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

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Behind Black Eyes
by Bailey Hunter

Davis scuttled down the seasons-worn sidewalk, glancing behind every few steps.  He hadn’t seen it yet, but he could feel the black eyes burrowing through stringy dark hair into his skull. He quickened the pace, his backpack slapping clumsily against his spine, hard corners of hastily stuffed school texts bruising tender flesh. If he could just make it home without seeing it….
A flock of starlings lit from a tree to his left, rolling down then back up in a black swarm of wings forcing his muscles to lock him in place.  They surrounded him with shrill electronic squeaks and drawn out whistles before rolling off towards another tree in the distance. His heart thumped hard against his chest.
He hated birds.  He hated their orbed eyes and boney leather feet.  He hated their scent and their sounds.  Davis closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and willed his legs to start moving again.  He had to get home, away from those unseen eyes.
As he neared his house, a split-second of relief vanished at the sight perched upon the stair railing.
It was waiting for him.
The grip on his heart tightened with each step. Breathing came in sharp gasps, but he couldn’t stop.  If he stopped now, he’d never get past it.
With heavy, reluctant legs he ascended the steps while it cast its cruel glare down upon him.  Davis didn’t want to look it in the eye, he didn’t want to see.  Closing in on the last step it let out a throaty ‘kronk kronk kronk’ nearly knocking Davis back down the stairs.  His head turned without permission, locking eyes with the jet feathered bird.
The raven’s gaze burned, and within it he saw those visions again. Such violence and pain. Black smoke, red fires. An endless sea of tortured limbs and twisted faces screaming in silent voices from inside those beady orbs.
He couldn’t stand anymore and swung out with the heavy pack.  Fear turned to cold anger as the raven flew away.
The end may be nigh, but first he had chores to do.
Fiction © Copyright Bailey Hunter
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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Bailey is a publisher with Dark Recesses Press.

Smarter Than the Average Werewolf
by Mark Orr

Harvey Drago, the Intangible Private Eye, is hired to track down a serial killer known as the West End Werewolf. Little does Harvey know he will be hunting an actual lycanthrope, but surely his ability to pass through solid objects will protect him. Or will it?

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

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The Foretelling
by Lydia Prime

There was a story passed down through the ages foretelling of some ‘thing’ lurking deep in the forest. Supposedly upon greeting it, one may go entirely mad. I had never met someone who had actually tried to challenge the story, until now.
One night while sitting alone in my office, about to close for the evening, a peculiar man with a handle bar mustache walked through the door. In a small town like this, I know everyone, but this man… well, he seemed not only unfamiliar but a bit off his rocker. He stood in the shadows and several seconds passed before he spoke.
“Are you Dr. Maslek?” he queried with a rasp in his voice.
“Yes, how may I help you?” I asked, while gesturing for him to take a seat. He obliged and slowly walked to the suede chair opposite me. He brushed his lap and a cloud of dust puffed off him. His head hung low, though he sat straight up. I could hardly see his face and something was beginning to feel… dangerous.
“Doctor,” he mumbled between nibbling on his nails, “I went into the woods, I know that it’s forbidden, but I had to know.” He gripped his thighs; every muscle in his body was tensing. ‘This poor soul,’ I thought.
“Well, go on, Mister… I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.”
“Arnold.”
“Well go on, Arnold, please feel free to proceed. There will be no judgment here.” I stated. Arnold swallowed hard, then looked up at me – fully engulfed in light. His face was coated with what I gathered to be dust of some sort, and held an expression of fear and pain intertwined. His pale eyes seemed to be searching for something, but what? I did not know.
“I met it, tonight, Doc. Tied and looking helpless. She plays tricks, you must understand,” he pleaded.
I nodded, although I did not quite gather what he was getting at. I stared at his eyes, they initially seemed a pale blue but were now much more gray and stony.
She changed me, Doc.” He mumbled and looked down at his hands.
There before me, Arnold turned to stone. I stared in disbelief and questioned my own sanity. I stood and walked toward him, I tapped his arm and the entirety of him collapsed. On the floor of my office, squirming over my feet, lay a centipede, in all the dust. It ran under the crack of my door, I looked out the window and saw nothing but darkness. ‘Is this real?’ I thought. ‘Perhaps, I should also find out for myself…’ I grabbed my coat and headed out the door towards the forest.
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.’

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Jaime Johnesee @JaimeJohnesee @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Heart of Stone
by Jaime Johnesee

I was built by you in 1134 AD. Every stone in my exterior is well-worn, weathered, and beaten. The winds and rains may have rounded my corners so that I looked soft, but—centuries later—I  am still standing strong and doing my job; protecting His worshippers and giving them a place to praise Him. My job hasn’t always been as easy as it is now.
I watched humankind craft The Magna Carta, heard tell of William Wallace and mourned the whispered news of his death. I saw Lutheran writings start to take hold within the community and watched as King Henry VIII severed ties with the Catholic Church.
I saw James I of England take the throne. Even saw the Catholic Relief Act pass and women won the right to enroll in Cambridge. Huzzah! I have stood through two world wars and many, many more battles and skirmishes of all kinds. My stones are chipped and scarred, but they’re nothing compared to the pain in my heart from watching you.
And I have watched you. I watched as you did everything you could to label yourselves and each other. Watched as an Us vs Them mentality began to take hold over the decades and it led to further separation of peoples, even as the world united online. Through it all, still you persist in your attempt to box everything into its labeled container.
It’s maddening. Skin tone, gender, religion and other personal beliefs, all reasons you humans give to blindly hate each other. Having something to hate makes everything easier, doesn’t it?
Never did for me; but, I’m made of stone. So, what do I know?
I look forward to the day you realize it’s only ever been about loving and caring for your fellow earthlings in whatever ways you can. I hope to still be standing when you realize you can all come together as one species, homo sapiens.
I hope you all learn to come together and accept each other both despite and for your differences. Don’t mind me, I’ll just be sitting here watching and waiting.
Fiction © Copyright Jaime Johnesee
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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Revelations Series Boxed Set Books 1-3

Book 1: Cast In Blood: An unknown force threatens Heaven and Hell, along with every soul on Earth. Three unlikely heroes join together to restore universal balance. Will their shared adversary initiate an Apocalypse before they’re able to uncover the truth, or will they rise to a calling that has, from the beginning of time, been Cast in Blood?

Book 2: Cast In Fire: Chaos has taken over, wreaking havoc not only across the globe but also throughout Heaven and Hell. The next apocalyptic seals have been breached, and the leaders of the ethereal realms are paying the price. With tensions high and defenses at an all-time low, Polly, Lenny, and Drew continue to hunt down the evil behind it all. Millennia-old secrets rise to the surface, testing friendships and pushing loyalties to their breaking points. With the clock ticking and uncertainty in the air, will enough time remain to unravel a curse that the darkest of forces have Cast in Fire?

Book 3: Cast In Shadow: The final seals of the apocalypse are within the enemy’s grasp. Our trio—the demon, the shapeshifter, and the succubus—continue to battle the djinn hell-bent on world domination. With God and Lucifer missing, Heaven and Hell are more vulnerable than ever, while Earth has been reduced to a battleground of famine and despair. Will Lenny, Drew and Polly be able to unmask the Master and stop their evil plan? Or will the djinn succeed and our heroes find that their world has been forever Cast in Shadow?

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

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Not For Sale
by Melissa R. Mendelson

The bet was simple.  Spend one night on top of Rover Hill by the monstrous tree.  If nothing happens, the land was mine.  What could happen, I asked, but nobody would answer that.  Some said a shadow of a swing would appear by the tree when no swing was there.  Some said that children had disappeared by this monstrous tree.  An old man said that a very long time ago, human sacrifices were committed by this tree.  It was bullshit, and I didn’t mind spending a night outdoors.  By tomorrow, this land would belong to me.
It was after six a.m.  I heard a child laugh.  My eyes opened, and I sat up.  Again, I heard a child laugh.  I looked around, noticing strange shadows moving across the ground.  One looked like a child had drawn in the dirt beside the tree.  Then, something moved past me.  It looked like a swing.
Suddenly, branches wrapped around my ankles and yanked me forward.  I slammed down onto the ground, but then I quickly sat up, wrestling with the branches wrapped tightly against my skin.  As I did, the shadows started to move, changing into children.  I turned around just as they pointed their arms at me, and they pinned me to the tree.
The tree beneath me grew warm.  It began to vibrate, and my eyes started to roll up into my head as my body shook.  I gasped a shrieking breath, realizing that I was sliding into the tree.  I leaned forward, struggling to push my body out, but some kind of force pushed me further in.  The wood crawled and scratched across my face, and my eyes darted from side to side.  As I struggled to release one last breath, the shadowed kids took turns on their swing.
 Fiction © Copyright Melissa R. Mendelson
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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Please visit the Novel Wiring Festival blog for a reading of Melissa’s winning short story, Marionette.

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Suzie Lockhart @SuzieNBruce2 @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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The Feast of the Ravens
by Suzie Lockhart

He’ll be sorry…
I feel the darkness rising within me.
The sky reacts to my rage; angry storm clouds of crimson and ochre swirl overhead.
Animals scurry away as they sense my fury brewing.
Except for the ravens.
The ebony fowl multiply, readying for the kill.
Awaiting my command.
And as soon as he steps out, frozen in awe at the sight before him, I raise my hands high above my head.
The sleeves of my black dress pool around my shoulders, then fling forward as I give the command.
The ravens dive and encircle my one and only love.
The devour his flesh; they pick at his entrails.
Savoring the sight, I listen to the sound of frenzied feasting.
I am not sorry.
Nevermore.
Fiction © Copyright Suzie Lockhart
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com 

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Killing It Softly

Suzie Lockhart and Digital Horror Fiction are thrilled to present 32 chilling tales of terror from some of the best authors in horror. Killing It Softly includes stories from New York Times best selling authors Nancy Holder and Elaine Cunningham, together with more shocking short nightmares from the finest award winning female writers in the genre. Your heart won’t stop pounding as you dig into the pages of this book; from the moment you immerse yourself in the first tale, about a women waking to find herself inside a coffin, buried alive, until the last, a coming of age story about a sixteen-year-old’s journey of self-discovery amidst all hell breaking loose. You’ll find your proof that women can, indeed, do a wicked dance between science fiction and horror as they penetrate your darkest thoughts, to bring forth stories promising to leave you with a lingering anxiety you can’t seem to shake. Any romantic notions of vampires will be crushed, and dark and twisted plots will confirm definitively that females can even write about zombies. We dare you to read stories that will leave you deeply disturbed, and some that will slice into your very soul. It wouldn’t be horror if there wasn’t an ode to Edgar Allen Poe…we have two masterfully written tales. There are stories off the odd and unusual, stories that take a perilous dive into worlds of disturbing shadows, and there’s even an exorcism—in a tale that daringly addresses the heartbreaking disease that is alcoholism. Enter at your own risk…

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Lori Safranek @SafranekLori @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Legend of the Stone Angel
by Lori Safranek

Summer evenings are so long, Pa always lets us stay out late.  My brother Jerry and I just run around the woods, go fishing, make up stories about ghosts and try to scare each other.
After supper that night we lit out for the woods. We had big plans. We were going to walk all the way through the woods to the town cemetery. Jerry’s friend Felix had told him a story about the Stone Angel, our town’s own haunted headstone.
According to Felix, some family had ordered the Stone Angel to be placed in the cemetery after the death of a young woman who died in a terrible house fire. Felix said that, if you look into the eyes of the Angel, the woman’s ghost will come out of the statue and chase you away.
My brother had bet Felix his brand new baseball that he could look into the angel’s eyes and not get chased away. Of course, I had to go along as witness.
 “There she is,” he said when we had walked halfway through the cemetery. “Right there.”
I looked where he pointed. The Angel Stone was larger than a man, and beautiful. Full, feathered wings that looked like they could flutter away any second and a gown wrapped with rope just like the angels painted in our illustrated children’s Bible.
“I don’t like this, Jerry.” I said. “It don’t seem right.”
Jerry laughed and walked closer to the statue. He had to bend his neck backward to look into the Stone Angel’s eyes.
“Look, Sally, I’m looking right into the Angel’s eyes,” he said. “I don’t see any ghost coming out to chase me away.”
He laughed, but I still felt scared. I started to call him away, tell him we shouldn’t mock the dead when I heard a huge cracking sound.
 “Jerry! Move!” I shouted.
In a heartbeat, the Stone Angel toppled completely onto my brother, with a crash that shook the ground. He screamed as the huge weight fell on him. I ran to him and fell on my knees at his side. Crying, I saw blood leaking out the corner of his mouth. I shook him, even though I knew he was gone. I wept until I realized I needed to get my Pa there.
I jumped to my feet and ran home. I told Pa what happened and he jumped in our old car and drove hell bent for leather out of our driveway. Ma sobbed for a while, then she remembered me and what I had seen. She fussed over me then tucked me in bed and said to get some rest.
How can I sleep? I’ve lost my brother and life won’t ever be the same. All because he wanted to prove he could look in an angel’s eyes.
Fiction © Copyright Lori Safranek
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com 

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lorisafranek_freakedoutFreaked Out: The Complete Freak Show Series

Freak Show is a collection of short stories based on the adventures of performers from Steiners Freak Show, a traveling circus side show. Steiner carefully selects his freaks so that they are genuinely blessed with real talents, none of his performers are fakes! From the lovely young Snake Charmer to the Tattooed Man whose tattoos fade away and relocate themselves on his body, every single one is the real thing! And Steiner’s family of freaks run into some frightening adventures that bring them near death! This isn’t some barker’s come on, folks, this is the real thing. Come to the freak show and see what happens after the sideshow closes!

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

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Betrayed
by Ela Lourenco

I spy on the passers-by as they scurry past, some pause briefly to take pictures before hurrying along, spooked by some frisson of fear they cannot explain. Others enter the courtyard to marvel naively at the history around them. “Centuries old! Can you believe the things these stone walls must have seen?” they whisper with childlike awe.
Centuries? If I could still smile I would. I have been around much longer than they can fathom, much longer even than this insignificant rock they call Earth. First born daughter of Lilith herself, I have witnessed millennia, the very formation of the solar system which so intrigues them. I have fought in thousands of wars waged by Gods so ancient none even remember their names… none but I that is.
I, named ‘Dark Angel’ by my beloved mother before she was stabbed through her heart with the dagger of origin. I, who spent eons seeking out my revenge before I was ambushed and trapped in this statue by that same traitorous she-devil who ended my mother’s reign. Frozen in stone to forever watch the days bleed into the nights, choking on my rage. I yearn for the day where the magick binding me will weaken, and then I will finally find her and tear the treacherous heart right out of her, evil incarnate herself – my little sister…
Fiction © Copyright Ela Lourenco
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com 

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Child of Fire: (Dragon Born Book Two)

The darkness is rising; the shadows on Azmantium grow stronger with each passing day. Only one can hold back the tides of destruction – only the Chosen One can walk the path of light – the Child of Fire…

The ever brave Lara, still reeling from the revelation surrounding her origins, will be plunged head first into the plotting schemes of several secret factions as each side battles to win the sacred Karnac – the ancient and perilous tournament to decide the future King. Lara must overcome her fear and embrace her true self if she is to learn how to control the power boiling under her skin, and evolve into what she was fated to be.

Treachery and deceit loom over her every step, her path embedded with traps and danger, will the support of friends, old and new, give Lara the strength she needs to stay on the path destiny has chosen for her?

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