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Horror fiction that delivers on its promise to scare, startle, frighten and unsettle. These stories are fake, but the shivers down your spine won't be.
Sanguine is the night
Redemption, Texas The Night Coyote 3:35 AM Peyton Fallon watched the scene in the Night Coyote bar from her throne of writhing bodies and moaning lovers, a cigarette in her left hand and a glass of fresh blood in her right. She ran a hand through her long blonde hair, balancing effortlessly on the pile of naked, squirming humans, her dress like shimmering rose petals. Peyton swirled the fresh vintage, admiring her reflection. A Goddess looked back at her, petite fangs tucking into full, dark lips.
By James Golden5 years ago in Horror
Hard Ice, Dead Hands
The frozen surface of Darkmoon Pond never melted. Even in the height of summer its black mirror face, overshadowed by an honour guard of dark pines, remained solid and cold. Big enough to be a lake, the townsfolk of nearby Pilgrim’s Rest, only spoke of it to warn others away from its icy shore. It was unnatural, they claimed: an abomination. No footpaths or hunting trails led to its paralysed waters; no maps marked its location. It was a dark secret that made people shudder when they thought of it, as if touched by its depths.
By Alex Hawksworth5 years ago in Horror
Marigold
“Excuse me, sir, I think you dropped this,” said a soft voice behind him. As he turned, he felt the dread rise like bile in his throat, he could already taste the dirty smell of the bright yellow flower that he knew from experience that he would find in the outstretched hand that belonged to the voice’s owner. Instead of looking down to see the detested flower, he looked directly into a pair of the most gorgeous eyes he had ever seen. He winced. He had seen a great many pairs of remarkable eyes over the millennia, all belonging to incredible people who would have the misfortune to offer the cheerful-looking flower to him, never dreaming that finding that flower signaled their emanant demise.
By Kristine Nissel5 years ago in Horror
In The Glen, Amidst The Flowers
Oh, how I wish you could have been here when Father and I made our way into the glen. Discouraged we were for several days after our separation from you and the others, for we couldn’t figure when and where we strayed from the caravan. During that mighty storm is when our segregation most certainly happened. Who would have thought it would maintain such a ferocity for days on end? We couldn’t see the wagons before us or behind, and the deluge flowing from the hills impeded all attempts to stay on course with an almost malicious intent. Father, staunch in his faith, believed that the storm displayed such vigor that the Noahic Covenant most certainly had been broken, but I urged he keep his thoughts to himself, lest we forget what holy scorn can be delivered for such comments. Lacking the skill to backtrack, trebled with diminishing provisions and waning optimism, hope of seeing you again all but faded.
By Bill Hoffman5 years ago in Horror
The Man Who Called Himself Marigold
A wolf doesn't have to eat you for it to swallow you whole. That's what I learned in the Summer of 1980. I was about to meet the man who called himself Marigold. It was just after Mount St. Helen blew her top and the world wobbled a little differently, the Summer that strange things happened and mysteries found their way into my life. It was the Summer I died.
By Gregory D. Welch5 years ago in Horror
Two Sentence Horrors Volume 9
Two Sentence Horror Volume 9 By Mark J. Wilcoxen 401. Hearing a hissing sound from one of his back tires, Rubert squatted down to inspect the damage. With lightning speed a scaly appendage shot out of the wheel well and wrapped around Rubert's throat.
By Mark J. Wilcoxen 5 years ago in Horror
Two Sentence Horrors Volume 8
Two Sentence Horrors Volume 8 By Mark J. Wilcoxen 351. Rounding the corner Dale and Rachael instantly grew apprehensive when they saw the crowd. Before the couple could turn back everyone in the crowd turned to them and said in unison, "There is nowhere to run; there is only the gathering."
By Mark J. Wilcoxen 5 years ago in Horror
Order of the Heart V
The greenhouse workers loaded everything into the three five-ton trucks. Pieter Degrew had been growing crops, flowers, and trees of every sort for at least the last forty years since he was a teenager. He hoped to take his livelihood to a safe place so that once all the madness ended, he would once more be able to grow food and plants for the people of the Fraser Valley.
By Bruce Curle `5 years ago in Horror
Erastas
The smell of flowers hit John’s nose the second he walked through the door. Of course, it was a flower shop, isn’t that what you’d expect to smell? But John had been in flower shops before. They always smelled nice, but the odors in this particular establishment were overwhelming. John looked around, and marveled at the rows upon rows of flowers that lined the store, almost like a beautiful quilt featuring every color of the rainbow, blanketing around the store. It should’ve made John feel peaceful and happy. And yet, an eerie gloom hung around the store, almost as if the aura itself could remind anyone who walked in here that no place could possibly be this good.
By Thomas Kennedy5 years ago in Horror
The Strangest Day In The Life Of Marigold Bradshaw
Up until the Summer she turned twelve, Marigold Bradshaw was a bright happy child. She would wrinkle her nose when her mother would gently tuck a marigold behind her ear and introduce her to everyone as "my favourite little flower", but really she loved watching how her mother's face lit up and the coos of attention from others. She had a big carefree laugh that was easily won and a large group of friends. She took school seriously and her favourite subject was art; in bad weather she'd spend hours painting in their conservatory with her tongue poking out in concentration, only stopping when the light finally drained from the day. In better weather she'd be outside with her friends as much as possible. This was what she headed out to do on the strangest day of her life.
By Angela Nolan5 years ago in Horror
