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Can you write a horror story in a single Blue-sky post?
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Can you write a horror story in a single Blue-sky post?
Follow me here, share this post, then add your story to this thread.
Best story by midnight this Saturday (GMT) will win any one of our great horror anthologies!
Link to our books: https://shorturl.at/0NotP
🖤💀🖤
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I tentatively step onto the precipice, adrenaline licking at my heart.
They shout laments like "stop! you deserve to live" and I cringe.
Crimson and ice flash, blurs the salt in my eyes. Sirens.
But I stole him. From his Mummy. I stole his light.
I step off the edge.
He paled as he heard her, then everything went dark.
“Leave me alone!” I yell and hang up.
But my phone rings again. She is relentless.
I never should have buried her with her cellphone.
Is anyone else seeing this?
Is anyone else out there?
Up ahead, a giggle.
He passed a glistening pile wrapped in shreds of a uniform matching his.
Get the girl. Get out.
Though she doesn't want to go.
They can't fend for themselves when we're gone. Better this way. Women and children first. My hands move, and there's silence.
The seal breaks with a gasp.
"Hello again, darling."
That’s before I felt her warm breathing on my neck.
She blurted it out in shock, and only dad overheard it.
Now mom is becoming gaunt, too, as she continues to search for the video after their deaths.
"Ed?" Static. The stars she'd studied in the sky were absent from space; void, but for two devilish dots in the eyes of Orion.
"I'm keeping the deposit for the mess" he chuckled.
"We'll get through this," Sal says to me. "We just need to stick together."
But this close, I can see the tell tale red flecks in his iris. That's not my Sal and I know what I need to do.
I can't go to the dentist. Not for this. They'll laugh, like in all the nightmares. No, this is on me.
The insides of my molar worms and wriggles, daring me.
I put the pliers to that worm, the metal cold on my lips, and swear, "This is the last one."
Last night it was a waxing moon. He checked. It's fine, he thought, not me.
But she covered the hallway. Scoured like the door. Charlotte. Her blood and that acrid stink.
The howl was human, broken. But its echo would come.
"Because, sweetheart, that's where the humans live, and you always eat yourself sick."
“Sorry I’m late,” I called. “There was a crash on the interstate. Took them ages to clear it up.”
They ignored me, eyes glued to the screen.
“When’s Mum coming home?” Sam asked.
“Dunno.” Jack glanced at his phone. “She’s not answering my texts.”
"David?"
My son collapsed into the house. Skin ruby from the abusing gas, lips gashed, he pawed at my legs. I closed the door just as another chopper buzzed by.
"They shot at us," David whimpered.
"Good," I said, and grabbed the phone. The tip line was three digits.
He smiled at me with little milk teeth.
“Green means go!”
I held his gaze as we stepped onto the street.
A flash of white.
A metallic crunch.
We’re standing at the crosswalk again.
This time, his eyes are red.
He doesn’t smile.
“Green means go.”
Gods, I wish I'd bought health insurance when I had the chance
BTW I'm getting an error when I click on the book link in the post - not sure if it's because I'm in the Balkans or something else
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