Rhonda Parrish introduced me to Loren Eaton's Advent Ghosts event, and I thought I would take part this year. In the spirit of the Victorian tradition of telling spooky Christmas stories, Loren challenges participants to write a Christmas themed scary drabble (a story of 100 words). Be sure to check out Loren's site, where he… Continue reading Advent Ghosts 2019
The diner was busy. Richard preferred it that way. In the maelstrom of humanity he was lost. It was almost as good as belonging, or how he imagined it to be. The waitress smiled at him as she took his order. She smiled at everyone, but Richard felt her smile was particularly bright for him.… Continue reading The Thief of Souls
I knew the minute I walked into the room something fishy was going on. I could smell warm bodies, lots of them. Then the lights went on, and a couple of dozen people shouted ‘surprise’ in unison. I groaned, and obviously snarled, as my expression was met with lots of shocked gasps from my guests.… Continue reading Surprise!
Daisy shrieked as Paul pushed her closer to the gazebo. “If you can last five minutes without screaming, you can have all my chocolate for the month,” Paul said. Daisy clamped her mouth shut, balled her fists and nodded. The gazeo was scary, but she loved candy. “Time starts now.” Paul’s final shove sent Daisy… Continue reading The Secret of the Gazebo
Mandrake followed the path through the snow to the screaming stones. He found them arranged on an altar at the foot of the mountain where the trees ended. Some were big stones, carved with intricate representations of people in fine clothes. Others were small, the figures simply done. Each one contained a soul. “Wait, don’t… Continue reading The Screaming Stones