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Read ‘Public Order’: My entry for the October #BlogBattle!

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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!

‘Astro Naught’: Read my space-themed short story for this week’s Reedsy contest!

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You know what time it is — Reedsy contest time! This week had the theme of ‘off on an adventure’!

I chose prompt #3 — ‘Write a story about an adventure in space.’ I had a lot of fun with this one, as it was relatively new territory for me! The short story is called Astro Naught, and you can read it here on WordPress, or over here on my Reedsy profile.

“It’s okay, Ground Control. I know you did everything you could.”

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Enjoy the adventure in space! And ask yourself: what would you do if you were stranded out in the cosmos, with no hope of rescue?

 

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P.S. Bite-Sized Horror has taken a brief break, as I’ve had many other things to post about (such as various awards nominations, other contests, etc.) — it’ll be back next week! I didn’t want to spam all of your feeds with my gory nonsense…

‘Good Boy’: A story in 99 words

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During the days they walked, the man and his dog, searching for food, clean water, and shelter for the evening. They also searched for other survivors in the rubble, but were yet to find anything alive.

At night, they hid, and took refuge from the things that stalked the twilight for prey. They slept sporadically, huddled together for warmth.

They shared each other’s food and each other’s company, refusing to surrender that last ounce of hope. They held on to their reminiscences, remembering the good times.

But they could not erase the awful memory of that blooming mushroom cloud.

 

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Written in response to CarrotRanch’s September 5, 2019, prompt: true grit.

I won last week’s Reedsy contest with my story ‘The Things That Do Not Float’!

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Hey everyone! Happy Friday! Last Saturday, I made a post about once again entering the weekly Reedsy short story contest… it turns out that I won!

I was really pleased to hear that the team over at Reedsy enjoyed my story — it’s always nice to know that somebody out there liked your work. If you haven’t already, you can check out my winning entry here on WordPress, titled The Things That Do Not Float. Reedsy also published the story on their site and on their Medium blog.

So, a massive thanks to the Reedsy team for hosting these weekly contests (I look forward to the new prompts every Friday!), and thank you for picking The Things That Do Not Float as the winner!

Head over to Reedsy’s site to learn more about their weekly contests.

‘The Things That Do Not Float’: My entry for this week’s Reedsy contest — it’s not horror!

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Hey all! How’s everyone doing? This week’s Reedsy theme was based loosely on their recommended 100 books to read in your lifetime.

I chose prompt #1 — “Write a story about a teenager visiting the place they grew up.” Surprisingly, I didn’t write a horror story. This wasn’t intentional, the story simply went in a non-horrific direction rather naturally. The title of my short story for this week is The Things That Do Not Float, and you can read it here.

“Shaun jumped from the cliff’s edge. With each passing second, he felt the temperature drop and the pressure rise. The sensation of the movement was faint; if he closed his eyes, it felt as if he weren’t moving at all.” Continue Reading

I rather enjoyed writing this slightly unusual (for me, at least) short story — I hope it is as fun to read!

P.S. Bite-Sized Horror is back tomorrow!