. “Your blood will incubate my children. To be born from earthly spiders and my magic, consuming their host as they grow. I’ve given you a great honour.” Slowly an exoskeleton limb slid down his chest and fangs grazed his cheek.
His frightened whisper slipped out, “What are you?”
“Call me the Spider Queen,” she replied, her voice now hoarse and hissing. Her eight eyes glistened and another limb wrapped around his throat. Her sandpaper tongue licked his face and he screamed.
Fiction © Copyright A.F. Stewart
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from A.F. Stewart:


Killers and Demons: Books I and II

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

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

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

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

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

The Villainous Roster:

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

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

Together they form a spine-chilling cadre of predators.

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Featured Book: Screams The Machine by #author Sam Mortimer. #dystopian #sci-fi #fiction

Screams The Machine
by Sam Mortimer

Cash carries a disease; one that’s already killed a large majority of the population and something needs to be done. To stop the crisis from escalating, The Solution (a worldwide organization) is formed and rises to great power. They monitor people’s dreams and shape reality to fit their own wants and needs. In an effort to control existence itself, The Solution is searching for what they believe to be the ultimate tool; a person with the ability to master a deep connection with the mysterious, pervasive energy known only as The Ultimate Reality.

Watching her neighborhood decay, her friends and family perish, Elizabeth Reznik needs to find meaning in her life. She discovers her existence is more meaningful than she could ever have imagined. Operatives of The Solution seek her out, take her from her home and perform brutal experiments on her. Their conclusion? Elizabeth is the one they have been searching for; she is the key to gaining complete power.

The stratagem of The Solution is single minded – own the resources and you own the people. And the last resource available is free will. They will own your thoughts, they will orchestrate your dreams; they will dine on your fears. But there is always a cog in the machine… or in this case, a scream.

Available on:

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About the Author:

Sam Mortimer has worked the graveyard shift in law enforcement, attended film school, and has been writing strange stories since age eleven.

He loves reading, music, and strives to meet the demands of his five cats.

 

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The Calling by Author Brent Abell #supernatural #horror #fiction #book @BrentTAbell

The Calling
by Brent Abell

Carl Volker has a problem. After waking one morning with a hangover to find his wife gone, he notices a crow stalking around his yard.  As days go by with no word from his wife, more and more crows gather.

Frank Hill is sheriff in the seemingly pleasant town of White Creek. Up until recently, his job has been fairly mundane but after a recent spree of murders, bodies are beginning to pile up and Frank has no clue as to who the killer may be.

White Creek has kept its secrets hidden well over the years but the sins of its past are coming to light; the town harbors an evil and the bindings that keep it in check are beginning to unravel.

As Frank and Carl’s friendship is tested and their destinies are revealed, the dead accumulate while the crows watch and The Calling begins!

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Amazon: US | UK | Canada | Australia | Germany | France | Spain | Italy | Japan | Mexico | Brazil| India | The Netherlands

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Brent Abell lives in Southern Indiana with his wife, sons, and a pug who sits around eating the souls of wayward people. His stories have been featured in over 30 publications from multiple presses. His work includes his novella In Memoriam, collection Wicked Tales for Wicked People, and novel Southern Devils; which are available now. He also co-authored the horror-comedy Hellmouth series. Currently, he is working on the second book in the Southern Devils series and the next book with Frank Hill in the White Creek Saga.

Facebook: Brent T. Abell
Twitter: @BrentTAbell
Blog: Our Darkest Fears

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