Unedited, Uncensored, Unsettling... An absolute bumper crop of freshly plucked horror this week, as a great many of you rose to the challenge posed last week. Namely, to pen a poem based on one of the pictures kindly provided by Stitched Smile's own resident poet James Matthew Byers. This week sees contributions from Tilby Noir, Dan … Continue reading Stitched Saturday
Unedited, Uncensored, Unsettling... Welcome to another Stitched Saturday! This weekend sees three stories - one from yours truly, one from regular contributor Mike L. Lane and a suitably chilling tale from newcomer Aiden Leingod. Enjoy! Oh, and keep your eye out for the next challenge tomorrow in which we've got something very special planned! A Bad Workman - … Continue reading Stitched Saturday
Unedited, Uncensored, Unsettling… Welcome to another Stitched Saturday! This week we have a bumper selection of stories by myself, Draven Ames and Mike L Lane - all the stories were inspired by the picture that precedes them. This weeks excellent inspirational pictures were chosen by the aforementioned Mike 🙂 There'll be another Stitched Saturday Flash Fiction … Continue reading Stitched Saturday
Unedited, Uncensored, Unsettling... Apologies for the slightly later Stitched Saturday post than usual, horror fans. This week has two tales of terror inspired by the attached inspirational picture. A sinister little tale from the ever talented Mike L. Lane and a little bite-sized piece of written by me. Without further ado... Freckles - Mike L Lane “The … Continue reading Stitched Saturday
Unedited, Uncensored, Unsettling... The Flash Fiction challenge this week was a little different - as opposed to a single picture, three were given as inspiration. We have four pieces of short fiction from four writers for your delectation and delight. Thanks to Mike L. Lane, Jason Morton and Tilby Noir. The picture that inspired each … Continue reading Stitched Saturday
Unedited, Uncensored, Unsettling... By Jason Morton It was over. All over. Nothing left to care for, love or feel. We killed it all. Hope was a concept of the past, a means to Deliverance, deliverance a means to not feel guilty as the bombs fell. Those in charge never cared, they were out for the … Continue reading Stitched… Tuesday!
By David Court They say that if you listen hard enough on a dark windless night, you can hear the screams of laughter over the distant echoes of a discordant carnival calliope. But not tonight. The only sound tonight is that of relentless rain, the occasional crack of thunder slamming through the firmament to break … Continue reading Stitched Saturday! 3.25.17