I was shocked that the bolt came off so easily – I didn’t even need a wrench.
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“Here comes the big drop!” screamed my friend, gripping the safety bar of the ride.
Bite-Sized Horror #57: D.I.Y.
Tag: Horror
Read ‘Public Order’: My entry for the October #BlogBattle!
Well, here we go again! It’s time for the monthly #BlogBattle! The prompt for October is ‘clone’. Such a great word! So many directions to take it in…
As with the last #BlogBattle, I wrote this piece as quickly as possible — to give it a sense of urgency. I hope the sensation translates well to the story! You can read my entry here, it’s titled Public Order.
Our eyes lock, and for an instant, I can’t breathe. I avert my gaze to the floor. Keep walking, I tell myself. Just. Keep. Walking.
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I really enjoyed writing this piece, and I feel as though it’s slightly more horrific than my straightforward horror pieces — mainly because, for the most part, it’s rooted in reality, rather than fantasy.
As always, you should definitely check out the other bloggers’ stories, when they’re up!
Bite-Sized Horror #56: Plane
The pilots looked into each other’s eyes.
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It was too late to pull up.
Bite-Sized Horror #55: Winter
The ice on the lake was so thick, a car could drive over it.
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Where was the hole he’d fallen through?
Bite-Sized Horror #54: Sparkling
The cleaner screamed at me to let him in.
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I could see him perfectly through the window of the aeroplane.
‘Visit’: A story in 99 words
Gusts of wind moaned through the skeletal trees, scattering the burnt-orange leaves across the graves.
“That time of year again, Frank?”
“Yep.”
“Same as last year?”
“Same as every year, Harry.”
“Hmm.”
The wind wailed between the headstones, shrieking like a ghoul.
Harry cleared his throat. “Well… maybe they forgot?”
“Twenty-seven years in a row?”
“I—well, maybe not…”
“Yeah, maybe not.”
The gale was picking up speed now. The town’s citizens would be battening down the hatches.
Frank was changing, too. Becoming. Tattered skin and rotten flesh were stitching themselves together again.
“This year,” he said, “they’ll remember.”
Written in response to CarrotRanch’s September 26, 2019, prompt: unremembered.
‘Dorsal’: A story in 99 words
The whole world seemed to hold its breath. A calm fell across the ocean, silencing the whispering waves and the crying gulls.
The waters around her were dark grey; murky and gloomy. She knew that the aquatic tranquillity was false – a temporary peace.
She trod the water, suspended between two ticks in time. The instant before had revealed a flash of black and white, a beady eye, a fin slicing the glassy waves. Then the depths had reclaimed it.
Her mind’s eye told her what was next: the strike from below, the eyes rolled white, a row of teeth.
Due to my busy schedule, this was written after the closure of last week’s CarrotRanch prompt, ‘interlude’. I had an idea for the theme, so I thought I’d write it and share it nonetheless!
Bite-Sized Horror #53: Parenting
“I’m hungry!” whined my seven-year-old daughter.
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I tried my best to not look at the thing stood outside the window.
Bite-Sized Horror #52: Breeze
The leaves of the trees sighed in the wind.
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And then they began to scream.
Bite-Sized Horror #51: Flutter
She gave me butterflies in my stomach.
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I could feel the eggs beginning to hatch.
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