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

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What the Hell is That Thing?
by E.A. Black

When he first saw it, he couldn’t tell what it was. It looked like a Jack O’ Lantern that  had been left out in the sun too long. Smelled that way too. It had that slimy green stink of rotting vegetation common in the fall. It wasn’t the scariest demonic face he’d ever seen. It certainly wasn’t as scary as the demon face in the movie The Exorcist. This one looked like a cross between the movie Grinch and a pig’s face. Kinda sad and pathetic.
He laughed at it and it furrowed its eyebrows. The face approached him, glaring at him through the windowpane. He only grinned, secure in his assumption it could not hurt him. It was only a Halloween decoration. Those things were pretty elaborate these days.
After all, demons weren’t real.
Then it slid through the window, inches from his face. He pushed his hands against it to ward it off. It felt warm to the touch and slippery, like the pulpy innards of a spent pumpkin. He tried to wipe the detritus onto his shirt but it only stuck to his fingers.
Then, his hands heated. His skin felt as if it were on fire. Scorching shards of pain shot through every joint in his body. As he collapsed, he looked at the thing hovering over him with its lopsided rictus of a leer.
He should not have mocked it.
Fiction © Copyright E. A. Black
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from E.A. Black:

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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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Selah Janel @SelahJanel @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Entry
by Selah Janel

When she was a child, Katherine had seen faces at her windows. They came only at night, right before she fell into slumber. They were monstrous things, things that mouthed words without sound, things that waited for her on the other side of the glass.
Her parents had always brushed it off as her imagination, or night terrors, something with an explanation.
She hadn’t thought about it in years, had stopped seeing them ages ago once she’d hit puberty, save maybe during a serious bout of flu or something. Fever dreams. The dreams of the afflicted. That’s what she’d decided they were.
The storm had come up suddenly and early – she wasn’t used to snow in October, not even as north as she was. She still had gas, and as fast as it was piling up, she just couldn’t remember if it was better to leave the car or stay.
The evening light faded, the song on the radio didn’t quite reach her ears – not as much as the cold reached her bones, anyway. She shuddered at the creeping shadows, turned off the ignition – she could always turn it on when she got too cold. Wasn’t that how it worked?
Why hadn’t she paid more attention?
She wasn’t afraid, though, not really. She always had a feel for when she’d get through a situation. A gut feeling, a knowing. It was there now, small, but reassuring. She’d get out of this.
It wasn’t until she drifted and woke up, suddenly, for no reason, that she began to feel afraid.
The faces were there.
Outside her windows – not just the windshield, but the driver’s side, passenger. She craned to see the backseat, and despite the darkness and the piling snow she could see the press of noses, the glow of inhuman eyes.
“I’m inside. They can’t get in.” Her whisper sounded strange, too loud for the quiet. She fumbled with the ignition, but the engine wouldn’t start. “Stupid.” Her feelings were soft and muffled. There was fear, there was anger at herself – but they were buried under something, just like the snow was burying her.
The thing drifted down in front of her driver’s side window. Its eyes were points of light, its face a skull poking from something fluffy – not quite feathers, not quite a snowflake. It was a star waiting to guide her to something terrible, just like it had tried so many times before. It was calm despite its cool malevolence. Curious. Patient, because they had her now.  Somewhere she knew she was panicking, somewhere she could feel that her knowing had slipped away into a different type of knowing.
It wasn’t that Katherine would be safe no matter what…it was that it was her time, so there wasn’t anything she could do about it anyway.
The thing opened its mouth and laughed with recognition, though she couldn’t hear it. It knew her. She knew it. It had waited a long, long time to be seen again, for whatever reason.
Katherine shivered in her coat.
The thing grinned. The others heaved with soundless chuckles, bobbing around her car.
“They can’t get in. They can’t get in. I’m safe I’m safe I’m safe,” she whispered, the same chant she’d invented long ago as a child when they’d first come.  She was inside. They were out. There was glass. She was going to be okay.
Outside, for the first time, the feather-skull in front of her stretched and extended. A body trickled down, and arms, presumably legs.
With one touch the door unlocked.
She knew what would come next, yet she couldn’t quite be terrified. At least she was with old acquaintances.
The doors opened all at once and the faces came in.
Fiction © Copyright Selah Janel
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from Author Selah Janel:

Mooner

Like many young men at the end of the 1800s, Bill signed on to work in a logging camp. The work is brutal, but it promised a fast paycheck with which he can start his life. Unfortunately, his role model is Big John. Not only is he the camp’s hero, but he’s known for spending his pay as fast as he makes it. On a cold Saturday night they enter Red’s Saloon to forget the work that takes the sweat and lives of so many men their age. Red may have plans for their whiskey money, but something else lurks in the shadows. It watches and badly wants a drink that has nothing to do with alcohol. Can Bill make it back out the shabby door, or does someone else have their own plans for his future?

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

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The Void
by Asena Lourenco

Up in the sky above clouds of grey

The moon and the stars no longer play

The sun has retired from all times of day

This beautiful Earth will never be the same.

Close the gates, let no one in

None shall see the darkness risen

Sounds are silence and life is gone

Nothing remains, nothing and no one.

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

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Childish Mistakes
by Melissa R. Mendelson

There once was a little boy that played in the sand
when suddenly a copper coin fell into his hand.
As its weight filled his small grasp,
there was a wish that he may ask,
and he thought of all the death that rocked this place,
a haunting image of his mother’s face.
He wished that evil never existed,
erasing all history once visited,
and the world fell to silence
for it never knew its violence.
And the land fell away,
only leaving the ocean to stay.
The little boy was now left all alone
with nowhere but a lighthouse to call his home.

Fiction © Copyright Melissa R. Mendelson
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from Melissa R. Mendelson:
Lizardian
(Audio Horror/Sci-Fi Story) 

A federal agent and a local sheriff have a run in with a giant, humanoid lizard.

Available Here!

 

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

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Reborn
by Lydia Prime

I know we stopped breathing, but now we’re here, standing on all fours. I looked to my friend, a white coat and paws, same as me. I watched as our breath created mist and the leaves fell around us. A new beginning. We raced through the forest to a crystal blue pond. The first time we’d been able to see ourselves, we howled to the nightair; I missed my old self.

Curling together beneath a particularly large rock we slept the night away. Distant crunching woke me, too slow and heavy to be an animal. We moved gracefully through the trees with cautioned steps as to not make a sound. The crunching grew louder as we drew near, she saw him first. I glided to her side and we watched as he dropped his bag. Her dark eyes mirrored mine, it was him. He began digging and I noticed two fresh plots not too far from where he stood, we’d been here before.

The bag twitched and he smacked it with his shovel, the twitching ceased and he uttered the most heinous of laughs. Disgusting. As he bent over to play with whomever lay still – we made our move. We pounced on him, sinking our teeth deep into his soft flesh. Blood poured while he tried to squirm and fight us off. I bit into his face and tore away a chunk of muscle. Delicious.

We ran to the water once he stopped convulsing. I looked at my reflection as my friend did hers. Our white coats now a vibrant red, dripping and mixing with the sapphire liquid beneath us. In the now maroon mirror I saw my old self smile at me. I rose my head and called into the night; I liked this self.

 

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 Rie Sheridan Rose @RieSheridanRose @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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They Set Me Here
by Rie Sheridan Rose

They set me here, upon this bridge,
to hold it from invading hordes.
One of twelve spread o’er the ridge,
I tremble here, upon these boards.
I did not want to train to fight,
I never planned to hold a gun.
The soldiers came by dead of night—
I didn’t have a chance to run.
My weapons were of words, not war…
A poet, sage, a troubadour…
‘Twas thus my fancies turned afar—
the fate I saw worth dying o’er.
But now I stand with bayonet
Attached upon my rifle’s end.
I tremble, though I hold it set,
Foresworn to stand here and defend…
And now, the battle’s rage is spent
The bridge o’errun by foreign feet
And though my heart found courage lent,
Its blood lies dark on muddied sleet.
They set me here, upon this path,
which led to nowhere I had been,
To face the brute invaders’ wrath
as they swept on toward hearth and kin.
I lie beneath the trampled brush
lost to a bold invading gun.
My spirit feels a moment’s hush…
wondering what it is they won?
Fiction © Copyright Rie Sheridan Rose
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from Author Rie Sheridan Rose:

Skellyman

“I have always preferred the supernatural in tales of horror, the knot between life and death. Rie Sheridan Rose’s Skellyman is cool and creepy. Her first horror novel is a chilling read.” — Charlee Jacob – Stoker winner, Best novel, “Dread in the Beast”

Brenda Barnett is trying to cope with raising her four-year-old daughter all alone after an accident tore her family in half. As she and Daisy go for a much-needed treat, the little girl spots a Skellyman on the corner.

This pivotal encounter leads to a wave of mounting terror as Brenda’s life begins to come undone around her. Who is the Skellyman? Why does he keep appearing? Can the sympathetic policeman Brenda turns to stop the madness before it is too late?

And why does Daisy insist that her dead brother is trying to tell them something important?

Available on Amazon!

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

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Between Light and Shadows
by Suzanne Madron

Fading consciousness
Interspersed with a screaming arrhythmic beep
A polygraph of birth
The silent child blue and staring judgement
“Breathe.”
The blue baby glared, stubborn
“Breathe. Don’t make this all for nothing.”
The sound of sucking air into virgin lungs a symphony of life
The allure of sleep on the fringes
Doctors and nurses yelling as the room darkened
And the red spilled onto the floor
It’s a boy.

Fiction © Copyright Suzanne Madron
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com 

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More from Suzanne Madron:

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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