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Families line the streets. Kids are bundled in coats, hats, gloves and blankets. Adults stand or sit in folding chairs, hands in pockets or laps, their excitement matching the children's. A chill hugs each person tight. Teeth clatter, legs shake and dance; people trying to stay warm. Hot chocolate and coffee work for a while, … Continue reading Not Like It Used To Be
At the same precise time every year, come dark on Christmas Eve, A blighted spirit springs to life, the ghastly GLITTERGRIEVE. As children try to fall asleep, it’s scurrying 'cross your ceiling, A shadowy nook it'll find itself, (one prime for self-concealing). No bigger than a walnut yet, this nasty little shade. Observing from his … Continue reading The Ghastly Glittergrieve – A Christmas Cautionary Tale
Left Under The Tree. Ash Hartwell. Bethany crashed to the icy pavement in the pitch-black alley, and immediately wished she had chosen not to wear the shoes with the kick-ass heels. During the office Christmas Eve party, where, incidentally, she had looked every inch the Partner-to-be, they had been the … Continue reading A Christmas tale from the twisted mind of Ash Hartwell.
Twas the night before Christmas when under the moon A feeling of sadness was followed by doom The children were still in their beds drenched with red While toys giggled madly and danced on their head A doll with one eye held a knife in the air The Robot ate entrails with Ole Mr. Bear … Continue reading Terrible Toys (A Christmas Poem) by Lisa Vasquez
They’re all dead. The whole town. Not a living person to be found. Hank leaned against the truck, a cigarette between his lips. He wasn’t much of a smoker, but he might not see another day, so why not? The first cigarette he had ever smoked made him lightheaded. It gave him one hell of … Continue reading Flash Fiction, Hank Walker Style
Years ago I was part of a forum, yes there were forums in the old days, that was a Richard Laymon fan group. We were small but because close. Even though the forum is long gone the group is still around, just now on Facebook. We are all still good friends even though we span … Continue reading A blast from the past . . .
I received my first brown bag in the mail a week ago from one of Stitched Smile Publication's authors, A.J. Brown. The Brown Bag Stories are delightful in their own horror-y ways. You get a mysterious package in your mailbox once a month with a new short story from A.J. Brown, a talented writer whom … Continue reading The Brown Bag Stories: A Different Kind of Mailing List