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

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Livinia
by Tawny Kipphorn

It is the absolute law in this place to never speak of who lives deep within its heart, or rather, what. I walked beneath the star studded skies, along the cobblestone road, straight into the woman in white. She is not just a woman however, she’s something much more, something far worse. In this place, she is known as the devil’s daughter, the taker of souls. Her name only lingers upon the lips of the dead, and on nights when the moon is full and the world is silent, you can hear them whispering. I could never decipher what exactly was being said, but I just knew it was about her, as the feeling of dread seeped into my skin and deep within my bones.
As the sun slowly died, the mist began to rise as everyone gathered over the still waters. I wanted to run away but my feet wouldn’t budge, and when I looked up I noticed all the people staring at me. They warned me of my impending demise, that Livinia was coming for me. I tried to understand how I could hear them speak so clearly without their mouths ever moving. Then, just like the Red Sea, the people parted, and without any time to think, I was face to face with her. She said nothing to me, but rather began to kiss me. I could feel my body growing weaker as I slowly fell to the ground. After some time, I awakened to everyone gathered around me, but the woman was gone. I wish I had the sense to stay inside that night, but it didn’t occur to me that all the people walking around were already dead, and that I’d become one of them too.
Fiction © Copyright Tawny Kipphorn
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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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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Sonora Taylor @sonorawrites @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Perfection in Shadow
by Sonora Taylor

Colin never thought he’d find the perfect woman. Everyone he met had something wrong with them once sex and passion ran its course. They talked too much. They took up too much space. Their looks were harsh under the light.
His girlfriend left him in a huff after their latest fight. The sound of the door slamming behind her reverberated through the apartment. Colin swore he saw the shadows tremble beneath its echo across the floor. He wondered how the floor would move if he instead buried her beneath it.
The darkness trembled. Colin blinked, then saw the shadows fall back into place.
He thought of his girlfriend – now his ex – meeting other men. He thought of her going to bed with them. She’d been so eager to jump into bed with him. She’d do the same with any stranger who showed an interest.
The shadow arched back and sighed. Before reason could stop him, Colin moved to the shadow and caressed it. The shadow leaned into his palm and smiled.
Colin smiled back. Here was the secret. Here was what he needed to do to keep someone.
Piece by piece, Colin took the darkest corners of his fantasies and made the perfect woman. He imagined slapping one, and a face turned and looked away. He imagined gripping one against him, and a body stood slack and still, waiting to be held. Finally, he imagined telling each and every woman he knew to shut up.
A shadow stood silent in his window, a beautiful woman who was perfect for him. One made of his darkness, and thus, one that wouldn’t disappear from him.
Colin walked to her and touched her shoulder. She didn’t tremble. She didn’t speak.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered.
She turned and wrapped her arms around him, creating a shroud that consumed him. Before he could scream, Colin felt a coldness clench his throat and seep through his veins as he disappeared into darkness.
The apartment lay empty. A single ray of light shined through the window.
Fiction © Copyright Sonora Taylor
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The Crow’s Gift

When seeking gifts from others, the greatest gift is often a connection. A lonely fourth grader finds an unlikely friendship with a murder of crows. A college student tries, against all odds, to meet her favorite author. A commuter sees a stranger every day on her way to work. And a man who lives alone in the woods seeks a connection with anyone, so long as they’re another body to hold.

The greatest gifts, however, don’t always mean the greatest rewards. The fourth grader learns that a crow’s idea of loyalty may challenge her own. The college student learns that in a battle between herself and fate, neither may be the victor. The commuter never learns her new friend’s name, which may be a gift in itself. The man in the woods sees any connection as a reward — though not necessarily for those he seeks.

Connections with others keep us afloat, in varying degrees and at varying costs. As the man in the woods so aptly says, “We all want closeness and companionship. Some of us just gain that by burying people in the floorboards.”

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author D.M. Slate @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Solitude
by D.M. Slate

Tiny droplets of rain fell from the sky – remnants of the squall that had battered the remote island just hours ago. George stood in the lighthouse watching the silhouette of a small sailboat pass in front of the setting sun, amazed that the ocean swells hadn’t swallowed the tiny vessel whole.
He took his time descending the spiral staircase and then stepped onto the uneven rocks outside. Thunder shook the sky as the thick gray clouds unleashed another round of pouring rain. The boat was nearly to the shoreline and he saw two people on deck. They lowered their anchor and then then clambered overboard, life vests keeping them afloat as they swam toward land.
The woman was the first to make it in, and George reached down to help her up the sharp, slippery incline of the rocks. Her companion wasn’t far behind. He could hear the woman sobbing as he helped the man out of the water. Once on his feet, the man reached out shaking George’s hand.
“Thank you so much! We’ve just been through the worst storm I’ve ever seen.”
The woman chimed in. “I was so scared. I thought we were going to die.”
George smirked at the irony of the statement. Lowering his head into the wind and rain, he pointed toward the tree line. “My house is over there. Let’s get out of the rain.” The raspy sound of his voice surprised even himself.
As they walked to his cabin George wondered how long it’d been since he’d spoken to another person? Solitude had a way of playing with a person’s mind… enough so that it could even drive a man insane.
Fiction © Copyright D.M. Slate
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Roots of Deceit

Fueled by the underlying currents of her daughter’s death, Gianna vows to unravel the mystery surrounding the foreboding apparition who keeps making appearances in her new home, but she’s not prepared for the grisly trail of clues that’ll unfold before her; testing not only her sanity, but her guilty conscience as well.

Zack and Gianna call on a team of paranormal investigators to start them in the right direction, and after the initial terror of the ghost’s presence begins to dull, Gianna finds herself sucked into a web of deception, lies and murder, as the ultimate questions are posed: who is the terrifying pale-faced ghost, and what does she want? As the secrets of the past reach their gnarled fingers out beyond the grave, grasping firmly onto Gianna’s soul, she starts to suspect her only neighbor, old farmer Peterson, of committing the unthinkable crime.

But finding evidence to prove a twenty-three year old murder is more difficult than Gianna anticipated, and when the ghost gets tired of waiting, she takes matters into her own hands; at which time the distinction between the two women begins to blur…

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

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Mitch and Sarah
by Kathleen McCluskey

The time of Samhain approached. The oaks were delivering an epic show of vivid colors that blanketed the earth with a brown and crimson bed of discarded leaves. Sarah knew that the time was almost upon her and Mitch to complete their bond as husband and wife. Her preparations added to the already gorgeous surroundings. She hung lanterns in the branches of the mighty oaks. She made a clearing in the soil where they would exchange their vows. The officiant would be Mother Nature in all her glory. The wildlife of the forest embraced Sarah and Mitch as one of their own. They had spent their lives protecting the fragile environment of the Pacific Northwest.
The poachers watched as Mitch and Sarah began to recite their love for one another. They had just finished raiding a wolf pack. The pack was unaware of the interlopers as the food that they all had eaten was laced with sedatives. They slept peacefully under the autumn sun as the poacher sliced their throats. They now carried their skins in bags. Mitch and Sarah’s happy nuptials were in their path. They waited in silence and watched, disgusted by the display of love of nature and each other. Sarah stepped out of the circle she had cleared to finish the bonding as husband and wife. She wanted to exchange wild flowers with Mitch as a symbol of her everlasting love. She could see eyes peering out from between the branches of the foliage. She began to scream as the rifle was leveled at her head. Mitch heard his beloved and ran to her. Another rifle was leveled at him. The wounds they sustained were not instantly fatal, they crawled to each other. Inside the circle they died in each other’s arms. The last thing they both saw was each other’s eyes as the life drained from them. The poachers hooted and hollered as they stepped over the dead couple. One callously kicked at Sarah’s head causing her to roll over. Her dead eyes met his. Startled that her eyes were opened, he dropped his bag of wolf carcasses onto the lover’s blood.
The bag began to pulse and twitch. The other poachers began to run. This lawbreaker’s feet were glued to the ground as he watched the bag lift into the air. A loud howl was emitted from the bag, it began to vibrate and spin. It spun around like a child’s top. Falling out from the bloody bag was a wolf. A large timber wolf, it put its head back and howled. Another large timber wolf fell out of the bag. The alpha male and alpha female were reborn as Mitch and Sarah’s bodies vanished. They snarled at the poacher. The male wolf circled behind the poacher as the female wolf watched his every move. The male pounced onto the man’s back and ripped his head off of his shoulders. The female wolf howled again and went to her love. They rubbed on each other and knew that the other poachers must pay for their corrupt behavior. They both vanished into the woods to complete their revenge.
Fiction © Copyright Kathleen McCluskey
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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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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Sheri White @sheriw1965 @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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A Bridge to Nowhere
by Sheri White

“They’re still following us.”
“Would you stop looking back? I know they’re following us! We need to be on the other side of the bridge before they get halfway across.”
“This bridge is so long – I need a breather. Let’s stop running for just a minute. Duke needs a break too.”
Craig turned and glared at Lindsey, who was bent over with her hands on her knees, old Duke panting and drooling next to her.
“Christ, Lindsey! You and your stupid dog are going to get me killed! Get your ass moving – NOW.”
“We’re going to die anyway! What’s the fucking point of blowing up the bridge?”
Craig shielded his eyes from the sun to gauge the horde’s progress. A sigh of frustration escaped him. “I’ve told you. We get across this bridge, then blow it with the dynamite waiting there for me. There’s a small group of people on Little Island, and they have cleaned it out. It will be a safe place to stay until we can figure things out. But if the horde crosses the bridge onto the island, even if just one of those things gets over there, we are all fucked. And you’re damn lucky I found you and that fucking dog on the other side, so hurry up before I shoot you in the leg and leave you to distract them!”
“At least let me have some water – “
“Oh, fuck this.” Craig lifted his rifle, and shot Duke in the head.
Lindsey screamed and dropped next to the dog, cradling him in her arms. The horde, excited by her cries and the smell of fresh blood, shuffled faster towards them.
“Are you coming with me or staying?”
Lindsey shook her head, sobbing and rocking the chocolate lab, unable to speak.
“Whatever. Good luck.”
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Craig reached the end of the bridge, out of breath himself. He shielded his eyes once again, looking for Lindsey. He could see the horde, stopped where he had left her. Their frenzied moans and movements told him he had no need to wait.
He followed the instructions left to him and blew up the bridge. Body parts and concrete flew into the air and splashed into the sparkling blue waters of the bay. He sat on the sand next to the rocks and lit a cigarette, smoking until the sun began to set. He flicked the butt into the water, then headed towards camp.
He never saw Lindsey crawl onto the beach, bites covering her body and skin torn from her bones. He never heard her whisper his name as she died.
It would be too late when her dead moaning woke him up at camp hours later.
Fiction © Copyright Sheri White
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Sacrificial Lambs and Others

Sacrificial Lambs and Others is Sheri White’s first collection. From quiet horror to bloody violence, these flash fiction pieces and short stories are chilling and emotionally visceral. You will find people teetering on the brink of sanity, dark farms, creepy carnivals, weird kids, and Armageddon. These stories will stay with you long after you’ve closed the book.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author E.A. Black @ElizabethABlack @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Darkness Falls
by E.A. Black

She stood by the window, gazing upon her acres of land. No one stood amid the tall trees, nor had anyone lurked by the pond. She felt alone in the coming darkness. He wouldn’t dare come out in a storm like this. Her ex was a lazy man, prone to enjoy his creature comforts. What else could he want from her? He already took the best of the paintings and one of her prized cars. He wouldn’t get his hands on her home. She had inherited her mansion from her father. It was not up for grabs.
Thunder roared. She hated storms. They were so indifferent to her troubles. Rain would not wash away her past. He had threatened to drop by one day and kill her to get his revenge for her tossing him out. Their ugly divorce held nothing to his stalking. He followed her to boutiques, banquets, and restaurants when she was out with friends. She had called the police who could do nothing for her since as of yet he had not been caught committing a crime. What kind of help could they be? She could only take care of herself.
He had phoned earlier, threatening to stop by and do her in once and for all. How did he get her new phone number? Where there had once been love and affection, now there was only fear and hatred. She wandered her hallways, checking doors and windows to make sure they were locked. Lacking a gun, she grabbed a fireplace poker. Satisfied she was safe, she sat in a chair, waiting out the storm. Then with a start she remembered she had forgotten to lock the door to the servant’s quarters.  Her heart leapt in her chest as she stood, ready to rush down the hall to fix her mistake.
Someone cleared his throat from behind her.
Fiction © Copyright E. A. Black
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Teeming Terrors

Nature. Filled with wonder, beauty, majesty and mystery. Also filled with things that want to kill us. Normal things, little ordinary things. Things that creep and crawl. Things that fly, swim, scuttle and slither. Things that you might expect and be rightfully phobic about … as well as things you may have never imagined as a threat. Individually, maybe they wouldn’t be. But that’s just it. They aren’t coming for you individually. They’re coming for you in swarms, in flocks and hordes, in masses and multitudes. They’re coming for you by the thousands. They are … TEEMING TERRORS.

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

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My World
by Naching T. Kassa

I stand in a world no one knows, near an ocean no one sees.
From your point of view, dark clouds blanket an azure sky. They’re reflected in storm-driven waters. Waves crash upon the beach. The wind whispers around the ivory tower which stands on a sliver of black rock. The lighthouse beam welcomes and warns.
In my world, the beach is built on scorched black bone. Skeletons reach toward the dark clouds, which roil across the sky and obscure the crimson sun. The lighthouse is a ruinous tower, topped by ghost-light.
It beckons.
Thin fingers clutch at my legs as I move toward the lighthouse. Sightless eyes and gaping mouths seem to plead with me. They beg me.
I cannot keep away.
Whispers lose their sweetness here. Voices, thick with menace, fill my ears.
“Take another step and we will rend you, rip you, tear you. We hunger for your flesh. Come. Come to the tower so we may taste your death.”
I keep my eyes on the light.
Soon, I’ve crossed the beach. I’ve reached the tower. Shaking off the last man of bone, I push the door open and mount the spiral stairs.
When I reach the top, she greets me with a silent scream. I stare into her pale face, her shadowed eyes. The scarlet ribbon lies jagged across her throat.
Have I been here before? This scene has filled my mind’s eye so many times. It can’t be real.
I approach and kneel beside my finest work. Her marble skin is cold. A day ago, it was soft, warm, and pliant.
I lift her hand. Rigid fingers. There is no thrum of life within her wrist. Dark and placid pupils fill the iris of her eye.
Your voice breaks the silence and startles me.
“How many more, John?” you say.
I hesitate. My handcuffs cut into my wrist as I lower her hand to the dusty floor.
“Twelve. Maybe, thirteen.”
“Where are they?”
“In the sand below.”
You come close and kneel beside me. I can almost hear the rush of your blood. You smile in sympathy but it does not fill your steel-gray eyes. I turn away.
“She was special…wasn’t she?” you say.
I nod.
“We’ll take care of her. Will you lead us to the others?”
I look into your dark face. What would you look like if I placed the ribbon round your throat? I think it would fit you well.
The policeman at your side takes a step forward. Did he read the intent in my eyes?
I return to my greatest treasure. Her cold skin makes me shiver.
I sigh.
If only you saw the world as I do.
Fiction © Copyright Naching T. Kassa
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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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