Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Ela Lourenco @ElaLourenco @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

The True Tale of Goldilocks
by Ela Lourenco

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The True Tale of Goldilocks
by Ela Lourenco

Goldilocks, of creamy skin and flaxen hair
Goldilocks, young girl, so innocent and fair
Stumbled upon an empty cottage in the forest
Hungry and tired, stopped a while to rest.
Dust covered furniture, mouldy and rotten
In this desolate place time had forgotten
Ignoring common sense, she laid down to rest
Knowing not she was in the nest
Of creatures of the night – the ones from nightmares
Putrid ghouls – to catch unawares
and feast upon the purest souls
That would be their only goal.
To roam the Earth sight unseen
To find innocent essence for their queen
In this tale, there are no three bears
No porridge, mis-sized beds or chairs
She did not escape, well fed and rested
For as she slept, her spirit was infested
With fear and hatred and blood lust…

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Lori R. Lopez @LoriRLopez @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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by Lori R. Lopez

In a desert kingdom where most were poor
A tramp arrived at a gate lugging a bag of tricks
“Permit me to amuse as I travel door to door,
My wit much sharper than a thousand pinpricks!”
No sooner had he entered, the spry Jester leapt
On the shoulders of a guard, as if riding a steed
With an agile somersault would he intercept
A lance-thrust by another, transformed to a reed
Cartwheeling, he unraveled colorful sashes
Traded turbans and tangled each oaf with a band
The visitor pinched noses and tugged mustaches
Swapping purses of coins for pouches of sand
Filching scimitars and daggers, he cleverly juggled
Then bowed at applause, leaving soldiers red-faced
Next he dropped their possessions and huggle-muggled
Skipping and hopping while these mad men chased
The Joker through a market — outfoxed to stumble

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Selah Janel @SelahJanel @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Little Nightmare
by Selah Janel

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Little Nightmare
by Selah Janel

She was to be sent to the outside world. There was no escaping it, no argument to be listened to. Many had gone before her and now it was her time.
Still, she couldn’t help but ask “Mightn’t I stay with you, Mother? After all, I am small-“
“Better to sow fear, little nightmare,” She replied. There was no title, no proper name. Human terror of her had long ago stripped her of such pleasantries, and the million paranoias she birthed to petrify them with only knew her as mother. She allowed herself a quiet smile that hid razor teeth, just as gentle eyes hid black intentions and horrific thoughts. “Better to lure the unsuspecting in their dreams and pummel their souls until they are ripe for the feasting.”
“You’ve had your lessons. You’ve sat at my…

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A Kick in the Bucket List – Brent Abell

Today on my blog, I’m hosting a piece by Brent Abell in support of his blog tour about his new novel, The Calling. Here he’ll talk about what he calls his ‘writing bucket list’. We all know what a bucket list is. But when you’re a writer, everything revolves around your work, even the things you wish to achieve before you kick the bucket.

A Kick in the Bucket List

Brent Abell

I’m sure everybody out there has a bucket list. You know, the list of all the things you want to do before you die. Some people want to skydive. Some want to travel to new exciting tropical locations. Others want to go off and spend their kid’s inheritance on a week-long shopping bender.

Yeah, all of that sounds fun, but I’d rather finish off my writing bucket list.

When I started out, I sat down and thought long and hard about I wanted to accomplish with my writing. I had certain goals and other projects I wanted to complete before I bought the farm and took a dirt nap. So, here is my list. Overall, I haven’t done too badly and I hope to wrap some more up real soon.

  1. Get published. This one is a no-brainer. When you sit down and write those first words to a story, of course you want to be published. I’ve hit this marker numerous times and I hope to keep ticking this item off over and over again.
  2. Finish a novel. I began focusing only on short stories. At the time, I believed you had to earn your way up by starting small and building to longer works. I also partially did this to grow into novel writing. After a bunch of shorts and a novella, I wrote the first novel. Check.
  3. Be featured in a magazine. This is one I’m only halfway through. Yes, I’ve been featured in a few eZines, but I still want to have a print magazine appearance. Once I have a print magazine in hand, I’ll check this one off.
  4. Scripting a comic book. I am a huge comic guy and I really want to do this. When it comes to what I’d script, I’d go for either an adaptation of one of my stories or I’d like to do something original.
  5. I want to write a screenplay. This has a lead and I’m starting to adapt something for submission to a production company. I write with the movie of the story playing in my head anyway. This is a goal because I’m wanting to have an IMDb entry. It sounds shallow, but it’s really not.
  6. Continue to meet fans when I go to conventions and have readings. I started out early on this one. Even before I thought about a bucket list, I’d checked this one off. The first story I wrote, I read at a small conventions’s open mike and it set me on this path. It helped having one of my idols enjoy the reading. Now, I love marking this one when I go to a con and meet someone who loves the books. I write what I like and if other people like it, it’s icing on the cake.

I’ve met a lot of people and shared a lot of laughs on this journey. Writing has been fulfilling as both an escape and as an outlet to let the demons free. I count myself lucky to have readers enjoy my work and I hope the items on the bucket list, as I check them off, will give them new ways to enjoy the dark trips into my brain.

Read below for information about Brent Abell’s new novel, The Calling and to find out a little about Brent himself.



The CallingBrent Abell

Carl Volker has a problem. After waking one morning with a hangover to find his wife gone, he notices a crow stalking around his yard.  As days go by with no word from his wife, more and more crows gather.

Frank Hill is sheriff in the seemingly pleasant town of White Creek. Up until recently, his job has been fairly mundane but after a recent spree of murders, bodies are beginning to pile up and Frank has no clue as to who the killer may be.

White Creek has kept its secrets hidden well over the years but the sins of its past are coming to light; the town harbors an evil and the bindings that keep it in check are beginning to unravel.

As Frank and Carl’s friendship is tested and their destinies are revealed, the dead accumulate while the crows watch and The Calling begins!

Available on:

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Brent Abell lives in Southern Indiana with his wife, sons, and a pug who sits around eating the souls of wayward people. His stories have been featured in over 30 publications from multiple presses. His work includes his novella In Memoriam, collection Wicked Tales for Wicked People, and novel Southern Devils; which are available now. He also co-authored the horror-comedy Hellmouth series. Currently, he is working on the second book in the Southern Devils series and the next book with Frank Hill in the White Creek Saga.

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Twitter: @BrentTAbell



Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author E.A. Black @ElizabethABlack @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Spirit Journey
by E.A. Black

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Spirit Journey
by E.A. Black

The chief of the Mitsogo tribe handed a ceremonial mug filled with iboga root to Dr. Ambrose Peters, who choked down the bitter concoction and waited. Followers of the Bwiti religion which he studied required he go on a spirit journey. What would his totem animal be? An eagle? A python? He had hoped for something majestic to match his ego. Neither a squirrel nor a dung beetle would do. No, his animal must be big, proud, and strong. Like him.
His journey began with the sound of buzzing followed by intense dizziness. In moments he found himself moving quickly through the Gabon jungle. What was he? A quick glance down revealed broad tan paws. A rushing sound guided him to a river where he looked into the water.
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The Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Marge Simon @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Conjur Wife Redux
by Marge Simon

I was a lowly accountant and she was a shy young thing. A head of unruly red curls, and a keen attention to anything I said. She stole my heart! How joyful I was when she agreed to marry me. Her pot roasts and desserts were heavenly, and she never complained about anything. In the space of two years, I rose to be manager of the firm.
All that I just took for granted until one stormy night when gargoyles were flying about willy-nilly as they have been wont to do since we moved here, I caught her in the kitchen invoking a spell.
“Is that creature in the air with a scorpion tail a kindred spirit?”  I asked.
“Of course he is, Malcolm,” she replied with a twinkle in her emerald eyes.  “Is that a problem?”
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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Melissa R. Mendelson @melissmendelson @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

by Melissa R. Mendelson

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by Melissa R. Mendelson

I found the doll in the garbage.  Well, it wasn’t in the garbage.  It was left on top of it, and I almost didn’t see it when I was walking the dog.  But then it caught my eye, and there was the doll staring back at me.
The doll was left in front of my neighbor’s house.  Only one light was on, which might’ve been her bedroom.  I remembered that she had long, red hair, and the doll’s hair was like hers.  Then, there were the rumors.  One neighbor had heard from another that she could not have any kids, and then that neighbor told my mother.  Shortly after that, little girls began to disappear around town, which reminds me that I should head back.
I walked away from my neighbor’s house when I noticed a thin, red string…

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Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Julianne Snow @CdnZmbiRytr @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Tea Time
by Julianne Snow

Some people like tea with their scones and jam but I find a warm cuppa’ is always better when I’m below ground, working with my darlings. Now I know most won’t call them darlings, but given the situation, and their crimes, allow me this small embellishment to keep my better nature in check.
In the light of day, I’m quite mild-mannered. Just a sweet, young woman working a job at the local bookstore, seemingly minding my own business. But at night, oh yes, at night, my less congenial side comes out to play.
You see, I like to eviscerate. I like to maim. And I love to kill. But not just anyone, mind you. My proclivities are saved for a select few who just don’t understand how to act in society. Those who inflict unnecessary pain, unnecessary carnage, unnecessary…

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The Ironic Fear of a Horror Writer

The Ironic Fear of a Horror Writer

by Lee A. Forman

As a writer of horror, I often create disturbing material and describe it in great detail. I come up with some pretty abnormal things sometimes, and my Google search history is not so savory… This is something all of us who’ve taken the journey into this genre have in common. But there are ironies in being a horror writer. Things that just don’t add up.

For me, it’s clowns.

Yes, clowns.


Movies and books are fine. Killer Clowns from Outer Space is a movie I enjoy. I love Pennywise the Clown. And my favorite zombie in Zombieland is the clown at the end.

But real clowns? Get them the hell away from me. No offense to those who’ve worked hard to graduate from clown college (yes, that’s a real thing, you have to go to college to be a clown), but the mere sight of one chills me to the bone. Every time I took my kid to the circus, I made sure to stay far away from them. County fairs? Nope, I look the other way and walk quickly by before they try to make some kind of balloon animal for me that will haunt my dreams forever. I’m terrified of them. And I have no idea why.

What ironic thing frightens you as a writer? Feel free to leave a comment below! I’d love to see what fears other writers of the genre contend with!

Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author A.F. Stewart @scribe77 @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

Ghosts of the Grasslands
by Pen of the Damned’s own A.F. Stewart!

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Ghosts of the Grasslands
by A.F. Stewart

Call to me, oh sunlit savannahs, oh plains of desolation.
Call to me from blood soaked ground and smoking ruin.
I can see you.
Your shadow that once roamed, that lived as king.
Shall I tremble as you roar, stalk on soft padded paws?
Shall I bless the dry winds as they blow you the scent of prey?
Or shall I cry lonely tears of what we have lost, you and I?
We traded life for death, laughter for the expanse of time.
We burned it all for a cold, cold universe.
And now we live with the haunting memories,
The ghosts of who we were and all their screams.
You alone give me comfort.
You, of the haughty stare and the regal essence.
You do not judge what we did.
You understand. You know death.

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