Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Tawny Kipphorn @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Atlas

by Tawny Kipphorn

Each night I watch as the moonlight dances upon the shore. The high tide and full moon are the only ingredients necessary to achieve the grand prize, but tonight the alignment of Jupiter alongside Ursa Major and Minor has filled me with a warm delight. One could endeavor to rip open my chest to reveal what has replaced my heart, and all they would see is the mighty Atlas, encased within a block of ice.
This perfect marriage of planetery proportions shall assist my navigation of the mythical vessel. My dreams are plagued by visions of the Arcus lighthouse and the raging waters of the Sea of Callisto. I know within her depths, beneath the mounting pressure, lies Atlas himself upon her darkened floors. Like Poseidon bereft of his mighty trident, I wander eternally before the vista, transfixed by…

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

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Shadows and Light
by A.F. Stewart

Dark dreams and sunlight orbs, buried deep within the Brackmore Woods.
Every child in the village knew those words, every bedtime story contained their echo. Don’t stray off the path, don’t wander too far into the forest. Something wicked lives deep within the woodland.
I learned that and I obeyed. Until today. After the rules changed. After… well, things got desperate. I went past the boundaries, past the whispers, into the shadowed forest. Where the only light came from the wicked. There, in the dirt, I sketched a rune and said a dark, sacred name.
For a moment, I waited. Afraid they wouldn’t come, and afraid they would. Then came a growl, then two, and three, then a thousand. And the eyes, so many pairs of yellow eyes. I trembled, but I found my voice and…

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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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Breakfast
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.”
“But-“
“You’ve had your lessons. You’ve sat at my…

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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.
An intense feline face surrounded by a bushy mane of…

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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

Confinement
by Melissa R. Mendelson

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Confinement
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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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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