Tag Archives: short horror fiction

Handling Rejection (Friday Fictioneers, May 2013)

It’s that time of the week again, Friday Fictioneers kicking off on Wednesday, thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  Unthinkable… asking her out like that. Unbearable, watching a cruel mocking response forming. Instead she’d tossed her thick honey-coloured braid and laughed as … Continue reading

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Such A Cold Heart, (MicroHorror, March 2012)

She’s having difficulty opening her eyes, blinking rapidly behind closed lids to try to free them. Slowly she manages to free her eyelashes from the frozen tears that cling to them, and looks up. The moon is directly above her, … Continue reading

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Hand Me Downs (MicroHorror, October 2011)

Aunt Eleanor always had beautiful hands. Even when her face became lined and yellowed, her throat sagged to resemble that of a turkey, and her chest was covered in tissue-thin skin that collapsed when she folded her arms, her hands … Continue reading

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A Matter of Death and Life, (MicroHorror,May 2011)

The night my grandfather died, the wind howled in the trees and shutters rattled angrily. It seemed he was venting his fury at the prospect of death, as he struggled to stay alive. He’d lingered for days. Initially we’d all … Continue reading

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Prussian Blue, MicroHorror October 2010

A small wooden tea chest, painted Prussian blue, with a few holes punched in the lid. “Terrific birthday present,” she thought, circling warily round it. It was sealed with staples that would take forever to extract, if you wanted to … Continue reading

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A Space To Die For, MicroHorror, October 2010

It was midnight when Michel trudged across the bridge over the Midi, in the center of Carcassonne. His dog, Luc, followed nervously, a safe distance behind, aware that Michel was in a fit of rage. Kicks could land unexpectedly when … Continue reading

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The Space Between Us, MicroHorror, October 2010

The space between us at this moment is just about six feet. That’s a lot closer than we’ve been during the last couple of years, though on this occasion that six-foot space is packed with cold, damp earth. I miss … Continue reading

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