Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Leigh M. Lane @LeighMLane @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction #WiHM9

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Lost in Shadows
by Leigh M. Lane

She remembered a time before she lived with the spiders. Before the shadows shifted wherever she moved and the smell of decay lingered everywhere in her wake. It was all as clear as anything else, although it had grown less significant over time. A lie had put her here, but that hadn’t mattered. Even falsehood could become real enough to damn a soul if enough people believed it to be true. He’d painted the demon, and that was what she ultimately became.
A dark shadow had passed over her when she’d drowned in the tub. He’d made it look like a suicide—an intentional overdose of muscle relaxers and tranquilizers. She’d gone from unable to keep her eyes open to watching her body from overhead while medics attempted to revive the gray, bloated thing. And then the ancient shadows threaded across her young soul, bound her to their shroud.
One place after the next, the shadows found their next mark. They compelled her to share her grief, and then a razor would find an artery or another bullet would find a brain. Then the darkness would thread into those souls, the shroud just a little larger, and the shadows would shift again.
Fiction © Copyright Leigh M. Lane
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Finding Poe: Special Edition

Finding Poe is a riddle to be solved, and this edition caters to those who feel up to the task. If you’re a Poe fan, you’ll already know he was the father of the deductive detective story. Many scholars will argue that Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes series was inspired by Poe’s Detective Dupin stories.

This book asks the reader to assume the hat of the deductive detective. Throughout the text, there are numerous clues to direct the reader toward an alternate speculation about Poe’s untimely death. Before you set out to solve the riddle, however, you must first find the question….

About the story: When reality and fiction collide, there’s no telling what horrors might ensue.

In the wake of her husband’s haunted death, Karina must sift through the cryptic clues left behind in order to solve the mystery behind his suicide–all of which point back to the elusive author, Edgar Allan Poe.

Karina soon finds that reality, dream, and nightmare have become fused into one as she journeys from a haunted lighthouse in New England to Baltimore, where the only man who might know the answers to her many questions resides.

But will she find her answers before insanity rips her grip on reality for good? Might a man she’s never met hold the only key to a truth more shocking than even she could have imagined?

Finding Poe was a 2013 EPIC Awards finalist in Horror.

“Atmospheric, lush, and lyrical, Leigh M. Lane’s Finding Poe is a haunting Gothic novel which will delight anyone familiar with the works of Edgar Allan Poe, as well as anyone who enjoys an evocative and classic tale of terror.” –horror/mystery author Dana Fredsti.

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The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Marge Simon @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction #WiHM9

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Permuted
by Marge Simon

She once was
Winter’s bride to be,
but she gave her heart
to Autumn.
She knows
Winter’s wrath,
his bitter-cold breath,
knows she is bound.
For when he came for her,
he was not pleased,
so with one icy blast,
he tore a hole in her throat
& then blew out her eye.
She longs for
sweet September mornings
sleeping lazy, sleeping late,
the smell of Autumn’s skin,
his sweet touch just before
he entered her
with the bounty of
all his knowing.
Fiction © Copyright Marge Simon
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Satan’s Sweethearts
by Marge Simon and‎ Mary Turzillo

Satan’s Sweethearts – a collection of poems by Marge Simon and Mary Turzillo featuring the most monstrous, evil women throughout history!

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Lydia Prime @ehhrinprime @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction #WiHM9

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Traurig Erinnerung
by Lydia Prime

I can still feel the flames burning through my bones. Decades, centuries have passed, but still, I remain bitter. Balthasar was wrong though, about me at least, the ones who came after, I cannot say. I’ve been lingering on this plain for a reason, reliving the flames, the smoke, just so I could watch the world for the right time.
I’ve been waiting here, at the monastery in Fulda. She’s got to come, the right one, I’ll know her, I’ll feel it! I haven’t felt anything besides a constant roasting of phantom flesh, but he says there will be a magnetism when she’s finally here…
In the autumn of 1602 I was accused and burned for witchcraft I had never performed. I vowed revenge – not for myself, but for the life inside me. I’d have been spared, but my confession also demanded that my child’s father was named as der Teufel himself. Convenient, no?
Lucky me, once there was nothing left but scorch marks and ash, I met the creature beyond the myth. Oh yes, his brilliance, beauty, and fearsome intoxication drew me. I struck a deal. I would wait on the mortal plain to possess a woman and give birth to his child if he assisted me in terrorizing Balthasar von Dernbach to his grave.
Finally, in 1605, the prince and self proclaimed witch hunter of Fulda was dead. At my hand. I still smile when I recall his face: the crystalized perplexity, the fear, the shame; a cocktail I could sip for eternity. When he finally looked upon me, his first victim, he saw the havoc he brought upon himself.
“Merga?” His voice trembled. Satisfied with my work, I would make good on my deal, but as it had taken so much time, this would be even sweeter. I called upon the King of Hell himself, and he came of course, ready to collect.
“It is time, the others, they deserve their due.” I said. He smiled, knowing exactly what I meant. Balthasar was given to the other two-hundred-and-fifty witches he’d tortured and burned. Tears fell from his eyes, as mine had, but for only himself. “Wo ist dein Gott jetzt?” I asked him, the smirk never leaving my lips.
Fiction © Copyright Lydia Prime
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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.’

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Melissa R. Mendelson @melissmendelson @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction #WiHM9

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The Skull Queen
by Melissa R. Mendelson

I came into this world by accident,
slipping between realms,
captivating you with my stark nakedness,
my breathtaking beauty,
as my lips part,
drawing in breath
do you fall.
I step over your dead,
your bones like I did back home.
Your bullets are as soft as my skin.
Your fire is my ice.
Your green forests fall brown
with every step of my bare feet.
I don’t care, if you bow.
I don’t care, if you beg.
Heaven is the lie that I will break.
Hell are the hounds to be unleashed.
All you cling to dearly
is all that I will take.
This is my world now.
 Fiction © Copyright Melissa R. Mendelson
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Please visit Melissa’s blog to read her latest horror fiction piece, The Monsters of Men

It was raining hard on a Tuesday night.  The courtroom was packed and livid.  Tensions denied the knife, and security was tight.  The man of the hour was dressed in orange and chains, and each chain rang with the death of his victims.  No regret shined in his eyes.  Only his lawyer paled like a ghost, knowing what the verdict would be, and those in attendance hoped for the worst.  I sat in the corner, hoping to be ignored, but when he looked at me, they knew that I was there.  They knew that I was there for him, and right now, he was safe in their custody.  But I wasn’t.  I had to go outside alone on this rainy night, hounded by a bloodthirsty mob.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Selah Janel @SelahJanel @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction #WiHM9

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Wonderful Listener
by Selah Janel

She’d done the right thing. There was no reason for her to be stuck here, waiting for the principal, her teacher, her parents. She’d done what she’d been told.
She’d listened. Followed instructions. Wasn’t that why she’d just been praised on her report card? Excellent at following instructions. Wonderful listener.
Maybe that was why she was here. Maybe she was going to get a prize for being the only one left in class.
 She wanted to get good grades, make her parents proud, grow up to do grand things.
 There was no reason for her to be here, waiting. Frustration built, confusion made her feel tangled. She tried not to cry. She’d done what she was told! She was so good at listening, especially to her parents and what they instructed.
Remember, don’t ignore your teacher.
 “I didn’t,” she whispered, though no one noticed.  And she hadn’t. “I didn’t do anything wrong!”
She tried not to cry. She was too old to cry. Still, she was alone and small and the bench was hard and the hall was cold and she’d worn her favorite dress but it still didn’t matter. “I didn’t do anything wrong,” she whispered, voice trembling.
The door opened a crack and she caught the very end of hushed whispers – she was good at hearing those, even when they were subtle. “…horrific. Blood all over the walls, skin ripped down to the bones. Amazing she’s still here. No one knows how it happened!”
They were talking about what had happened in the classroom.
“Can’t we just talk to her first? She can be in her own world but maybe…I mean she was the only survivor.”
“She isn’t talking to us, unfortunately.”
“Try with us here. She listens to us.”
She hopped to her feet when Mr. Dillon came out, the pale faces of her parents right behind him. He managed a tight smile as he got to his knees – adults always had a hard time getting up and down. “Do you know why you’re here, Sarah?”
She fought the twisting in her stomach. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
His face softened. “No, of course not. But the police are on their way and they’re going to ask questions. We need to know what happened so we can help you. We don’t want you to be afraid.”
“I’m not. I did what I was supposed to.” She stared down at her shoes when her eyes burned again.
The principal frowned and behind him, her parents were just as confused. “What were you supposed to do, sweetie?” her mother asked. “You can tell us.”
Sarah raised her head, and under her dark bangs, her eyes were black and a strange, sharp smile slowly spread across her face. “What I told her to do,” an inhuman voice hissed, and before the adults could scream, she was on them.
She was, after all, very good at listening.
Fiction © Copyright Selah Janel
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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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The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Naching T. Kassa @NachingKassa @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction #WiHM9

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Mason
by Naching T. Kassa

“I have something to tell you, Cindy,” I said.
The abandoned wood lay silent around us as we walked. Chill air had robbed it of bird and insect song. The only melody which accompanied us was the swish of dry leaves.
“What is it?”
“We have to go home. We can’t see Mason.”
Cindy’s face fell. She quickened her pace, hugging her arms as she walked. I rushed to catch up.
“Cindy, listen—.”
“Not this time. I’ll see him and that’s that.”
“You can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because he’ll kill you. My brother will kill you.”
Cindy halted. A few flakes of snow drifted down from the darkening sky and caught in her hair.
She squinted at me and the color rose into her cheeks. I steadied myself for the storm of fury she seemed ready to unleash but it never came. Instead, a sad smile curved her lips.
“You needn’t worry. I won’t do anything foolish.”
A cold, leaden weight pressed against my stomach. I shook my head.
“I wasn’t suggesting you’d commit—“
“I love him, Leah. And, I want to see him.”
The wind picked up then. It whipped at my hair and Cindy’s skin. She lifted the collar of her white sweater and covered the lower half of her face.
The vision I’d experienced for the past three days assailed me again. Half of Cindy’s countenance transformed into bleached bone as her pink flesh fell away. Her left eye became a black void and blood blossomed across the sweater. A hole as dark as her empty eye socket appeared at the center of the crimson.
“Let her come,” Mason said, his words swelling within my mind. “She wants to come. Wants to be my love.”
The vision faded the moment Cindy touched me. I blinked as she took my hand.
“Please,” she said. Tears shone in her eyes.
“He’ll kill you,” I whispered. “I saw the wounds. He shot you twice.”
Cindy released me and took a step back. Her eyes widened.
“Leah, are you alright? You’re scaring me.”
I shook my head. My eyes blurred.
“My God. You’re still in denial.”
She grasped me by the arm and dragged me forward.
“Your mom said you didn’t go. She said you wouldn’t admit it. Is this why you won’t allow me to see him? Why you kept me away?”
I didn’t answer. A presence squirmed within my mind. The intruder didn’t belong.
Cindy led me up the hill and through the wrought iron gate. She walked me down the gravel path and didn’t stop until we reached the headstone.
Mason Smythe
Beloved Son and Brother
June 8, 1998—January 21, 2017
“He’s gone, Leah,” Cindy said. “Don’t you remember? He died.”
I fell to my knees beside the grave and Cindy laid a hand on my shoulder. She spoke but I could barely make out the words.
“I know you blame me for his death, Leah. And, God knows, I blame myself. I should’ve driven him home that night. I shouldn’t…”
Her words grew fainter as white noise filled my ears.
The cold and heavy weight near my stomach had become unbearable. I reached down and my fingers encountered a strange, metallic object. I pulled it from the waistband of my jeans and white noise enveloped me once more.
A single word pulled me back to reality.
“Mason!”
Cindy lay on the ground and I stood above her, hands stretched out before me. They were too large and masculine to be mine, but I could feel the pistol they held.
“Mason, no!”
My brother’s voice filled the air as his voice left my lips.
“Be my love.”
“Leah, help me!”
The pistol bucked. Two shots filled the air. They reverberated throughout the cemetery.
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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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Ela Lourenco @ElaLourenco @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction #WiHM9

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The In-between
by Ela Lourenco

The all too familiar jolt snaps me out of the nothingness. A slow tingle morphing into acute electrocution as my mind reattaches itself to my body.
The words I have seen countless times before throughout the ages glisten in glyphs on the weathered stone walls of this underground chamber. The only light, the magic strands knitting my body back together.
How long has it been this time I wonder. Decades? Centuries since I was last summoned? Beheaded by the people, I stood firm to the last – even the guillotine did not deter me from donning all my finery.
I cursed them then and in doing so cursed myself to an eternity stuck in the in-between. The place that is nowhere and nothing. A realm where my mind lingers until a dark one is born who seeks to call me forth, call me to do his bidding once more…
Fiction © Copyright Ela Lourenco
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Essence

Katra is a Fae Hunter in a world once ravaged by a terrible war. Having lost all memory of her childhood and rightful identity, her duty is now to protect the tentative peace brokered by the varying races of the supernatural world. When an evil darkness begins to spread, draining young witches of their power, Katra must find a way back to her true past in order to save the future.

Enduring many trials as ever-increasing powers awaken within her, Katra must also struggle with the mixed emotions her new partner, Blade – a Black Dragon – is rousing within her. Together they must battle the shadows that plan to devour the world they know and prevent its decent into another thousand-year war.

Can Katra hold onto her strength as the truth of her very being begins to unravel? Can she bear the weight that ancient prophecy has placed on her young shoulders? Or is her destiny to regain her true self, only to lose the world she is sworn to protect?

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