October 2017 Flash Fiction – Horror

  The whole collection is live!   Oct 31:  TRICK OR TREAT   It is a thousand years from now.  Whenever now is, it’s a thousand years after that. A cure for mortality has been created—crafted—perfected.  Humanity has moved to the stars.  Why not?  We have literally nothing better to do than to explore the […]

October Nights: 31 Tales of Hauntings and Halloween Available on Kindle A collection of flash fiction: 31 tales for the 31 nights of October.  As wide a variety of horror as I could come up with–from Barker to Bradbury to Zenna Henderson. SPOOKY SHORT FICTION – PERFECT FOR A HALLOWEEN NIGHT! Thirty-one horror tales of

  Oct 30: GHOST   “It’s experimental,” Whitcomb said.  “So we’re not sure what’s going to come out of it.  It could be about as interesting as giving a toddler a keyboard.” “You know what they say,” Nicholls joked nervously.  “An infinite number of monkeys typing on an infinite number of typewriters will eventually type

  Oct 29: FULL MOON   Mary could only leave the house on a full moon.  The doctors said she had agoraphobia, but that was because they didn’t have a word for what she had.  She had always thought it rather strange—that the inside of her mind was determined by words, rather than the other

  Oct 28: CEMETERY   The day was gray and depressing.  The golden leaves had all fallen and been raked away, and the hills around the cemetery were dull as pot-metal from all the bare tree branches.  One or two evergreens speckled the vista, but for the most part it was scenery in need of

Oct 27:  MASK   Whenever I get a diagnosis, I’m never really sure that it’s my diagnosis.  I have what I have nicknamed Mystery Autoimmune Disease, or as my sarcasm-laden boyfriend likes to call it, “MAD Cow Disease.”  I forgive him because he painted me a picture of a Holstein cow in a can-can dress

Oct 26:  VOODOO   Sam’s kitchen wasn’t one of those photogenic open restaurant kitchens.  Au contraire.  It was stained floor tiles and a gaping grate in the middle of the floor, battered heavy-guage pots hanging from blackened hooks, a walk-in baking oven with yellowed glass, a mixer with a bowl that could hold a couple

  Oct 25:  TRANSFORMATION   I found it while going through an old newsgroup, looking for a copy of one of the first poems that I ever wrote.  Rec.alt.tentacles, the newsgroup where all the cool kids hung out back in the day.  Everyone pretended to be some sort of extra-dimensional being of godlike status.  I

  Oct 24: BONES, PART II (Haven’t read part I yet?  It’s here.)   It was time to face the airplane.  Lakeisha’s son lay injured in a hospital in Hawaii.  She had to go.  Cars and trains would not do, of course, but Donte, in a delirium, had left her a message:  The bone man

  Oct 23:  MAD SCIENTIST   My best friend and I hadn’t talked for eleven years, after the accident.  She said she was sorry, I said I’d never ride in a car that she was driving again, and she said if I didn’t trust her absolutely then I didn’t deserve her friendship, and I said,