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

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The Devil in the Deep Blue Sea
by Suzanne Madron

Hell had frozen over. The idea crept into his head as he stared over the bow of the cruise ship at the ocean of ice. The early morning light glistened over the still waves caught in upheaval, and in the distance he could see a strangely shaped iceberg.
With a shiver he re-entered the unearthly silence of the boat and wondered where everyone had gone during the night. He remembered waking in the wee hours to screams, but since he was on a party cruise to the Bahamas it seemed logical that screaming would be part of the celebrations taking place all over the ship.
He wrapped the blanket from his bed around his shoulders and frowned down at the ice caps from his cabin’s portholes. He was no cartographer, but he knew this was not the Bahamas. His frown deepened as he looked toward where he had seen the strange iceberg. It seemed closer now, larger.
Throughout the day he searched the boat for any passengers or crew, calling into empty rooms with no answer. When he reached the bowels of the ship, the silence pressed in on him, and he pulled his blanket more closely around himself. Even the engines had stopped, and he could feel the cold seeping into the ship like a living thing.
Toward dusk, he found the kitchen and made himself something to eat. He huddled over the gas burners on the stoves as he ate, the cold now seeping into him as well as the ship. As he finished his meal, a loud groaning noise from outside drew his attention and he felt the hair on his arms raise.
As he walked out onto the deck, he felt the boat shudder beneath him as another groan filled the air. Far below, he could hear a cracking noise, and dread gripped him. He circled around to the bow and his heart froze in his chest.
The iceberg was closer, much closer, and it was no iceberg. He understood now the strange shape of it, the hunched shoulders and raised leg giving an iceberg appearance at a distance. Up close, he could see it was a giant frozen man. Behind the behemoth the moon rose in the sky, and the ice man groaned.
As the last light of the day faded, he walked back into the ship and took a bottle of liquor from behind the ship’s bar. The cracking noise he had heard earlier was now a shattering in the still air, and the boat lurched. He stumbled, drunk, back onto the deck and stared up at the ice man as it grasped the bow of the ship in its hands.
Fiction © Copyright Suzanne Madron
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com 

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More from Suzanne Madron:

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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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About Nina D'Arcangela

Nina D’Arcangela is a quirky horror writer who likes to spin soul rending snippets of despair. She reads anything from splatter matter to dark matter. She's an UrbEx adventurer who suffers from unquenchable wanderlust. She loves to photograph abandoned places, bits of decay and old graveyards. Nina is co-owner of Sirens Call Publications, co-founder of the horror writer's group 'Pen of the Damned', and if that isn't enough, put a check mark in the box next to owner and resident nut-job of Dark Angel Photography.
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2 Responses to The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Suzanne Madron @suzannemadron @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

  1. afstewart says:

    A fantastic story.

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