With strange sulking shadows and unfamiliar shapes, spending your first night in a new home was always unsettling. But when he was awoken by a strange chime, so distant and almost inaudible, it didn’t help his nerves. His thoughts raced with possibilities. It was just a neighbour’s clock. Maybe it was an animal outside. Probably a […]
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Horror flash fiction ‘The snowman’ by Stewart storrar The wind chilled me to the bone and the sky was a haunting shade of charcoal. So when my eyes met it, and the surge of pity fluttered through my heart, it warmed my very soul with a viscus empathy. The aura of the place and sight
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Horror flash fiction ‘Viral’ by Stewart Storrar He fastened his top button, pushing his tie up to the crest of his neck. He always liked it so that he could feel its soft bite; that meant it was tied right. He double checked how he looked in the car’s wing mirror to his right and
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Horror flash fiction ‘Dream Party’ by Christa Wojciechowski Trees droop in front of the warm light coming from inside the party. Her date rounds the car and takes her hand. He is handsome in his tuxedo, but she is the one that sparkles in beads the colour of gold dust. He is a black, wooden
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Horror Short Story ‘Arcane Mandate’ by Stewart Storrar I woke up earlier today. The rains were dormant, waiting, and I needed to finish what I had started. The house was fairly empty, only my mother was home, and she was still fast asleep. It was five in the morning and the sun hadn’t started the day
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Horror flash fiction ‘The oracular of aetius’ by Rhea Kinslow “Come.” Her clear voice bounces off the walls. A faint echo of dripping permeates the silence. She’s just a girl; why am I scared?The moisture in the cavern is cloying. It’s the darkness. Any man would feel uneasy in here. My thighs tremble. The lamb bundled in my arms
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