GoosefleshSimultaneously, cats STARE past my shoulder.Gooseflesh5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What Lies BehindWhat Lies BehindWhat Lies Behind5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ralph Connors was a regular customer of his cafe for more than a year. One evening he saw a new customer, a young woman. He saw her in the far corner of his favorite cafe, sitting alone at a table and sipping a cup of Earl Gray tea. She stopped for a second, perchance feeling his gaze, and smiled a shy careful smile. He noticed but avoided responding. He felt something feline about her. He walked over to the news rack and selected a magazine. Then he returned to his table. A moment later, when he arrived, he found her seated there. She gazed at him with cool green eyes and asked
"Were you looking at me a moment back?"
"Well, I tried not to. It's not really polite."
"Oh, that's quite all right. But you must know about me. I'm attracted to men like you. I have a kind of hunger for men like you," she replied.
"Yes exactly."She suddenly pounced upon him like a starved jungle cat and gnawed at his shoulder. He screamed.
VindictiveDreaming vengeance, I wake tasting blood...Vindictive5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Beloved (Murder Microfiction )The struggle lasted... not all that long, to my tastes, but my victim would've disagreed. Once again I find myself marveling at what even a severely dissected body is still capable off, fueled by the desire to live, to escape.Beloved (Murder Microfiction )5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I clean up, and admire my handiwork some more. How weak-willed am I? Very, I conclude when I ravage the body further with my teeth, gnawing, swallowing. Even though I already ate. We all have urges, and I never denied I had my own.
I gather up what's left, go to the house of my beloved. I let myself in through the bedroom window – insect screens never stopped me before. Carefully, I arrange my present onto her side of the bed. Already I can hear her, at the bottom of the stairs. The sound of my name, spoken by her, is my personal Heaven.
-”Mittens? Is that you?”
my cat is sadmy cat is sad.my cat is sad3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
no one else in his family is a cat
we are all human except for him
he is excluded from most things
and no one tells him why
he just wants to play
and be loved
he looks at us with wonder
he says hello i am a cat what is my existence
what is that / why it and not me / please can you look at me
and love me too
can i have some of your food please I'm sorry i don't like my food so much
do you want to play with my toys? this one is my favourite
do you like me
are we brothers
why didnt i grow up
why am i so small
can you help me be happy
where are you going
For Mother, I'll dieFor Mother, I'll dieFor Mother, I'll die4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He couldn't see.
He couldn't see a damn thing. He felt the damage, but he couldn't see what they had done to him. There was someone there, sitting somewhere, and he wanted to know who they were, what they were. Heck, he didn't even know if there actually was someone there. His senses were so messed up he could only tell he was hanging right side up because of the tug on his ruined horns.
His eyes oozed with blood and tears. Pus would soon replace it if he wasn't treated. Who would rescue him? No one of course. No one would ever rescue him. Where was he? He wasn't on the ground anymore, a symbol of blood drawn around him, fire and drums and dancers and chanters. They weren't around him anymore. They had gotten what they wanted.
His insides stung and throbbed due to exposure of the dusty air. He was red stained from blood, so much blood. His skin was lacerated, down his arms, down his legs, horrible horrible cuts. His bones were cracked and pierced through his
Horror Writers Unite contest entry whatevery.He limped through the hallway with fear in his eyes, slipping on blood, panting, out of breath.Horror Writers Unite contest entry whatevery.2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Behind him, the ever-present screams and shrieks of pain from the others echoed off the dark walls.
A Gentle TouchThe fingers that crawled through my hair have gone still, curling inward like the legs of a dead spider.A Gentle Touch4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Your hands were always lovely, but I can hold them better now.
I Knew You Were TroubledI knew you were troubled. It was that glimpse of darkness behind your eyes whenever I asked certain questions. I dreamed of one day gently, tenderly, prying you open and extracting that darkness. I’d pin all those black thoughts under glass like butterflies and then I’d reconstruct you, make you whole again, our nights together filling the cracks in your soul.I Knew You Were Troubled11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Even so, I couldn’t quite make out the shape behind the curtain. I never would’ve guessed your secret had I not walked in on that moment, seen the body on the floor and your hands red and slick. A miracle you got such a good grip on my throat. My heart quickened, perhaps not for the “correct” reason. Luckily, I had my pepper spray handy.
I know it hurts. Having your darkness laid bare like that, you must feel broken down, but don’t worry, my love. I’ll fix you.
Our MasterAs the disheveled monstrosity heaved itself upon its pedestal of violence and gore,Our Master4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
unblemished by heavenly things and swayed by all unholy,
it spoke in its mighty voice, irrevocably calling through the mists of time.
Balancing itself between the cavernous depravities of hell,
and the spectacles too wondrous for its eyes alone in the sky fortress of heaven,
mankind's unstaunched harbinger of all,
and heir to nothing,
smiled with its bloodied, edged teeth,
as the playthings walked their merry way this very day.
Night FeedersThey come in the night and feast upon our flesh.Night Feeders5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In the morning bones are all that remain.
Letter to my Lost LoveMy Dearest Love,Letter to my Lost Love5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I miss you. Is there a better way to say it? Is there a way for me to truly convey the depth of my emotion to you? Every waking moment, I’m thinking about you and remembering what it is to be in your arms. Every night, you walk in my dreams and try to save me from this horror I’m living. Is there a way for me to be with you again? I wish I knew.
All these long months alone have opened my eyes, in a way. All the things I took for granted have been taken from me. Do you know what it is to have every moment of your day dictated for you? Everything, from when I wake up to when and what I eat to what I do for fun, are all planned for me, and I have no choice but to follow.
This place has taken you from me just as surely as what’s wrong in my own mind. Was I really that bad off when I came here? When I entered this falsely clean and happy place in an attempt to get better, what was really wrong? It’s been so long now that I can’t remember if I r
The Diary of Professor Ronald ClaringtonThe Diary of Professor Ronald ClaringtonThe Diary of Professor Ronald Clarington1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Emeritus of Miskatonic University
I was busy with final exams in the subject of psychic phenomena. Upon reading about linking minds, I had the sensation of being contacted but I could not identify the caller. His psychic signal seemed particularly adept and I could barely resist it. So I demanded his ID; but he merely whispered that I knew him.
'Whisperer? Why do you seek to contact with me?'
'Professor, you are well-versed in the books. You know which books I refer to, of course.'
'Yes, unfortunately I do.'
'Unfortunately? Why don't you think that, Professor?'
'It has brought me to this current condition. Do you bring more books?'
He laughed a low, humorless laugh .
'No. The black book is truly enough. Professor, I recommend that you read the appendices one more time .'
I looked towards him a moment, thinking that reading the appendices of Necronomicon would be the death of me. Then he seemed to vanish. I heard him no more.
My Demon SleepsWalking through the high grass, I made my way to the edge of the green hedged forest. Massive and intimidating, the straight trees seemed to stretch on forever. Gold light playing through them from sunrise... casting abnormal and oblong shadows through its suffocating depths.My Demon Sleeps1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The fog rolled and swirled occultly around each step I planted, as I attempted to invade its thick dominion. Though only being fog, it felt like quicksand, slowly impeding and pulling me down.
As I contemplated it's swamping effects I became ominously aware of a bare circle on the forest floor.An unorganic area that this lethargic foe seemed unable to invade. As if against a barrier the gloom created a perfect circle. My destination at last... where my friend,the demon, sleeps.
"Demon friend! I've come to speak to you!" I shouted.
The fog turned to mist, and seemed to flee from the circle in quivering waves, until a grotesque claw ripped up out of the soil. The wretched ally of mine emerged from the earth one appe
A Trick for NightmaresI have a trick for nightmares:A Trick for Nightmares11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Step 1: Realize you’re dreaming. This part is always easy for me.
Step 2: Start hyperventilating. Breathe in-out-in-out-in as fast as you can and you’ll start to wake up.
Step 3: Wake up. You might have sleep paralysis and be unable to move at first, but just keep hyperventilating and soon enough it’ll wear off. After that I like to turn on the lights and read something to clear any lingering cobwebs from my mind.
This trick has worked every time I’ve done it before, but I’m afraid I messed it up this time. After he got in my house I hid in the closet and then performed Steps 1 and 2. I’ve gotten to the part of Step 3 where I’m hyperventilating and can’t move, but I somehow skipped the part where I wake up. Should I start over at Step 1 again?
ClosedClaude M. PariahClosed1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You . . . have your mother's eyes," he said "but nevermind that! Claude, tell me about yourself . . ."
"Are . . . you happy?"
"Umm . . . yeah. I am. I'm ah, working at a petro-firm as a tax assistant. I moved out about a year ago, and . . . I'm getting on real well, yeah"
Pariah claps his hands.
"Fantastic! You know, it was a closed adoption. That was . . . probably for the best. Your . . . mother and I weren't in the best state to raise a child when you were born. As you well know . . . we were young"
My father looks somewhat disturbed. I don't want to see his face that way after just meeting him. I loosen my tie and smile reassuringly.
"No hard feelings . . . Mr. Pariah"
"Ha . . . yes, Magnus. I know how these things work. The details don't matter. I want . . . to get to know you better . . . if you'll allow it"
My father relaxes, putting up his feet. His hair is turning grey, just slightly. For a moment, silence. Then-