Mom said she was just putting her face on.
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I walked in without knocking, thinking she was talking about makeup.

Mom said she was just putting her face on.
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I walked in without knocking, thinking she was talking about makeup.

Happy Friday! I hope you’re all well! It’s been a great week, right? New music from Tool and everything! Anyway, to maintain tradition, I’ve submitted another story for Reedsy’s weekly contest!
As this is Reedsy’s 150th weekly prompt, the theme was that of ‘birthday’. Rather appropriate, don’t you think? Initially, I wasn’t sure where to take the story, but thoughts of cakes and candles set me off in the right direction… The title of my short story is Too Many Candles. You can read it here!
Enjoy the short read! And remember: always take a gift to a birthday party… you never know what might happen!
Have a good weekend!
P.S. As usual, I’ll be skipping Bite-Sized Horror today as I’m already posting. Check back for more two-sentence chills tomorrow!
“All purchases are final,” said the salesman.
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I truly understood why he said it cost “an arm and a leg” when I heard the revving of the chainsaw.

“They’re more scared of you than you are of them,” I had mocked.
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Slowly, I backed into the corner as the spiders kept coming.

I gave him a naughty wink when I saw the plastic sheets and camera.
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I never saw the axe.

Hello! How are you today? I’ve had a go at the Reedsy weekly Short Story Contest again!
This week’s theme was Be-all and end-all. I chose prompt #4: “write a story that starts by presenting a highly unusual scene,” and I also included a bonus — prompt #5: “write a story that starts with the same line as it ends.”
So, I’ve written a quirky little comedy-horror titled I Like to Knit. You can read it on my Short Stories page over here!
“The second time I killed my husband was the hardest.” Continue Reading
I hope you enjoy it! I had one or two maniacal chuckles when I was making it up!
P.S. As I’m sharing my short story, I thought I’d skip today’s Bite-Sized Horror post, as I don’t want to clog up everyone’s feeds! But don’t worry, normal service will resume tomorrow!
He kissed her smooth skin.
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Well, technically it was no longer hers.

“I like to bring my work home with me,” he said, with a sheepish smile.
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I asked him what his profession was, and he responded: “Coroner.”

Watching the floating necklace, I adjusted my grip.
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I dragged my eyes from the bathroom mirror and approached my girlfriend from behind, clutching the wooden stake.
