The leaves of the trees sighed in the wind.
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And then they began to scream.
Bite-Sized Horror #52: Breeze
Category: Dark Humour
Bite-Sized Horror #51: Flutter
She gave me butterflies in my stomach.
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I could feel the eggs beginning to hatch.
Bite-Sized Horror #50: Ignorance
“Let’s flick on the lights, then,” I said to my co-pilot, as our two-man submarine reached the bottom.
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Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.
Wow! How did we get to fifty of these things? This Bite-Sized Horror series started out as a means of filling out the space between my short stories, but they’ve kind of taken over… I hope you guys are enjoying them as much as I am! Here’s to fifty more!
P.S. If you have any prompts or ideas for a Bite-Sized Horror post, please share your thoughts in the comments — I love the challenge!
‘The Comicbook Kid’: My entry for this week’s Reedsy contest!
Well, here we are again! It seems as though no time has passed at all, but somehow another week has gone by… This week’s theme was a celebration of legendary children’s author, Roald Dahl.
I chose prompt #5 — “Write a story infused with dark humour.” I wrote this story very quickly, as I spent the better part of the week in Prague for my brother’s stag party (the hangover was atrocious!). The title of the story is The Comicbook Kid, and you can read it here and here.
“Ralph’s parents were never the same after they died.” Continue Reading
As always, I hope you have fun reading the piece — I would have liked to work on it a bit more, but I’m happy with the story, considering how little time I invested in it!
Bite-Sized Horror #49: Endurance
“Hang in there,” he said, before leaving.
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I swung back and forth on the butcher’s meat hook.
Bite-Sized Horror #48: Improve
“Let’s hope this goes better than the last one.”
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The anaesthesia pulled me under before I could ask the surgeon what he meant.
Bite-Sized Horror #47: Tan
Bite-Sized Horror #46: Conflict
“The pen is mightier than the sword!” I told him.
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I then pushed him into the coliseum, armed with a Biro.
Bite-Sized Horror #45: Thief
The first time I met her, she stole my heart.
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And sold it on the black market.
Bite-Sized Horror #44: Accident
[Language warning]
“She’s gone arse over tit,” he said.
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The cosmetic surgery had ended horribly.
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