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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. [...]
Armando Venzinie had been a very bad man when he’d been alive. When he was a child, he’d tortured animals and other children, as an adult he committed crimes against property, stealing from the rich and poor, beating any who stood in his way. Everyone around him, including his parents, knew he was evil, but could do nothing to stop [...]
‘Will they come, do you think?’ I ask my beloved bonded other. He smiles and shrugs his shoulders in an obvious gesture of resignation. He and I have come a long way from our childhood on Earth, so far in fact, that we’ve become famous, become freaks. ‘You know they’ll come, Astrid, they always come.’ ‘Why us, Adonis?’ I raise [...]
I’m afraid my #fridayflash is a little bit of a cheat as I wrote this poem some years ago. When I accidentally entered the artwork I produced for this poem in this months artwork for horrific visions I decided to give the poem a quick edit and add it to the painting.
She heard the music, Danse Macabre, and then she knew, she wasn’t alone… Sadie Gray entered the competition by accident really; she was having coffee alone after a long morning shopping for a new, but cheap, sofa when she heard someone at the next table reading an article from the local paper. When they’d left, she noticed they’d left the [...]
‘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 [...]
Imelda Watson sat looking out of the window, this and nothing more. She never spoke or looked directly into the eyes of the people paid to look after her. Hour after hour, she stared at the woods surrounding the house, her wood, filled with memories and so much more. Rich, but old, what use was money to Imelda when she [...]
Alice could smell it again and she almost heaved as the acrid stench of decay filled her senses. Everyone told her the last months of pregnancy were the worst, but at least her friends hadn’t still been hurling chunk on a regular basis in their last trimester. She was, but only when she entered the baby’s room, only when she [...]
The night enclosed Dash G. Chandler like the grip of an overzealous broad and pulled on him, making him inhale deeper on the gasper he’d just lit, but didn’t really want. His eyes never left the red light that held his car at bay for what seemed like forever. The wipers scraped across the windscreen, joining in the intermittent cacophony [...]
Regal is death personified and all kindness, she cried as they died. She took their souls to an ancient sleep beneath the earth, to lie so deep. Her face holds beauty, horror and despair, her fate to kill and still to care. Satan’s daughter and his bride, she wanders the earth bound to his side. Cursed to kill at [...]
This week I started out by researching hopping vampires in the mythology of China, but as often happens I was side tracked by a link to wiki that appeared in my search. I’ve put a link to the article at the end of the quote for any one who’d like to read more about the mummies being found in China. [...]
Sadie felt the breeze on her face and smiled, it wouldn’t be sensible to be seen without her mask. Only a few, a privileged few, from the village had been invited to the ball and she didn’t want to be sent home in disgrace. The invitation had stated categorically that masks must be worn at all times, but it was [...]
“Necro… what?” Sadie asked her friend Alf as she sat crossed-legged in her unfurnished house, talking into the mobile phone he’d bought her for her birthday. She didn’t like it and only used it to keep in contact with Alf. His was the only number stored in the memory and if it wasn’t for him, she wouldn’t use the bloody [...]
In 1799, on an elegant street stood a house of ill-repute, where men would pay for the favours of the Haymarket bawds inside. The girls, cloistered away from the world, much as their sisters at the convent were, lived a life of servitude, but with no promise of redemption and no faith to guide them on the path of rectitude. [...]
In 1931 radiologist Carl von Cosel aged fifty-six, fell in love with one of his patients. Her name was Maria Elena de Hoyos, she was beautiful, only twenty-two and suffering from TB. Von Cosel wanted to marry her, but before she could accept or reject to his offer she died. He didn’t want the family to bury her and so [...]
He called it his hidden place and he never showed anyone where it was. As he grew-up, he forgot its existence, blanked out everything he’d seen there. Some things you should forget, some things you shouldn’t. This story is about Gil’s hidden place, where evil lived and dead fed off the living. “Shut up you cankerous old sow,” Gil shouted, [...]
Inside my cold heart is a haunted place a lonely spot devoid of grace. Where the souls of the dead dwell in an ocean of pain, cresting the wave’s swell. Inside my dead heart is a haunted place reflected within in a mortal face. Pictures of all the dead I’ve devoured and all the virgin soul’s I’ve deflowered. [...]
This is a strange #fridayflash for me to offer, but this week I was faced with challenges in two places Twitter #fridayflash and in the Vamplit group Dark Poets Corner in Dark Media City. The challenge laid down by Rob Read, winner of last years Vamplit writing challenge, was to write a dark poem based on the structure and form [...]
Someone said there’d been a lighthouse on the rock since before the birth of Christ, although the structure she could see in the distance from her bedroom window was Victorian. Someone said her family had been wreckers too, but she didn’t believe that either. Perhaps she should have, perhaps if she had she would never have moved into the lighthouse [...]
“With this ring…” he said as he put the ring on my finger and then all hell broke loose, literally. My name is Janice Green and this is, was, supposed to be the happiest day of my life and it was until the moment my fiancée, James Fitzpatrick, put the plain gold band he said had been his grandmother Lilith’s [...]
“What is it Sir?” She heard the boy ask. She couldn’t really hear, nor see, but she could sense everything or one who passed near her. “That’s Sadie Gray Thomas, can anyone tell me about this exhibit?” She heard the question and felt depressed, another school trip. They were the worse, asking questions, giggling and generally being obnoxious. At any [...]
On the surface he seemed an average academic with a reputation for expressing his personal polemic. Insiders suspected he was following an impossible plan to steal the soul from the body of the average man. Professor Arcadian’s soul stripping machine must be something from out of a drug-fuelled dream. No one in serious science really believed, all of them [...]
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 [...]
Sadie, Sadie somnambulant screams accompanies her ambulant dreams. Walking, talking, still she sleeps giving everyone the creeps. Sadie tripps through the night on the road and out like a light. Sadie, Sadie pausing, pirouettes as her mother frets. Closing windows, locking doors, they live up seven floors. Tidy minds tucked up, like the dead, Sadie’s subconscious’s never in bed. [...]
Sadie’s frantic, fearful, but decides to fight, the zombie horde, humanity’s blight. Taking her shovel she runs into the crowd, screaming, slashing completely unbowed. Soon heads started flying into the air, as she raises her weapon with never a care. For Sadie Gray’s found her reason for being, the cowering crowd can’t believe what they’re seeing. An average [...]
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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