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‘How much for this?’ Sadie asked, handling the purple, green and yellow coloured-glass bead necklace. ‘That, my dear, it’s nothing but a cheap glass trinket of no real value. If you’re looking for jewellery, we have some beautiful jet necklaces or pearls.’ The woman moved across the junk shop with a grace and speed that belied her obvious age as [...]
She saw the circus flyer pinned to a lamppost on the corner of the dilapidated street where she lived. She paused, only for a moment, it wasn’t the kind of neighbourhood it was safe to pause longer in, but she was hooked. Now, all they had to do was wait and one thing the damned are good at is waiting. [...]
I wasn’t at all certain as to whether or not I should stay at the Borden Bed and Breakfast in Fall River, Mass–scene of the brutal Borden murders. I mean ugh! The axe and the chop! chop! stuff. You know the song: Lizzie Borden took an axe…! Well I stayed there with some friends. They stayed in the other rooms; I however [...]
‘Shut up, woman,’ he snarled at the thing, his wife, who sat on the bed sneering at him as usual. He’d spent a lifetime listening to her, before her it had been his father carping and griping day after day about his shortcomings. He sat at the dressing table mirror putting the last touches to his Halloween costume under her [...]
She pulled the van by the curb and assessed the modest, frame home. The yard was covered by weeds and wild flowers with thin traces of Bermuda grass. “It’s hard to find someone to deliver meals to Mr. Adams,” the supervisor at Meals on Wheels had explained. “He has leprosy, but it’s not contagious. It came from research on mutant [...]
The first things Tom saw when he regained consciousness were the strand of rope used to bind his hands and the black hood that had covered his head. So Ogre had really done it. Shot Tom execution style. Ogre. First time Tom met the hulking killer he thought Ogre’s face looked like a slab of meat. Tom reached behind his [...]
Uncle Pete’s a taxidermist. He learnt how down in the city afore he moved back home with me, Ma and Pa, and Granny here in the Great Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. I found his hobby fascinatin’. All that wire, clay, glass eyes, and wood for dummies just drew me in straight away. I’ve learnt a lot from him. As you [...]
The woman woke up and felt the empty space next to her on the bed. There was no clock in the room, but she could tell by the lack of noise in the Fuhrerbunker that it must be the dead of night. As she rose and went toward the door, a low growl came from under the bed. She glanced [...]
The unbearable pain in my head, blood dripping down the back of my skull, sticking to my neck and shoulders made for tough going. I didn’t give up; I forged ahead. Necessity dictated I go on. Thank God for the full, bright moon showing me a path of travel. Yeah, right! A path did not exist in most places. Jungle [...]
This weeks Friday flash is inspired by an old hammer horror film I saw years ago. Since I saw it I have had a strange, if not fear, then a wariness around mirrors. My first thought was to set this in a carnival hall of mirrors, but something, an image of Sadie primping her new home stuck with me as [...]
This is my flash fiction piece for Friday Flash Fiction on The Vamplit Blog. Enjoy! My feet: the damn things are cold again. Jesus, they’re frigid! Where was I tonight? What did I do? I feel dirt between my toes; clumps of something, half liquid, half congealed, beneath my finger-nails; and my clothing is shredded, not affording any perceptible function. [...]
Yes, it is I—Eco, the son of a fallen angel and a human mother. Eco the demon spawn who lives his eternal existence glorying in his damnation. Eco who was sent by Satan to see him whose birth was prophesized. But the babe was just a babe and nothing more. Truly, I was not particularly impressed I have to say, [...]
As the sun sank from the sky, Sadie awoke gasping for breath, her first in twelve hours. The end of each night brought another death, although brief, still unsettling, unpleasant, but worse were these nightly tortures of coming back to life. After a moment, Sadie looked around the unfamiliar place, still a little disorientated by her unnatural resurrection, and [...]
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