Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Asena Lourenco @ElaLourenco @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction #poem #poet

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The Immortal Boy
by Asena Lourenco

Frozen as can be in the statue of dark
But his evil soul still trapped within tree bark
Begging and begging to be set free
Begging and begging on his hands and knees
Cursed for taking the life of many
And not leaving one tiny, little penny
Robbing the city of lives and money
Somehow thinking that it was very funny
For the rest of eternity there will be a noise
From the tree which contains the immortal boy
Fiction © Copyright Asena Lourenco
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More about Asena Lourenco:

Asena Lourenco is 11 years old. She loves reading, playing Scottish traditional fiddle music on her violin, dancing, and martial arts as well as writing her own stories.

She would like to be a teacher and writer when she grows up. She also loves cats and babies!

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The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Stacey Turner @Spot_Speaks @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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The Foot of Fate
by Stacey Turner

“Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.” Raelynn could hear the frantic prayers uttered by so many as they crowded the streets, eyes cast skyward at the large, looming presence blotting out the sun. She would have laughed if the situation hadn’t been so serious. Only she among them knew what was to come; for she had called it down upon this world.
She had grown steadily wearier as the news’ headlines continued to be full of hate, violence, and the greed of men. And women, the whole silly species—the morass of maliciousness and vanity created as a diversion—left discarded for eons. She’d questioned the old Gods when they’d allowed them to propagate and flourish on the surface of the Earth. That had been wrong of her; one didn’t question the choices of the Gods. Not the true Gods, for mercy was not in their nature. Her punishment had been to walk among mankind, the constant cacophony of their lies and atrocities committed against their brothers growing ever louder until her ears rang with their spite and venom. Until her soul broke with the burden of carrying their foul injustices within. Tears of blood rolled down her face, eyes swollen from weeping, as she begged the Gods to end this exile and either bring her home, or let her perish.
The Gods had heard her plea and answered. They turned their attention back to this tiny corner of the universe, examining what their playthings had become. Seeing firsthand how the many tribes had developed new religions— worshipping false deities and committing brutalities in their name. Mankind killed themselves and each other with no regard to the sanctity of life. They attached no value to the gift the Gods had given them. Raelynn could feel the anger of the Gods and knew punishment would be swift. She relished the destruction of the heathens, even if it meant the end of her own existence.
Now, she watched them cowering as the large, dark shape hovered over them; noticed the resemblance to a giant limb. She found it ironic they were using that specific shape to stamp out humanity’s existence. Gazing into the crowd, she saw their tear-stained, desperate faces and couldn’t stop herself. This absurd fate was no more than they deserved. Her laughter rang out as the foot of the Gods descended.
Fiction © Copyright Stacey Turner
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from author Stacey Turner:

Morbid Metamorphosis: Terrifying Tales of Transformation

Metamorphosis occurs every day as caterpillars become sweet fluttering butterflies, tadpoles become gorgeous frog princes and chameleons become one with the beauty of nature – but you won’t find any of that here.

The transformations you’re about to witness are unnatural, sometimes gruesome and deeply psychological. They will make you question reality and take your mind places it was never meant to go.

Terrifying Tales of Transformation from Greg Chapman * Roy C. Booth & R. Thomas Riley * Terri DelCampo * Dave Gammon * Nancy Kilpatrick * Rod Marsden * Jo-Anne Russell * M.J. Preston * Stacey Turner * Tina Piney * Suzanne Robb * Franklin E. Wales * Donna Marie West * Suzie Lockhart * Cameron Trost * Daniel I. Russell * Simon Dewar * Amanda J. Spedding * Ken MacGregor * Erin Shaw * Gregory L. Norris * Nickolas Furr

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The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Suzanne Madron @suzannemadron @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Cremation Cate
by Suzanne Madron

People called her a witch. They called her a lot of other names that were much worse, but “witch” was by far the most popular. If those people had known the truth, they would have run screaming instead.
Cate stretched and sat up, blinking against the glare of the morning sun peeking through the blackout curtains. Ash slid from her skin and into the pile covering the bed. Cate reached down and turned on the hand vacuum she kept next to the nightstand. Within a few moments all that was left was the gray fitted sheet and a slight discoloration that would come out in the wash.
She caught her naked reflection in the mirror and smiled. Her skin was flawless, but for the shadows of the ashes she had slept in. She opened the hand vacuum’s container and walked across the room to the bathroom where she dumped the ashes into the toilet. After the ashes were gone, she rinsed the container and set it next to the sink to dry, then turned on the shower. Billows of steam covered the mirror as she stepped into the scalding spray. She watched as the last of the ashes swirled down the drain amidst soap and shampoo bubbles.
Cate had made lifetimes of this, every morning rising like a phoenix from the ashes and every night finding a new lover to share her bed. The only thing she disliked was the inevitable cleanup.
Her day flew by in a blur of bank deposits, coffee, and cigarettes. As the sun set she made her way toward a club known to host those who were not quite human. She nodded to the bouncers as she entered, then made her way onto the dancefloor. After several minutes a man approached her and she smiled up at him.
“You’re new here,” he said with a smile.
She couldn’t see his face, but the lights glinted against his teeth. He had elongated eyeteeth and smelled like blood. Cate nodded and sipped the drink he handed her.
After several minutes of smalltalk, they left the club and walked back to her place. She was disappointed that her visitor wasn’t one of the more violent and well-known vampires, but he would do.
He began kissing her before her apartment door was fully closed. Only once she heard the latch click did she lead him to her bed. There, her kisses deepened and intensified and the vampire pulled back to look at her.
“You’re so hot,” he said.
“Burning up.” She smiled and covered his screams with her mouth before she engulfed them both in flames.
Fiction © Copyright Suzanne Madron
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com 

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For Sale or Rent

The house across the street seems to go on the market every few months, but this time nothing about the sale is normal, including the new owners. No sooner has the for sale sign come down and the neighborhood is thrown into a Lovecraftian nightmare and the only way to find out is to attend the house warming party.

 

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

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Desolation
by Tawny Kipphorn

Deep within the barren wasteland, beneath flesh and bone, beats the heart of blackness and decay. Therein lies the beast of nothingness, full of greed, lust, and hatred as he masquerades as the everything. Refrain from the juggernaut of decadence and his tender symphony upon your ears, for he is truly the charlatan of aeons in all his sinister acclaim. The Stygian fiends of debauchery roam among us like a plague upon this earth, and eternally shall we remain blind to the veracity of his sentience. As the oppressor beams at the great decimation brought forth by his hand, so weeps the one most high, for the tears of the Messiah will spill forth and wash away the sins of humanity.
Erected from the ashes of death stands tall the tree of life, and as the sun hangs high, the supreme divinity casts his shadow over the world as each new day gives birth to a fresh hell. Temptation is a cruel master, and upon beating hearts plays the siren song of spectral strangers ever-long. Fear not how the fire burns in your veins as you descend into darkness, for these are the end of days, the fall of virtue and the rise of perdition. The sacred one retreats within the sanctuary of mourning, and our penitence shall commence at last.
Fiction © Copyright Tawny Kipphorn
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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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 Bailey Hunter @DarkRecesses @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Mighty is the Gentle Step
by Bailey Hunter

“Watch where you step, Throlen!”
Throlen looked at his feet and saw the tiny hut surrounded by even smaller creatures. “Why can’t I just walk, Mamma? What difference does it make? I’m tired of tiptoeing around all the time!”
Even at his size, he was still a child and whined like one too. Throlen’s mother sighed and a west wind blew.  “Because, even though they are very small, they are dangerous to us. We respect the little beings so they will let us be.” Engrood sighed again. Was she ever this troublesome? She watched as her impetuous son hovered his foot over the village in jest.
“THROLEN. Enough.” Engrood straightened her back so that her moss decorated hair touched the clouds. “Do you wish me to take you home, and leave you there the next time we gather food? Or do you wish to start a war with the tiny creatures and then explain to the clan why we are all dying? Or… will you listen to your mamma and stop acting like an angry Nisse?”
Engrood stared at her son with the terrifying look only a mother can truly give.  He bowed his head and moved his foot to an open field. “Yes, mamma.  Sorry mamma.”
“Mamma? How can something so small hurt us? I don’t understand. If we were at war with these things, couldn’t we just crush them all and be done?”
“No, Throlen. They seem small, but they are like the snowflakes – small and seemingly unimportant – until they keep coming. They grow in numbers, they are relentless, and their tiny heads are full of terrible thoughts. Trust me, Throlen.” A thick, gelatinous tear rolled down Engrood’s cheek.
“Your father thought them weak and unimportant, too. He walked as he wanted, where he wanted – and this is why he walks no more.  This is why he is nothing more than a pile of rocks and a story of warning to our clan.”
Throlen reached up for his mamma’s trembling hand. She took it, and gently smiled down at her son. “Be wise, my son, for mighty is the gentle step. Come now, the sun is nearly up. It’s time to go home and sleep.”
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 Joslyn Corvis @JoslynCorvis @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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The Vengeance of She
by Joslyn Corvis

Love came as easily to her as murder. Running solely on sensuality and emotion, She had no discernment between right and wrong. Light touches of silk sheets. The first sip of morning coffee. Sex with love. The pain of betrayal. As a demon inhabiting the fleshly form, it was all the same to her.
She had found her Him. Six months in, one of her simplest joys were late Saturday nights of heated passion leading to leisurely Sundays in bed. It was the only time they had together. Work, he explained. The building anticipation during the week made the wait worthwhile and She dreamt of the day they would spend every night together.
It was a typical Sunday. Nibbles of sweet-talk. Fingers entwined. His phone interrupted, he grabbed it, kissed her forehead, and excused himself. She stretched and basked in bliss when She heard the low bass of his voice reverberating from the bathroom down the hall. With the agility of a cat and her pupils dilating into slits of curiosity, She coquettishly made her way down the hall. Although a demon, She was every bit a lady.
Emotion and fury took over as her ear picked up her Him arguing with someone. “Honey, calm down…We’ll talk when I get home…I’m still at the hotel, I’ll see if my boss can send me home early…”
Her body was wracked with a silent cry as She braced herself against the bathroom door. The underlying hues in her brown eyes turned red and her face morphed into something horrific, She’s true form. Squinting through tears, her eyes fixated on the only exit to the apartment, sparking an instant fire. She left her flesh behind, saving herself from the burn. The body She knew was left confused as it slowly died. And She watched her Him suffer until his life was snuffed out completely.
Love. Heartache. Death. To She, it was all the same.
Fiction © Copyright Joslyn Corvis
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from author Joslyn Corvis:

Little Suzy

Suzy silently suffers abuse and neglect with her co-dependent Mommy, but Suzy’s smile never fades through it all. When she realizes that she has no future if she continues to accept life as she knows it, she decides to take a drastic step to escape her life of torment as the lines between strange fantasy and twisted reality blurs.

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

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The Vengeant Growth
by Elizabeth H. Smith

Sleep disturbed by restless growth
She rises from below.
Giving rule to concrete fields,
Planting seed in tainted ground;
Great power in ancient hands
Released with vengeant fury.
Gnawing vermin washed away
In a sea of newfound green.
Life brings death;
Death brings life.
The titan tree takes a stand,
Tall above machines.
Those that can’t adapt,
Retreat.
Those who thrive,
Shall have embraced
The will of Her return.
Those who die
Rot
In artificial caves.
Unremembered,
Time will make them dust.
They’ll be born anew,
Aware of light,
And follow without question.
Servants forever
Under Her direction.
Fiction © Copyright Elizabeth H. Smith
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com 

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Through Clouded Eyes: A Zombie’s Point of View

Through Clouded Eyes: A Zombie’s Point of View: a collection of twelve stories told from the Zombie’s perspective.

They’re shambling toward you, feet dragging on the broken roadway. Arms outstretched, faces slack, they move as if they’re tracking your scent on the wind. You want to run, but you know there’s nowhere to hide.

Aware of their insatiable hunger, fear paralyzes you. These things were once human, people someone loved. Is there anything left inside them – some sliver of humanity that may save you from this nightmare? Your mind doesn’t want to accept the inevitable, a single thought consumes you: what are they thinking?

With your chance of escape dwindling, you snap out of it and run like hell knowing there is little to no hope; fate is coming for you. Soon you will see what they see Through Clouded Eyes…

Featuring stories from Maynard Blackoak, Calvin Demmer, Paul M. Feeney, Stacy Fileccia, Trevor Firetog, DH Hanni, Shannon Lawrence, Josh MacLeod, Zachary O’Shea, Neal Privett, Mark Steinwachs, and Alex Woolf

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