Pumpkin WifePeter loved pumpkins. He reveled in the squash: the texture, the taste, the smell. Halloween was the time that they were revered, worshiped, receiving the attention he believed they deserved. It was the time when they were everywhere and he relished those moments. To him pumpkins were perfection come to existence.Pumpkin Wife17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Peter, do you love me?"
Her voice strained to overcome the chattering of other couples as they walked through the field.
"No, why would you ask that?" Peter bent down and picked up a pumpkin, his eyes fixated on it.
"It's just that we've--we've been together for a while now. And I-I thought that maybe you'd fallen in love with me?"
"It's been two months," he said setting the pumpkin down in its former place.
"But we're basically living together, you can't tell me that doesn't mean something."
"So what, it's easier for you to stay with me. Right?"
"Maybe, but--you really don't love me?"
Peter's gaze ventured from the pumpkins to her, he scrunched up his nose at the word 'love
Your Fun Size Horror Story!Your Fun Size Horror Story!6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Your Fun Size Horror Story!
A 100-word horror story for Halloween
You cannot halt your gluttony!
From their bowl, the Fun Size candies tempt you, “Eat us, Tubby!”
“Leave me alone!” you scream, unable to stop gobbling them down.
“Never, Fatso! Eat!”
“Oh my gawd,” you moan with pleasure, decadent chocolates filling your mouth.
“Soon, you’ll be Fun Size like us,” they chortle.
Your waistline thickens. The candy bowl magically refills. As if possessed, your hands reach for more candies.
“I don’t want to get fat!”
“Fat is fun! Eat up, Chubs!”
Just then, your pants seams split. A shirt button pops off. Your new potbelly bulges obscenely, filled with fun.
Triumvirate Of Terror 3: The TombSnakes.Triumvirate Of Terror 3: The Tomb4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why did it always have to be snakes?
Arizona James, the words foremost culinary archeologist, searched the bottom of the brown paper bag, but all she brought up was a fist full of gummy snakes.
"This is the last time I let that idiot buy the candy! I hate snakes!"
The idiot in wuestion was Davis, her dogsbody/comedic foil, who she'd left outside guarding the jeep. She ate the snakes anyway, raiding tombs (a wholly different enterprise to tomb raiding, for reasons of copyright) was hungry work, and this one was a doozy.
Buried a mile beneath the shifting desert sands, Arizona was not on the trail of what she believed was the find of the century: the tomb of Ackmahbelleh. The great queen of her era, Ackmahbelleh was nevertheless curiously absent from the vast majority of literature and records dealing with the time period of her rule. She had ascended the throne as ruler thousands of years ago into a rich and prosperous empire which she set about expanding even further. All of a
PeekingWhen I was younger, my parents always did that thing where they would check in on me throughout the night. I suppose most parents do this—quickly opening the door a crack and peeking into their child’s room, making sure that everything is okay.Peeking16 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sometimes, after being sent to bed, I would often like to pull out my Nintendo DS, or one of our old Gameboys, playing well into the night. I suppose my folks knew this, so right up until they’d finally settle down to sleep they would check on me every 45 minutes or so. I used to turn the sound on my devices all the way down and listen for my parents’ footsteps or the sound of the door creaking open, training myself to stash my games away under my pillow with an ever-quickening speed. My fake sleeping got more and more believable.
Once I fell into my teen years, however, the nightly checking stopped. At first I had suspected that they had found another way to spy on me without being as obvious, but as the days passed I ch
Triumvirate Of Terror 1: Wakka-Wakka"We're in so much trouble!"Triumvirate Of Terror 1: Wakka-Wakka4 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"shut up, Dave."
"Man, we shouldn't have done that, my mum'll freak when she finds out what we did!"
"Dave will you shut the hell up! No ones going to find out, there's no evidence."
"what do you mean, no evidence, there's a huge bowl of punch we dumped a buttload of LSD into!"
Shaun pointed to the huge glass punch bowl, his freddy Krueger glove serving to underscore the gesture.
"What... Where's it gone?"
The werewolf follows his friends knife fingered hand as it traces the muddy footprints leading from the punch bowl, passed the pumpkin carving, into the Halloween fun time corn maze.
"Oh shit." They both whisper.
Little Billy was lost.
He had taken a wrong turning somewhere, he knew it, but in his haste he'd got himself all turned around. The problem with corn mazes was that once you were in them, everything looked the same.
It didn't help that he could see almost nothing through his ghost costume. He'd cut the eye holes in the wrong place.
TeaseI stood on the right side of the escalator. It reeked of a combination of sweat and cheap perfume. I was supposed to be in a hurry to catch the bus so I wouldn't have to walk. People were rushing passed me. Some were on the phone arguing over issues happening at work, others were having a hard time carrying their huge bags and groceries while yelling at their kids to stop crying. I stared at my feet while music was blasting through my headphones.Tease18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I got out of the metro station, I noticed it was already quite dark. I checked the time and sighed. The wind scattered the dried leaves on the sidewalk, making them drift and disappear into the dark sky. I was browsing through my playlist, as one of my headphones fell out of my ear.
"Good evening," said a voice. I lifted my head and stopped, taken by surprise by the coincidence. The first thing I noticed was that half of her head was shaved, the second thing I noticed was that she was handing out little cards. I grabbed o
For My Dearest~My Dearest Love Bug,For My Dearest~19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
How would I describe what I feel about you…? Well, I know that I hold you very near and dear to me, but I am not sure that you realize how I truly feel. I am entranced by the faint scar on the bridge of your nose and used to always wonder how it came to appear on your face. But now I know. And despite you constantly telling outlandish, sometimes inconsistent stories of how that scar came to be, I have now found out your little secret~ The reason for your scar is because you fell out of a tree one day when you were still just a young boy, and that mark has stayed with you forever ever since that day. How, you may ask, did I managed to get this personal information from you? This secret was told to me by you and yourself alone while in a drunken stupor one night as we talked. When and how did you get drunk? Simple. I was the one who managed to get you drunk. To make you confess your deepest, darkest secrets and fears to me, so I could better unders
Open UpStoryOpen Up19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I was young, younger than now, I went to school like always.
We took our bags, we took a trip to Freddy's Pizzeria.
There was a sign, no frowns allowed. We passed through glowing doorways.
The air was filled with not a care in our world, then I saw ya.
The janitor said come with me, got something cool to show ya.
I followed him into the back, where costumes lined the walls.
There were three others there, and we sat there and stared.
The janitor took away our contented looks.
He stuffed and he pushed us into wire-framed suits.
He ran from the lot, while he left us to rot.
Camera 1 and 2 and 3. I swear to God, they're after me.
I see their faces on the screen, but nowhere they are to be seen.
Lock the door and keep it shut, don't let them in no matter what.
No power left, an empty cup. Don't let those doors open up.
For years, we rotted in these shells, our souls never ascending.
Our fragile bones had fused with steel and wires, never ending.
The others have long since
mirror zombiesMy reflection stopped talking to me today. I think he's dead.mirror zombies3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ekim's almost the first thing I see every morning. There's a full-length mirror on my closet door, and my bed is positioned so that when I sit up in the morning I'm staring right at it. When I woke up, Ekim was still there, sitting up at the exact same time in the exact same way – well, not the exact same way. He still sat up and walked around like he's compelled somehow, but if I stopped moving and held still, Ekim wavered a bit, listing back and forth like one of those really tall buildings in a strong wind. When I looked closely at him, like in the smaller neck-up mirror in the bathroom, I could see his eyes were unfocused.
This morning, I thought he was just sick. But he almost always responds when I rap on the mirror, and he always responds if I rap twice. I rapped twice fifteen times, thirty times in all, and he never looked at me.
Then I went to the supermarket. I caught glimpses of him in the glass doors in the
7 Nightmares of Halloween Pt. 7: I, Monster7 Nightmares of Halloween Pt. 7: I, Monster6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This one is probably the most personal one I’m willing to talk about.
I had it shortly after a number of big arguments with people I don’t like, so I was in a kind of “I-hate-everyone” mood. I collapsed into bed, and fell asleep pretty much instantly.
When I awoke (in the dream), I glanced out the window to see the world was a stark black-and-white hue. The full moon was high in the sky, and all that anger and resentment and hatred towards everyone is still stewing in me. I slide out of bed. I’m really frickin’ hungry all of a sudden. Leftover meatloaf sounds good.
I glance down at my feet as I head for the door, and freeze.
My feet are… wrong. I walk into the light from the kitchen, and stare down in shock at my body.
It’s hard to describe what I’ve become. It’s thicker than before, powerfully built, filed with more tendons than muscle or bone. It’s coated in thick, shaggy hair, with long, thin claws tipping my fingers
20 min free writeLike all adventures that are supposed to change or shape your human experience we begin in the traditional style. Careening down a jagged edged cliff at 90 miles an hour to a ravine below filled with 12 foot ravenous man eating sharks. What that wouldn’t convince you to change your life? Cause I’m pretty sure that even if you managed to make it to the water alive there’s a mouth full of gnarly teeth that are ready, willing and able to greet you.20 min free write1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Okay I can tell what you’re thinking by now, and you’re right it is a bit late to start changing at that point. So let’s back it up to when it’s a little more manageable. Let us go to the top of the cliff, before we slipped on life’s banana peel. Also let’s be fair and knock out all the cliché metaphors that can come sprawling forth from my sharpened quill, the life giving elixir for the purely fiction driven monster. We can break this down to the bar
7 Nightmares of Halloween Pt. 6: The Nowhere-Thing7 Nightmares of Halloween Pt. 6: The Nowhere-Thing7 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This is the most recent nightmare among them.
I awaken with a distinct feeling that something is… wrong. Very wrong. I have had unsettling dreams (yes, I am aware of waking up and having previous dreams in every dream I have, but I’m not always aware I’m dreaming). The phrases “Ghost Quake” and “unique perception” flick through my mind, and as I walk into the living room… I see what’s wrong.
In the corner, in the brightness of the morning sun, is a place where the light dims in a most unnatural manner, in the corner directly beside the front door. The whitewashed walls are invisible behind a patch of unnatural darkness. I dismiss it as a trick of the light and head into the kitchen to make breakfast.
Later that day, I notice it again. The dark patch has grown, and I swear I can see tiny flecks of dust in the center.
My little cousin shows up with his mom (my aunt) around noon for lunch. He’s two years old, and has a heck of an
10 min free writeTen pounds, that’s approximately how much this shovel full of dirt weighs and after dragging that 160lb. body out to this god forsaken place it’s as light a feather. Then after breaking the sun baked, clay like dirt of this dried up lake bed it feels like a feather tied to a led balloon. Not even the cold night air is comforting, the wind blowing through you, the sweat that makes your clothes cling to you like the grip of that dead man over there now makes you shiver as it freezes to the bone. Your muscles get hard under that kind of stress you know…10 min free write1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Now I know what you’re thinking, and far be it for me to stifle what I’m positive is a nice little commentary you have going with yourself about “why would I need to burry a body if I’ve already gotten it to the dried up lake bed?” But, this body is still very much alive. Now between you and me, I don’t know how much experience you have in this murder thing