This year vssGhostTales is releasing a prompt every week for 2023 and in my infinite wisdom, I have started a poem. Each week, I'll add a new verse based on the prompt word that carries on the story. Will I manage to keep this going for 52 weeks, will I remember each week? Only time … Continue reading Ghost Tale (a prompt poem)
Tag: horror
Blending – #NYR2020 flash fiction entry
Here is my entry to the #NYR2020- New Year's Revolution Flash Fiction Event. My theme word is evolution I had tried all avenues open to me. They had stolen everything, including my pride. But it was time for a new approach. In my current form I was helpless, pathetic. But I had the tools to … Continue reading Blending – #NYR2020 flash fiction entry
Lesson Number One #MonsterMash2019
The following story is an entry for Monster Mash 2019 which can be found here on Siobhan Muir's blog. My entry is inspired by the quote: "Do not read the Latin," Marty, Cabin in the Woods. The word count is 745 (exc title). Make sure you visit the Monster Mash page to read the other … Continue reading Lesson Number One #MonsterMash2019
From above (a short story)
“What do you think’s up there?” Arioch looked nervously at the moving staircase. They moved slowly, tauntingly. He had approached them earlier and they had sped up ever-so-slightly; he had not gone near since. They never seemed to end. With each second a new, grey, metallic step emerged from the depths and rolled upwards, forming … Continue reading From above (a short story)
The Monster in the Cabin
The walkway had remanants of ice creeping round the edges, climbing out of the water and trying to reach me. Each step took a huge amount of effort to stay upright. It took even more effort to keep going forward. The water itself was calm. It was as pristine as a mirror, completely without blemish. … Continue reading The Monster in the Cabin
Losing friends – a short story
The radiator always reminded her of him. The distinct little scratches in the pipe work and the gouges in the skirting board behind. She gave a weary sigh and sat at the table, cupping her hands around her hot coffee mug. It had been four months now and she was starting to feel lonely again. … Continue reading Losing friends – a short story
She Walks – a prompt short story
She sucked the colour from the land. She sucked the colour from the sky. As her bare feet carried her forward, the plant life around her withered and died. It was as if she was poisoning the very air that surrounded her. Black hair flowed around her face and down her back, tangled and knotted. … Continue reading She Walks – a prompt short story
Lexikon 