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I’ve been working on a collection of horror stories for a a few weeks. Some have been published before, but a bunch of them are brand new.
I just got the final version of the cover and decided I wanted to share!
Mostly because it’s awesome. 🙂
You like?
I wrote this short piece last year for for my Flash Fiction Friday. It’s still one of my favorites, and since it’s downright haunting, I thought it would be a great story to share for Halloween week!
Scroll down to the end for links to all of the horror anthologies that I have stories in!
The soldiers huddle in our sitting room, their filth-covered uniforms marring my mother’s flowered couch and their boots leaving dirt, grime and more blood on the once cream carpet.
One of them stands by the boarded up window, looking out a crack. Waiting for either rescue or death.
Only one of these things will happen. Some of them gaze at pictures of lovers, other children. One prays. The others wish they had enough faith left to do the same, but they do not.
Click.
As one the soldiers turn toward the door with wide eyes, wondering if this is the end.
“Charlie?”
The man at the window squints into the darkness beyond. “Nothing.”
“Must be the house,” another said.
A collective sigh of relief brings the soldier’s back to a more relaxed posture.
The silence has been broken, so the soldier’s begin to talk.
“We just have to last the night.”
“All we have to do is stay in here, and they can’t get us.”
“This isn’t war, it’s genocide. That’s what the history books will say.”
Their voices start at a whisper and rise to a normal volume. Someone cracks a joke, and everyone laughs.
Click.
“What the hell is that?”
“Charlie?”
“Still nothing out there.”
“Are you sure?”
“You want to come keep watch?”
Silence.
Click.
One of them said a word my mother would have washed my mouth out with soap for.
A few stand and draw their weapons.
“Check every room.”
“We already looked.”
“Now.”
The soldiers split up and go through the ravaged kitchen, the dining room where blood covers the table my parent’s bedroom and mine. Where my little sister and I used to sleep.
Their ragged breathing echoes in the hallway, and the floorboards creak under their weight.
Click.
“It’s coming from the basement.”
“We know what’s down there.”
Click.
“Damn, it!” The soldier is on the edge of what my father called hysterics. “What the hell is making that noise?”
“Just relax. Two of us will check it.”
“I’m not going down there again.”
“Then stay here like the coward you are and go relieve Charlie.”
Click.
“Fine.”
Two of the soldiers pluck up enough courage to come back into the basement.
I wait.
One of them puts his nose in the crook of his elbow. “Smells horrible.”
Click.
They stop on the stairs and mutter curses, or maybe prayers, under their breath.
A beam of a light searches the room. After a few seconds, they finish their descent.
“Nothing, Just the bodies.”
Click.
Another beam joins the first, and their heads turn toward me.
Their eyes go wide, and they both take a step back.
I move another bead on the abacus. Once my father’s. He would be upset that I was playing with it.
Click.
One of them says something that must be a curse word, but I do not know it.
I rise from my squatting position and walk toward them.
They are much taller than I am, but it doesn’t matter. Their knees began to shake. A dark stain appears at one man’s crotch. The other draws his gun and fires it at me.
The bullets pass through me and bury themselves in the wall.
I say nothing. I just keep walking toward them.
They both scream and run back up the stairs.
“Get out!”
“Go, go, go!”
The others hesitate, but not for long. I float up through the floor and materialize in the middle of them.
The coward screams like a girl and runs to the door.
“No!” the man called Charlie yells.
But it is too late. The others are terrified, and they run out into the darkness. To their deaths.
Charlie goes to try to rescue his companions. His attempt will be futile.
I close the door and lock it. The wails of the Hunters come. I hear the sound of gunfire. But it soon stops.
The Hunters won’t come inside. We’re already dead.
I sink back through the floor and gaze at the decaying bodies of myself, my parents my and baby sister.
Soldiers did this. More of them will pay.
I settle back into the corner.
Click.
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A little Flash Fiction for Halloween!
Alec the Greatest @AlecTheGreatest – Aug 1
On a field trip for school, and our ship seriously crashed into some rocks. It sounded like Cookie Monster crunched us like an Oreo and made sure to clean up all the crumbs. #ithoughttheoceanwasmadeofwater
Alec the Greatest @AlecTheGreatest – Aug 1
Eighteen of us—including the super hot Rawlins twins—are on this spooky island with a tiny pocket knife, a couple of metal slabs from the ship, my phone and my back up battery. We think it’s a survival test, and that no one really drown. Like the fake bus crash last month. Good thing I know how to make a fire without matches. #summercampftw #extremelearning101 #moonlightstrollalongthebeachhereIcome
Alec the Greatest @AlecTheGreatest – Aug 1
The nerds decided we should explore the island so we split up. My group hiked along the beach and the others started looking for ways to get rescued. #boring
We found this little village thing with grass huts and a huge stone pyramid. No one was home. The Rawlins twins say no one has been there for a long time and then they started jabbering about ancient stuff. #notasromatnicasIhadhoped #nevergettinglaid
Alec the Greatest @AlecTheGreatest – Aug 1
Two guys are puking their guts out. One of them keeps saying he’s seeing a tall dude covered in scars. The nerds say it’s a fever. I say #wheredidtheyfindthedrugs #wedontevenhaveanybeer
Alec the Greatest @AlecTheGreatest – Aug 1
I tried to get Barbie to walk with me on the beach, but she said there might be sea urchins. Not sure what little kids would be doing here, but whatever. Going to try Buffy next. #imayhavetotakedrasticaction #breakingoutthesmolder
Alec the Greatest @AlecTheGreatest – Aug 2
Two dudes got stabbed in the heart. The teachers are really stepping up their game with the effects in this scenario. The twins thought it might be real, but we put the “bodies” in the trees, and the next time someone checked they were gone. #murdermysteryonadesertedisland
Alec the Greatest @AlecTheGreatest – Aug 2
The nerds think we should move to a more secure location. We left a message written in rocks for the rescue party. It leads to the other side of the island. #maybebeingsmartisokay
Alec the Greatest @AlecTheGreatest – Aug 2
The guys with the fever are dead, and two more got stabbed. The nerds have us looking for the murder weapon. No luck. We’re required to go everywhere in groups. The twins are a little freaked out. I promised to keep them safe. #makeoutsessiononehappened
The nerds made us search the rest of the island. It’s deserted. I’d love to know who owns this place. #therehavetobesecrettunnels
Alec the Greatest @AlecTheGreatest – Aug 3
Two kids “died” from an infection. Sick, green puss pockets broke out all over their bodies and then exploded. The school must have hired the makeup artists from #thewalkingdead #cantunsmellthat
Alec the Greatest @AlecTheGreatest – Aug 3
More have been stabbed, and still no luck on finding the killer. Even the D & D girl who split the island into sections so we could search it again is stumped. #imthinkingshesthekiller
Alec the Greatest @AlecTheGreatest – Aug 4
The D & D girl is dead. Obviously she wasn’t the killer because three died after her. Unless she’s a ghost. #goodthingidontbelieveinghosts
Alec the Greatest @AlecTheGreatest – Aug 4
There are only six of us left. The twins and I split from the other three. One of them has to be the killer, and we have a plan to catch them. #winningthisthing #makeoutsessionthreeiscoming
Alec the Greatest @AlecTheGreatest – Aug 5
I’m totally freaking out right now. After a little action on the beach, I woke up between the twins and had to pee. I found blood on Barbie’s shirt. I went to wake Buffy, but she had blood on her shorts. #wtf #psychotwins #imoutofhere
Alec the Greatest @AlecTheGreatest – Aug 8
The twins are hunting me. I’m looking for the other three, but can’t find them. Maybe the twins already got them. I can’t figure out how to end the game. Do I have to kill the twins? Or get off the island? Or merely be the last one standing? #ihategameswithoutrules #beinghuntedbytwinsshouldbesexy
Alec the Greatest @AlecTheGreatest – Aug 10
I heard drums beating and ran all night. I woke up this morning on a hill. Problem is, I went to sleep down in the trees. The twins aren’t around, and there is dried blood under my fingernails and on my pants. It’s not mine. I searched for the other three from the boat. No luck. #amigoingcrazy
Alec the Greatest @AlecTheGreatest – Aug 12
I found the twins. They’re dead. Stabbed so many times that parts of them look like hamburger. No makeup artist could do that. #theyredeadforreal
All of the others have disappeared. The drums keep beating, but I can’t find them. I screamed for an hour, begging the teachers to stop this, but they aren’t there. #iamalonewithakiller
Alec the Greatest @AlecTheGreatest – Aug 14
I followed the drums to the village. It’s empty, but I see the ghosts of the people who used to live there. A voice whispers in my head that they had to die. That my friends had to die too.
Alec the Greatest @AlecTheGreatest – Aug 15
I found the murder weapon, and I know it is mine. Or rather, it belongs to the voice in my head. I have become the body for the voice. I can barely type this. It is controlling me. I will kill again. #iampossessed
Alec the Greatest @AlecTheGreatest – Aug 16
We wait for a way off this island. Then revenge begins. #someonepleasekillme
Alec the Greatest @AlecTheGreatest – Aug 24
You in the rescue boat #run
Some of you have been with me for a long time, and others are new recruits. Some of you know I dabble in horror and other’s do not.
Since Halloween is a week away, I thought I would introduce (or reintroduce) you all to my horror short stories.
Three of my horror stories are in anthologies. These anthologies are organized and put out by the Utah Horror Writers. Each year they give a theme, and then writers have to incorporate that theme into a short story or a poem. Here are the three that I am featured in.
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My story in this anthology is about a couple of questionable characters trying to keep what’s lurking in the lake under the salty waters.
My story in this anthology takes place in Park City, where people have become monsters, and the no one knows which is which.
Anyone wonder what it’s like a vampire’s next meal?
I wrote this flash fiction story (less than 1,000 words) when I was in kind of a bad mood. It shows.
I have another flash fiction horror story that will be in an anthology that comes out later this year.
Also, all of my Flash Fiction Friday stories are horror this month. Not to mention there are about ten more if you go through the archives. Some of them are really good! Sometimes I give myself the chills.
What are some of your favorite horror stories?
