horror short stories
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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See you tomorrow for “Mimetic”!
“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?”
“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.”
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See you tomorrow for “Principle”.
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 @.
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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