I was really upset when Fido barked in my direction.
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I was even more upset when I realised, he wasn’t barking at me.

I was really upset when Fido barked in my direction.
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I was even more upset when I realised, he wasn’t barking at me.

“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.

Hey everyone! Hope you’re all well! I’ve once again had a go at the Blog Battle. The prompt for this month is ‘intercept’. My story came together quite quickly, and I had an evil grin on my face as I frantically wrote.
You can read the short story here, the title is Foliage.
“The raindrops pitter-pattered overhead as the rich perfume of copper percolated throughout the tent.” Continue Reading
I hope you enjoy the short read. Please have a look at the other stories as well!
P.S. As before, as I’m sharing a short story, I’ll be pausing my Bite-Sized Horror series for today, so I’m not spamming your feeds! It’ll be back tomorrow!
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.”
