Horror

#91 – Intense

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yosh-ginsu

Marbled streams of fire shifted and wound through hissing clouds of acrid smoke.  Fissures broke open like wounds, finding each other and melting into flickering rivers before swollen dams of black rock rolled across and cut them from the night sky.

A maelstrom swirled high above, peppering the shifting rock with ashen pumice as forks of lightning shruck at the ground.

The old man looked on, fingers tightening in his palms.  Tears fell at the beauty of it.  His heart broke as children screamed.

One last toll of the church bell broke the air.

Fire leapt.  The screams stopped.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Yosh Ginsu via Unsplash.

Pompeii sprang to mind when I read “Intense”.  There was a man who witnessed it and survived – Plinny the Younger.  It’s hard to imagine how terrible it was for him to see.

Today’s story title was donated by fellow blogger and author Angelica Kidd, who is just beginning her submission for NanoWrimo as of yesterday!  Follow her progress at https://angelicakidd.wordpress.com/.

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#73 – Nightmare

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Peter gasped, his eyes flicking wide and searching the darkness above him.  A shiver ripped through his body as he fought to grasp reality.

It was so real,…. so very real,…..

Peter could feel sweat dripping over his skin as he span his feet from the bed, sitting and struggling to calm his breath.  He could see the silhouette of his wife asleep beside him.

There was no girl in the garden.  There were no flames.   He smiled.

Peter stood and walked to the window, checking the lawn below.  Nothing.

Only the reflection of the dead girl in the glass.

(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image by Steinar La Engeland via Unsplash.

Today’s One Word Story title was suggested by Angelica Kidd, author of the Write On Blog which you can find by clicking here.  Thanks Angelica!

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#67 – Attic

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“Hey, there’s still stuff up here!”

Peter’s head was poking through the loft hatch, his hand tugging at the light chord.

“What was that, honey?”

“There’s stuff!  Boxes.”

Liza watched as her husband lifted himself into the attic.

She sipped her coffee.  “Any antiques?”

Peter laughed.

“For your Pop to sell for beer money?”

“I was thinking of renovations.”

Something fell down and clattered at Liza’s feet – a child’s doll, its face smudged with soot.  Dead glass eyes stared up and she choked at the sudden smell of smoke.

“Honey,…” Liza’s voice was a hoarse whisper.

“We need to go.”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Promo image by Rodion Kutsaev via Unsplash.

Today’s word was suggested by Bristolian and avid supporter of the OWOS project “Orignal Tracey”.  You can follow her on Twitter @sunsetbeachbabe.

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#55 – Unknown

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It was hard to breathe in the gas mask.  It was hard to see the monitor, let alone the Petri Dish.

The white lights glared from the sterile steel of the bench.  In the quiet of the lab Susan’s heart thundered.  Her hands trembled.

She pressed a sample to the dish, the monitor swarming with a mass of writhing black lines, striking out at the human cells.

A tear rolled down her cheek as Susan looked from the screen to the gallery.

“Doctor?”

“,…..  Two weeks.  And then,…”

She hadn’t the heart to say it.

“Call the President.”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Promo image by Jesse Orrico via Unsplash

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#41 – Foreseen

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The red of her nail shone in the glaring light beneath the crystal ball.  With a flourish, the teller skimmed her fingertip across the glass, the faintest whine as the nail tripped the gleaming sphere.

Anabelle rolled her eyes, her arms folding in petulant disregard.  Silently she counted the crass theatrical fluff of the performance: the costume-jeweled headscarf, the obvious LED light stand under the ball, the vague smell of a smoke machine.  She tutted.

The fortune teller looked deep into the ball, her face flickering in shock.

“Lemmie guess: tall dark stranger?” Anabelle spat.

“No,” the teller whispered.

“Cancer.”

(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image by Gioia Fabbri via Unsplash.

Today’s story title was suggested by fellow short story blogger RockieRoad276.  Thank you so much – I’m looking forward to more fab stories from you.  You too can follow them by visiting rockieroad276.wordpress.com/2016/05/06/amber-short-story/

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#38 -Mortal

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The priest stood, frozen and immobile, the chalice hanging limp in his fingers as it tipped against the lips of the kneeling penitent.  His gaze trembled, eyes wet with fear.

The man was standing from the bench.  He wasn’t moving.  He wasn’t talking.  He was just there.  As he blinked a tear free he saw the child curled on the bed.

There was a sharp jolt as the penitent coughed, wine spat against the priest’s robe.  The chalice clattered to the floor, the man still watching as the red soaked into white.

Not again.  Never again.

“God forgive me.”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image courtesy of Luca Baggio via Unsplash.

Today’s word was suggested by Horror Author extraordinaire Carrie Green.  Writer of the fantastic New Blood trilogy, you can discover more about her at http://www.carriegreenbooks.com and tweet her @CarrieGreenBook.

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#27 – Crepuscular

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The little Goth Girl creeped Steve out.  She’d been quiet all through the movie and she was quieter now.  But Daisy liked her and tormenting her was fun.

“I Vaaaant to suck your bloooood!”  Steve laughed.  He didn’t know why Daisy wanted to see such a terrible movie but it meant getting to third base so,…

He punched the Goth Girl’s shoulder hard, throwing her sideways.

“Is that what they think Vamps are like?”

“They do.” The Goth Girl turned on Steve.  “But we’re not.”

Both girls were laughing now. Both girls were smiling.  Both girls’ eyes were blood red.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Promo image courtesy of Aurélien Bellanger via Unsplash.

Today’s title was suggested by Farnham Fun Palace – an event that takes place in October this year.  Find out more by tweeting them @FarnhamFunPal.  

The great thing about writing a whole new short story every day for a year is learning all these new words!  I’d never hear Crepuscular before.  And now I bet you’re going to Google it,…. yep, I thought so.

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