“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.

“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.

The leaves of the trees sighed in the wind.
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And then they began to scream.

She gave me butterflies in my stomach.
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I could feel the eggs beginning to hatch.

“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!
“Hang in there,” he said, before leaving.
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I swung back and forth on the butcher’s meat hook.

“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.

“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.

The first time I met her, she stole my heart.
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And sold it on the black market.

[Language warning]
“She’s gone arse over tit,” he said.
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The cosmetic surgery had ended horribly.
