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

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Wreck and Ruin
by Lori R. Lopez

The mad race did not end well.
Nor did it begin as a competition or duel,
A breathless voyage to the finish,
Straight into a wall of resistance —
That solid unshifting margin of impact
Lying at the edge of an ocean,
Unyielding as brick whether
Rock or sand.
Who in his heart so devil-may-care?
What captain to risk the devastation of
A vessel, an entire company of shiphands?
Only the vainest most hardheaded
Might engage such derelict rashness;
Plow inward having lost all decency,
Or surge forth directionless,
To commit the worst folly at sea!
To steer blind on an overcast night
Without navigation.  Abandon reason,
Tools and charts, every nautical rule
And follow instinct or whim.
’Twould be the direst of errors,
Aside from challenging a fierce tempest,
Provoking a Kraken.
Neither salt had a wish to die.
Both leaders men of grave honor,
However roughly chipped and hewn.
Yet the boundless Brine is vaster than
Any man’s soul, more perilous and treacherous
Than the wilds of any land,
And from her womb could raise the fiercest of
Misbegoths — tentacle-sprouted and tailed,
Beastly-proportioned.
I cannot recite ye for certain
What transpired out in the woolly tides
To cause their haste and peril,
Ignite a precipitous volley of speed.
What sent two bows carving a parallel course
Through foam and current until they
Ran aground side by side, battered yet whole,
Terminus matched by dead heat.
One thing alone I could wager:
A wet grimace, a leviathan maw and ring of fangs
In a forest of thrashing clawed appendages
Stirred by a vicious gale — that could rip or pummel,
Crush or mangle!  A mysterious spawn of the Deep,
Swimming fathoms to surface and wreak
Unholy bestial terror.  Snatch morsels of
Mariners for a greedy banquet.
What else would inspire this deuce of
Captains to sail against better judgement —
Sacrifice the life of each swab, each mate
Above and below their decks?
Master and Helmsman obeyed the orders,
Followed the commands of lunatics!
Only a risen monstrosity might convince
Level minds to surrender their grasp.
Behold the result!  These wooden hulls
Left dry and high to roast in the sun,
A pair of beached whale carcasses
Driven ashore.  Stranding themselves
In a wild dash, a flight of wreck and ruin.
Whittled by sand and time
To skeleton crews.  Long ago plundered,
Stripped of every last dignity.
The tales they might tell
If their anguished grins could speak.
Fiction © Copyright Lori R. Lopez
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com 

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More from Lori R. Lopez:

Darkverse: The Shadow Hours

A rich gathering of poetry with a dismal twilight atmosphere, a brooding nature, an eerie tone . . .  DARKVERSE:  THE SHADOW HOURS encompasses such pieces written by Lori R. Lopez between 2009 and 2017, collected in three of her Poetic Reflections volumes along with humorous and serious verse.  This ample compendium allows a more focused reading experience and mood — presenting poems that share speculative themes, flashes of horror, glimpses of madness.

Lori is the author of THE DARK MISTER SNARK, LEERY LANE, MONSTROSITIES, AN ILL WIND BLOWS, THE FAIRY FLY, CHOCOLATE-COVERED EYES, JAR BABY, SAMHAIN, 3-Z, and SPIDER SOUP, among other tales.  She has been called a storyteller, whether composing verse or prose.

The aim of her DARKVERSE series is to offer a chilling trek through unlit stretches where all manner of creeps and kooks may lurk; where graveyards and bogs and full-moons abound.  The pages of THE SHADOW HOURS illuminate those morbid uncanny perils and dreads that inhabit drab corners, the known and unknown terrors of the night.  Vivid and distinct, her voice echoes our worst fears then delves beyond, exposing hitherto unimaginable frights.

Prepare to confront a motley array of ghouls and menaces that might just move under your bed.

Look for an Illustrated Print Edition with quirky art by the author.

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

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WasteLands
by Julianne Snow

The landscape is cracked, broken. A wasteland.
But it wasn’t like this all that long ago…
It used to be verdant grasslands, widespread farmland, places where herds of livestock used to graze for their daily sustenance. It all changed in the breath of a moment. One second there, the next—devastation and desolation.
No one knows exactly what happened; maybe the lungs of the Earth simply stopped breathing. Or maybe it was something more diabolical—like the Wings of War swept in, decimating the countryside to its crust.
It’s uninhabitable but some still try to eke out an existence, living in the WasteLands like refugees of another time and place. Their faces always covered, the harsh sun and winds taking their toll even through the woven fabric; etching the skeleton beneath into the tautly stretched skin. Hollow faces stare back, slack and unforgiving. Specters of their former selves, waiting for death to take them like it has the land.
Fiction © Copyright Julianne Snow
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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JulianneSnow_TheDeadOfPenderghastManorThe Dead of Penderghast Manor

What would you do if you knew the Dead could talk?

For Chester Penderghast, it’s not the easiest of questions to answer…

Ensconced in the basement of his family’s mortuary business is the last place he wants to be, but when the conversation starts flowing, Chester’s the only living person who can hear it. What do the Dead want, and why is he the only one who can hear them?

This is not your average zombie tale—the Dead don’t want to eat your brains, but they will chew your ear off!

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Angela Yuriko Smith @AngelaYSmith @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #poem #poetry

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Train Going Down
by Angela Yuriko Smith

Churning…burning…
churning…burning…
churning…burning…
Whoooowhoooooooo!
The train going Down,
Down grinds in with a huff and vehemenous clouds
of poisonous smoke boiling through oily air
stinging your eyes with brimstone and tears.
There’s no forgetting, only regretting
and a voice in your head that sings…
All aboard, you’ve packed your bags
and the train is leaving the station.
Don’t worry about your travel plans.
This is your final destination.
Your ticket was paid with your deeds as trade—
you made a road with all of the stones you threw.
So now Down, Down the train must go.
Wheels scream and cry against smoking iron.
Every star turns in shame. The day falls away
like a shroud. Your life is forgotten.
Churning…burning…
churning…burning…
churning…burning…
Whoooowhoooooooo!
Fiction © Copyright Angela Yuriko Smith
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com 

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More from Angela Yuriko Smith:

End of Mae

Mae was small town newspaper reporter with bigger dreams. Her life’s passion was to find the ultimate story. When the local homeless start vanishing, her community puts the blame on the Jersey Devil legend. Excited at the prospect of finally uncovering a big story, she spends the night in the woods with a homeless woman. Mae discovers that the whispers are true — there is something sinister wandering the Whitebog area at night. Little did she know that the ultimate story would be her own… and she’d by dying to tell it.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Ashley Davis @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Dragons in the Sand
by Ashley Davis

The sunrise and sunset always look familiar, but the blue sky of day feels wrong. Am I from a place of perpetual long wavelengths? Am I accustomed to the edge? Night, dusk, and dawn—the only times that feel real. The shadow birds still come then, but they always keep their distance in a darker sky. My memories are filled with splinters from old beach-house porch steps, purple clouds over crashing waves, misty dunes, and a deep desire for something I cannot yet understand. I’ve been there a million times, but I don’t know when or who I was. Invisible feet climb a staircase to a destination just out of reach. What will I do when I reach the end of the concrete steps, where it drops into air? There are ticking clocks among the dunes, but what do they measure? Or maybe the clocks are really dragons, come to take back one of their own. I know they see me. I weave magic with words, see through multiple eyes, and always dance on my toes; am I a witch or a prophet? Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow. It’s what I know, and it comes from inside, but I don’t know how it got there. I used to know my braids and my house and the dark voice that shadowed me, and the beach never recedes. It’s always a darkening sky. The wind is always full of salt. The tide is always coming in. There are no seashells on this coastline. The perpetual tide brings something else. I know the darkness that calls me must live in the water, though its voice calls from the clouds. Bring me broken boards, broken shells, broken souls, and I will mend or destroy their essence.
Fiction © Copyright Ashley Davis
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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Poetry by Ashley Davis can be found featured in the fall 2017 issue of
The Horror Zine

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Bailey Hunter @DarkRecesses @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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May Day
by Bailey Hunter

Two weeks in May was all it took.
One minute life was normal, the next everything stopped.  Cars crashing, planes plummeting from the sky, no communication, no electronics of any kind. The world got loud, then very quiet. Fear will do that.
Everyone hid hoping that somehow it would be fixed. Instead the sun became poison, killing most everything it touched. And what it didn’t kill, it turned into death.
The thing that gave the planet life, took it all away in a raging fury, then simply went back to being the sun.
The world, lost everything. The few that were able to escape alive, emerged into a new world. A world without connection or control. A blank and barren land. It didn’t take long for the takers to band together in ruthless scavenger mobs.
There were helpers too, much fewer it seemed. The Scavvies recruited like the warlords before. The Helpers did their best to evade them and liberate those who wanted to share instead of hoard. Apparently, war is a matter of human nature, no matter how much or how little there is to fight over.
Some call it Judgement Day and bemoan that they were not lifted away before it rained down, some call it the Apocalypse and think the Scavvies are zombies.
Me? I call it May Day. The day the Earth sent out a distress signal, unheard by anyone except those of us trapped on this dying planet.
Fiction © Copyright Bailey Hunter
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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Bailey is a publisher with Dark Recesses Press.


Dark Recesses Press is a publishing house dedicated to providing high quality dark fiction in its many forms to the reader. Our end goal is to impress and entertain, no matter what dark recesses we dare shine our light on.

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

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The Skinwalker
by Naching T. Kassa

Rick Redbird stood beneath a moon of dark tidings.
Clouds skittered across the wide sky, blotting out the moonlight and casting shadows over the desert. Red, sandstone boulders grew up out of the earth like strange monoliths and carrion eaters cawed as Rick approached the rusted old Ford. Once, it had been a work of art which belonged to his grandfather. Now, it was a mess of shattered glass, graffiti, and missing pieces.
Just like Rick.
The young man looked down at the tattoos which adorned his skin, felt the gaps between his teeth with his tongue, and blinked through his cracked glasses. He crossed to the pickup and gazed inside. The key was in the ignition, a worn and denuded rabbit’s foot hung from it.
“Hello, Rick,” a male voice said. “I’m surprised you had the guts to come find me.”
The young man turned. A tall man, dressed in black had appeared near the largest of the boulders. He leaned against it, smiling from behind his Ray-bans. Moonglow filled each lens, shone in his oily hair, and glittered in the studs of his leather jacket.
“Your fight was never with me,” Rick said.
“I beg to differ, grandson of my enemy. It became your fight when your grandfather died. He cheated me of my revenge when he snuffed it in his bed. If I can’t exact my revenge on him, you’ll do just as well.”
He sauntered over to Rick and joined him beside the pickup.
“It’s not personal, you know. It’s just…well, I have a reputation to maintain and your grandfather humiliated me before the public eye.”
“My grandfather—“
“Was an old fool. He was no medicine man. He was lucky he died before I killed him.”
“Grandfather wasn’t—“
“Smart? What kind of man screws with a skinwalker? He didn’t have to tell everyone what I was. An intelligent man wouldn’t have. An intelligent man would’ve profited from the situation.” He patted the truck. “Or, turned the situation to his advantage.”
“You were frightened of him. You should—“
“I should what? I fear no man. No mortal poses a threat to me.”
Before Rick’s eyes, the skinwalker shifted form. He dropped to all fours as fur sprouted over his skin. Within seconds, a coyote had taken his place.
The carrion birds cawed as though laughing.
Rick watched.
The coyote spoke in an unnatural tone as his tongue grappled with the human words.
“The fastest car can’t outrun me. The strongest jaw cannot equal mine. I am a killing machine.  So, tell me. What do I have to fear?”
A grin spread across Rick’s face.
“Do you know how to kill a skinwalker?”
“There is no way.”
“You speak their true name.”
The coyote vanished and a man took his place once more.
“How do you know this?”
“I’m adept at the Enemy Way. You feared my grandfather. I’m the one you should fear.”
“You don’t know my name.”
“Why do you think I came here tonight? To beg for my life? I came with only one thing in mind…Jim Crowhorse.”
The skinwalker screamed. He fell.
Red and angry wounds appeared on his face and hands. They bled. His screams gurgled in his throat as he convulsed on the dry, cracked ground.
Rick opened the pickup’s door and slipped inside the cab. He turned the key and the engine roared to life.
Rust and age fell away from the vehicle within an instant. Time turned backward and the machine shone in the moonlight.
Rick did too.
The skinwalker lay still as he drove away.
Fiction © Copyright Naching T. Kassa
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com 

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More from Naching T. Kassa:


Final Masquerade

It’s the Final Masquerade and it’s your turn to dance.

The evening is ending and the guests are ready to leave, but the final event of the evening is just beginning — the unmasking.

Welcome to Final Masquerade where no one is who they seem.

Stories written by Daniel I. Russell * Ken MacGregor * J.C. Delisle * Joshua Chaplinsky * Lori Safranek * D.S. Ullery * Samantha Lienhard * Thomas Kleaton * Josh Strnad * Naching T. Kassa * Roy C. Booth & Axel Kohagen * Sheldon Woodbury * Craig Steven * Gregory L. Norris * Jay Eales * Dale W. Glaser * R.K. Kombrinck * Jonathan Cromack * Brian C. Baer * Adrian Chamberlin

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Tawny Kipphorn @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Residual
by Tawny Kipphorn

As the sky turned to an ominous charcoal, and the clouds swirled in a circular motion, a feeling of unease was cast over Alessa. An opening to a wooded area beckoned her with the promise of calm and security, away from the watchful eye of the impending storm. As she wandered deep into the woods’ darkened womb, she noticed how eerily quiet the world had become. It was as if time itself had stopped and the world outside this place had become its own separate existence.
She thought she heard the whistling of a train approaching, and it was at this moment she realized she was standing on the tracks, fixed in place by an unseen force. No matter how hard she tried, her desperate attempts to flee were useless. The whistling rang out through the dead air once again as the sparks flew violently erupting into flames, and Alessa stared in horror as the black engine barreled towards her.
As she braced herself for the impact, like a mist, she felt her body evaporate into the air. Tomorrow will be no different for the poor girl. Alessa has no idea she’s been dead for over a century, and is doomed to relive her tragic end for eternity.
Fiction © Copyright Tawny Kipphorn
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from Author Tawny Kipphorn:

A Shadow of Autumn

Fall—a season as beautiful as it is foreboding. A Shadow of Autumn takes you back to childhood nostalgia while peeling away the mask to reveal things that haunt your worst nightmares. Within these pages, you’ll find the usual denizens of the holiday—demons, witches, ghosts, and bloodsuckers—along with strange and unknown creatures lurking everywhere from innocuous cornfields and pumpkin patches to basement hatches and high school dances. These fourteen tales of fall magic and Halloween horrors will keep you looking over your shoulder long after the last light of October has waned. Don’t say we didn’t warn you…

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