Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Nina D’Arcangela @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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The Gathering
by Nina D’Arcangela

The first appears, then another. Soon the creatures are gathering; forming an indecipherable mass as each blends into the next. The assembly grows as evening deepens. They believe the shadow of late dusk masks their movement, but their eyes give them away – wet, shining, filled with hatred and unshed rage. One breaks from the pack, just one. It thinks itself brave as it postures for the others; foolish is a far more apt term. We stand at the ready, waiting for the melee to begin. As the first rock is hurled, the murder descends…
Fiction © Copyright Nina D’Arcangela
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com 

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Twisted Yarns

Twisted Yarns is a collection of eleven depraved stories that will warp your mind and spark your curiosity for tales best muttered in hushed tones and dark corners.

Imagine finding a baby in a dumpster; how far would you go to protect it? Picture yourself trapped in a maze with a monstrous creature that wants nothing more than to spill your blood while others bet on the outcome of your life; would you run to survive? Do you think you could – run or survive? Perhaps you’re clinging to a lost love so strongly that your rational mind doesn’t realize how strongly it’s clinging to you; is it bliss or torture? Come to think of it, is it safe to accept that tasty sample the kindly gentleman who works at the grocery story is offering you? It couldn’t be anything but harmless, could it?

If you prefer your horror twisted with a bit of grit sprinkled on top for flavor, this is the perfect anthology for you!

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

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Iniquitous Remains
by Elizabeth H. Smith

Bleeding unholy blood onto forgotten ground, my monument to failure lies alone. Ventures of glory withered and gone, I atone in immortal suffering. Beauty once held a soft visage in my eyes. But they are now stone cold, vacant of the brilliance which previously flared within. I have no home. No place of rest. Only the ruins of a glory misremembered.
Shame, my final companion, even tries to flee. I embrace this vestige of life with what paltry strength I have left. But it too will abandon me, same as those deluded souls who knelt before my grace some time ago.
As I crumble, begging to feel the sun on my unmoving remains, I only wish to quicken my decline to oblivion…
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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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Rebecca R. Pierce @RebeccaRPierce @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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The Gargoyle’s Mouth
by Rebecca R. Pierce

Nightly I stared upon its stony visage.
Its mouth was a maw into hell.
I stood, half-frozen, on the slippery bridge
Waiting–for what–I could not tell.
The cathedral stretched against a dark heaven,
And there, perched on high, near the roof
Was the face of a cherub, whose leaden
Gaze was both judgemental and aloof.
Calling me here again this night
Was this demon with the face of a child.
Transfixed, I stood in the churchyard light.
While the stones rumbled, the demon smiled.
Out of the brick and mortar, it emerged
Clawing its way out and sprouting fangs,   
It screeched its unholy cry and surged
Towards me–I ran–The church bell rang.
It knocked me down, we tumbled to the ground,
And graveyard dirt smeared against my tongue.
A familiar flapping of wings had drowned
Out my protest when the last bell was rung.
The demon spoke a truth I knew too well:
“Every sinner must die for their sin.”
I was but a vessel! a carrier! a shell!
So I opened my mouth and let him in.
We dusted off when we stood as one,
A demon with the face of a priest.
“So much work we did, so much left undone…
We’re doing God’s will, at least.”
The lantern in our hand swayed like a knell,
And yes, the blade we gripped was sharp.
Tonight, we’ll send another sinner to hell,
Or set an angel on a harp…
Fiction © Copyright Rebecca R. Pierce
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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The Road to Kyoto

Four samurai accompanying four sisters to Kyoto are caught by a sudden snowstorm. They take refuge in what appears to be an abandoned monastery… only it’s not nearly as abandoned as they’d like…

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Rie Sheridan Rose @RieSheridanRose @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Swing Time
by Rie Sheridan Rose

It had been a long day at the diner. I really wasn’t interested in anything except getting home, putting my aching feet in Epsom salts, and having a beer.  The quickest way to achieve all this was to sneak through the park on Abernathy. Sure, technically the park was closed after ten, but there wasn’t any fence or anything, and I often went that way.
A full moon hung above the trees. Shadows crept along the path. And then I heard the creaking…that sound every child past and present knows…the squeaking, creaking sound of a swing’s chain through the bolts that suspend it.
It was past midnight. Who would be swinging at a time like this?
The playground was to my left, in a clearing in the trees. I’ve always had a foolish streak of curiosity, so—of course—I had to follow the sound.
I came up behind the swings. A figure in a pointed hoodie cast a shadow halfway up the path. That was all I could see from the back.
“Hey, kiddo—do you know what time it is?” I asked, stepping around the swing-set so I could see who occupied it.
Slowly, its head raised. “This is the time of night when I collect my tolls from those foolish enough to ply these roads,” it said in a deep gruff voice that told me it was definitely male.
A hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. His size was deceptive—his strength that of a giant.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Pay the toll or accept the consequences!”
“What toll? What consequences?”
“A hundred gold to walk my road, or sit in my place.”
And that is how I come to be sitting here, a shrunken troll collecting tolls at swing time.
Fiction © Copyright Rie Sheridan Rose
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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The Incredibly Irritating Irishman

Josephine Mann and her friends are back! It is 1874 in a New York City that never exactly was, and Jo finds herself with a surfeit of suitors. Her “cousin” has come from Ireland claiming that they were betrothed before she was born–just when she is getting Alistair Conn right where she wants him.

It’ll be a hot time in the old town tonight!

 

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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
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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
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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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