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 Wife21 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!9 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.
RingingJim liked working summer evenings. He was grateful for the pastor allowing to dig the graves the night before, so the heat wouldn't get to him. While other men sat out in the dwindling evening heat, their wives washing dishes, Jim was content with shuffling past headstones, some of the safety bells tinkling in the wind. Everyone told him that keeping himself busy after his brothers recent passing would keep Jim sane.Ringing3 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As he walked through the rows, preparing to ready the soil for the towns latest consumption victim, a lanky canine figure jogged up beside him. The local coyote--allowed on the property to keep smaller vermin away--had come to keep him company. Jim bent down to pat him on the head.
"Beezer, sometimes I think you only hang around me because I feed you." He chuckled.
The animal stayed by him as he stopped at the designated site. Jim started the work straight away, steadily moving the earth beneath him, Beezer lying close by watching. When he was about halfway through his wor
Two Sentence Horror Stories - 20141) I loved the song in the water. Then I realized it was my own voice drowning the depths.Two Sentence Horror Stories - 20143 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2) The darkness held a strange comfort to me. My ghost never liked the light anyway.
3) The lighthouse owner shone a powerful light into the darkness. No one remembers who runs it since the owner died years ago.
4) The lonely maiden sat in the dark room. As she glances in the mirror, the candles and the lantern are the only reflection.
5) I was on the other side of the house chopping firewood in a snowstorm, when I saw the doll hit the floor through the window. I don’t have a doll.
6) While on break, I was watching a horror game playthrough, and the angel in the bookshelf fell off face down on the floor.
7) I see the full moon tonight. I growl and snarl as I rip my meal into chunks.
8) Her favorite white lily was dying. She slit her wrist to feed the vampire in the plant.
9) I’ve always loved “The Ship of Fools”. Too bad the demons won’t let me see the museum.
mirror zombiesMy reflection stopped talking to me today. I think he's dead.mirror zombies7 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, Monster10 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
7 Nightmares of Halloween Pt. 6: The Nowhere-Thing7 Nightmares of Halloween Pt. 6: The Nowhere-Thing10 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