$500 Halloween 50 Horror Word Story Contest 2019

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1. Overheard at a Halloween Party

   Mummy: Anyone seen the invisible man?
   Dracula: Is this blood spiked?
   Human Fly (to Zombie Woman): Rotting flesh is so sexy.
   Wednesday (to Jeckyl/Hyde): Your duality lacks irony.
   Mothra (to Godzilla): Gotta light?
   Jason:
   Santa Claus: I gotta get out more.
   Ichibod Crane: Can someone call me an Uber?

2. THE DETROIT RIVER

   The simple plan- booze and pills, then sit on the bridge rail, lean gently
   back, and drown. But it wasn’t time. Instead, I leaned forward
   onto the icy sidewalk. New footsteps, me gently lifted, a whisper- ‘It is time.’
   Then the icy undertow, and new found peace. It was time.

   1. I went to an art show a few years ago, and saw this tremendous
      art, wanted to meet the artist. Turns out she had killed herself
      in the Detroit River the night before her first art show age 19. Of course
      I was horrified, but the depressed part of me also found it
      kind of romantic like Virginia Woolf. Those who have been depressed
      can understand why I could say such an awful thing. Anyway it’s
      haunted me, so I wrote this.

3. YOU LAUGH, YOU LOSE!
   Welcome to the Fun House. I’m your host Jimmie J. Jaxon on the only TV show where if you laugh, I get to dismember you and your loved ones! I enjoy watching human intestines get thrown up as I make you lose with my twisted and deranged sense of humour.

4. A MESSY REVENGE

   Ever since the torture sessions had started, I became more and more curious of the color of IT’s blood! I wanted to heart IT scream.. but not from anger, nor from making us obey IT’s orders, but from the cruel pain I would offer! I’ll have my revenge! I promise!

5. Title: Dreamswept.

   Sleep was good. It was warm and comforting, and it let the illusions of your mind echo and whisper around you. Great stories of mystery and magic, things you could never dream of in awakeness. But that was just the thing wasn’t it?
   And now they won’t let you go.

6. Title: Death of a God.

   Have you ever killed a god? Seen the light of a thousand galaxies dim in its eyes? Knowing that you did this. You, an unremarkable mortal caused the death of something so ancient and beautiful.

   It’s intoxicating isn’t it? That feeling of power.

   I’d do it again if I could.

7. Title: The dark.

   Scared? Is is odd, is it not? That people are so deathly afraid of the shadows from whence they came. Though prehaps that is a warning, embedded in our minds from long before. A warning, least we forgot that we were not the worst thing to emerge from the darkness.

8. Drowning. Hands gripping her ankles, pulling her below the waves. She fought to keep afloat but found that struggling only brought her deeper. Why was this happening? This wasn’t supposed to happen. not to her anyway, never to her.

   The others felt the same as they finally pulled themselves free.

9. ‘Samhain’
   Cats bawled in the alley under my window and I dragged myself out of bed to see. Below the streetlight, eyes glittering, they yowled. A still, cool autumn night dragged from sleep and raked with noise. Then I saw the shape crumpled in the gutter. It moved for the drain.

10. The title is ‘Her Last Night’
    The curtains swayed, but the windows were closed. It was night, but instead of silence, eery croaks were heard. The door moved, but no one was behind. Every item on the shelf slowly tilted. Shadows shaped as gnarly hands cornered her. This was the end for her… Or was it?

11. IN THE AFTER

    I held his hand while he died.
    And then I held her hand.
    And then I held their hands.
    Big hands. Little hands. Calloused hands. Soft.
    But the one that brought the most tears from me wasn’t a hand, but a paw. That was the loss I suffered the most.

12. CAMPGROUND FULL

    “None!” she said when I phoned, but I found spots online.

    Shuttered office — can’t ask to speak to her supervisor.

    I set up in a deserted campground. A stake bends. I’ll demand a full refund.

    Darkness. A falling acorn breaks the silence. And another. And another and another and another.

13. LOW BATTERY

    Don’t hang up!

    I’m somewhere — it’s not another prank. Please.

    It’s cold and damp; something is sliding closer over stones in the dark. If you could just . . .

    911 can’t . . .

    Use Find My Friends and – I said sorry before. Don’t hang up; I’m begging y-

14. Asylum

    My throat’s buzzing quickens.
    Open my mouth to speak but spiders crawl from my teeth in place of words.
    Thick red liquid rising against my throat, threatening to drown out every breath.
    Nothing’s here but haunting whispers.
    Blink and all will disappear.
    Smile for the cameras, you know they’re watching.

15. Psycho.

    Scratch.
    Scritch.
    Sharp blade
    On her clothes.
    She struggles. Squirms. Squeals.
    Cut through her pant leg. Mmm so smooth.
    She whimpers. You relish in her terror.
    Bounding, echoing screams.
    Lovely call of death.
    You chuckle. Kill her with one stab.
    Shrieks fade to nothing.
    Blood pools.
    What have you done?

16. Recurring Fright Nights

    Wide-eyed, deep first breath of air, falling gracefully turns into flailing, losing speed. Five meters till ground. Splat. Repeat. Clowns screeching into your face in every angle. Splat. Darkness all around. This ending is unknown.

    “Please end it.”

    Splat. Wake up into minimal light, panting, sobbing. Here we are again.

17. The Contemporary

    Gimme that mask! Look how spooky I look: Buau waa ha ha haa. Real pagan style, like those guys in the Celtic fairy tales. Can’t wait for tonight: My brother is coming as Voldemort and Siobhán is McGonagall! How did we manage before Harry Potter? I’m telling you, it’s scary.

18. The Colonist

    My humble ancestors, with reverence and dread of heart, pleaded your mercy. Yet you cease to plague, in New World as in Old.
    I must honor your evil: Hallowed respite it brings. For my living goodness depends on it. And that of clan, tribe, culture.

    Woe that it were otherwise.

    ☘️

19. The Samhain Trilogy

    The Celt

    Beseechment alone flows these veins: Realm of Horror, be swept from my door another year.
    I beg on humbled knee and cajole with fiery limb: Be rid, that my clan may live unterrored.
    Your bidding lies executed, observe this blood drenched blade, this order obeyed.

    Will you free us not?

    ☘️

20. Melody Falling

    Heart pounding, I stumble, Melody whimpers, gushing blood now trickling. No service. No help. I’m flagging under her weight; he’s gaining.
    Fuck! My foot’s caught.
    His axe glints.
    My daughter, dead weight now, matches the one in my chest. I sing her makeshift funeral. Through music nothing can hurt us.

21. A NOT SO SCARY MIME

    It’s Halloween! The mime’s in the park
    pantomiming things like werewolves,
    witches, and being trapped in a coffin.
    He scares no one, and sulks in despair.
    A very scary colleague in makeup approaches.
    “Please, some advice on scariness?”
    His new friend Pennywise beheads and eviscerates him,
    blood spurting. “Fucking mime.”

22. THE GUT BUCKET

    The Gut Bucket is an industrial wet vacuum
    we use during autopsies to clean up fluid and
    tissue bits. Sometimes it goes on all
    by itself during an autopsy, rises in the air,
    spins spewing sludge, and talks to me.
    In my Speedo covered in blood, I listen.

    1. This story has two grains of truth. Once during an autopsy, the vac did go on by itself
       for about 20 seconds, then turned off. Second, I worked with a pathologist who
       said in the early seventies- pre aids- one of the pathologists would do forensic
       autopsies in a Speedo, making cleanup as simple as showering. I have no reason
       to doubt the veracity of this claim.

23. Wolf’s End

    The blonde carried her gun with a single silver bullet to the party at which her beau had declared undying love a year ago. She pushed her gun into his sternum and pulled the trigger. He slumped to the floor. That her bullet killed him was proof of her love.

24. LOVE IN THE AMELIORATION ZONE

    It’s tough in the zone, all the women left
    are mutants. Smeck and I are making it work with
    her tongue-less speech, cyclops eye, transparent skin,
    and even that pregnancy scare, when the fetus’
    semi-liquid remains slithered out her womb-hole.
    Actually, I’m in love.
    Shame she has to be euthanized.

25. THE TWELVE PILLARS OF SALT

    The ceremony started with prayers- they
    asked me to accept their nebulous God
    and embrace a lifetime of servitude.
    We sat in a circle with bitter and vile drinks, and eviscerated
    our demons for all to see. A mentor was chosen,
    but I refused. I never went back to AA.

26. SACRAFICE FOR DARKTHRONE

    Ivar blue, with needle in arm, his friends investigate.
    Jgorn asks, “Dead?”
    Henrich answers, “Ya.”
    Together they shout, “Sacrafice for Darkthrone!”

    At the Death Metal concert,
    Ivar is held up between them.
    They are ready. First chords crush eardrums,
    Ivar roars to life, levitates with
    two bloody heads. Darkthorne genuflect.

27. MY LITTLE TOY

    I found the tiny fetus outside the library.
    It was smashed, bloody, and blue.
    On the subway he rode in my front pocket
    like a baby kangaroo. Occasionally he’d pop
    up, I’d push him back down. A little girl
    across from me saw this, so I gave her a wink.

28. THE CANCER EATER

    The doctor hovers gently stroking
    the patient’s large superficial tumor.
    “Embryonic Rhabdomyosarcoma- extremely rare”
    “I guess.”
    “It’s also a sensual epicurean delight.
    Consume or be consumed!”
    The doctor dives his head down.
    “What the fuck?!”
    He rips the flesh with his teeth, chomping
    on succulent chunks of cancer, drooling profusely.

29. Stuck in a Madhouse

    right, left, right, left
    she slowly walked into the darkness
    laughs, giggles, screams could be heard from either side of her
    farther and farther into the darkness she went
    people begging for mercy, screams for help echoing
    she looked behind and saw a hand before her reaching for her throat

30. Impending Doom

    I felt it creeping closer. The hand reached for me and I recoiled. The mouth was agape and I could see read eyes gazing at me. It grabbed hold of me and before I knew it, was draining the blood from me. I fell limp as my soul left body.

31. DUCK’S BLOOD SOUP

    She slit the duck’s throat, drained the hot blood,
    added spices and salt, then simmered till done.
    She spooned it in the baby’s mouth
    and said, “Odysseus is dead, and soon you
    will inherit the land of the blind.”
    The baby cooed and glared at
    her with his single eye.

    1. I did an autopsy once on a cyclops baby, it’s a real thing, and looks like it sounds. Stuart Dybek wrote a story about duck’s blood soup, inspired this.

32. FIRE AT THE FUNERAL HOME

    “Child inside!” they shouted. The fireman
    rushed in; toddler was alive, but
    engulfed in flames. The child turned to smoke
    and entered the fireman’s mouth.

    Smoke inhalation autopsy said. He was laid out when
    doors slammed and the casket smoked.
    Next day the headline read: ‘Fire at the funeral home’

33. Dead Awake

    I awoke out of my body. It lay lifeless on the floor. I panicked. Then my body started to move. It rose from the floor and brushed itself off. It walked over to the mirror and peered at its reflection. Over its shoulder it peered at me and smiled sinisterly.

34. hurt my heart

    It trickled down my arm to the tips of my fingers,
    What had I done, it had to be done.
    He hurt me; I only repaid the favor.
    His screaming still rings through my head,
    But with a kick, his lifeless body tumbled down the hill.
    I was finally free.

35. BLACK ANTS PINK EYE

    I scratch with fingernails drawing blood,
    yet they persist, crawling as one on either side.
    Lye, tar, a magnifying glass in the sun- all are useless.
    The doctor says it’s pink eye- but I insist it’s the
    black ants that cover the whites of my eyes.

    1. The anesthesiologist enters.
       My eyes shut.
       They open. I expect to get up. But no.
       I’m paralyzed.
       He drills into my stomach, the blood streams down my body.
       I try to scream.
       It hurts so much.
       I long to die.
       The doctor looks at me.
       I plead silently…
       he smiles.

36. THAT GURGLING SOUND

    “Shit man. Awesome! That
    gurgling sound at the end.”
    I look up from my vomit, “It wasn’t
    supposed to happen that way!” pushing her hard.
    “Fine.” She flicked a chunk of brain
    from her shirt at me,and walked away. Now I
    hear that gurgling sound every day.

37. The anesthesiologist enters.
    My eyes shut.
    They open. I expect to get up. But no.
    I’m paralyzed.
    He drills into my stomach, the blood streams down my body.
    I try to scream.
    It hurts so much.
    I long to die.
    The doctor looks at me.
    I plead silently…
    he smiles.

38. Darkness

    Darkness consuming the light. I move ever further away from it, but it follows. Closer it creeps, coldness reaching out of it, reaching for me. Fear consumes me as it grows ever wider. My heart races as it approaches. Trapped in a corner. Darkness far and wide, it consumes me.

39. Wolf

    The full moon glistened in the sky. I was compelled to run towards it. Its power over me was strong, drawing me into the wild. I could feel the change coming, from my head to my toes. Changing from human to beast, my nightly ordeal, but tonight I embraced it.

40. Shapeshifter

    My body shifts from form to form. People fear me for being different but I am not so different. I can change from human to beast in a matter of seconds. From woman to man if I please. Maybe when I see you I will choose to look like you.

41. Vampire

    Moving through the streets in the darkness. My fangs sharp and ready. I can mesmerize you with a glance. The moonlight keeps me company as I stalk my prey. I take only what I need, but so easily can I bleed you completely. You surrender to me against your will.

42. Mummy

    And I awake dark and cold. I emerge from my tomb. Wrapped in my bandages. The world has forever changed around me. My family rest but I do not, disturbed by grave robbers who seek my riches. I will see that they pay and return to rest before the dawn.

43. Demon

    I can induce fear with one thought. I am what nightmares are made of. You have been told tales about my kind since the beginning of time. You fear me. Embrace me and find a world beyond your wildest imagination, if you are brave enough. Join me in the darkness.

44. Ghosts

    We are the unseen. We are the forgotten in some cases. We can move through solid objects without disturbing them. We walk amongst the living but you don’t even know. We are different and many. We cover the globe. We come from all ages of this world. We are ghosts.

45. Zombie

    I’m trapped. I’m panicking. I can’t breathe. No one can hear me scream. My coffin is six-feet under. They buried me. They thought I was dead. The oxygen grows thin. I claw at the lid of the coffin. Then suddenly they dig me up. I am alive but barely.

46. Knight

    The night the earth stood still was the night I faced my foe. Bathed in flames he flew from the skies. A giant, deadly beast, known as a dragon. I drew my sword and raised my shield. He swooped from above and knocked me to my knees, my kingdom ablaze.

47. He Killed Me Before I Died

    “Hush child.” I hear him drawl softly. I hide beneath my covers; my hands are sticky as I grasp to the knife covered in someone’s blood. The covers lift slightly. “You’ve done well.” Closing my eyes I feel his cold breath against my cheek, “So, hush child, it’s over.”

48. Eyelashes Don’t Taste Like Much

    She’s stiffer than I’d expected her to be from two day in the freezer. The chicken we’d kept in there never got this stiff.
    I cut her eyelids off to see her eyes. Brown eyes don’t look as pretty frozen. I wish I hadn’t cooked them.

49. I Am Time and I Am God

    Death hath killed many, but will not find me.
    Lust hath kissed many mouths, but his lips will not touched mine.
    Sloth hath put many to sleep, but I never tire.
    They will never get me, because I got them first.

50. THE CYST

    The pathology resident stared at the huge ovarian
    cyst- a presumed dermoid cyst- in theory full of hair, sebum, and teeth.
    He cut it open, quite a shock – acid and worms
    splattered the gross room walls. The acid burned while the worms
    burrowed, making their way into his brain.

    1. Dermoid cysts actually do contain skin, teeth and hair, and anything else it decides to make, like brain, lung or cartilage. They could conceivably make a human like a monkey could write Shakespeare. Although benign, any of it’s parts can become malignant. So you can get brain cancer in your ovary . I saw that once.

       1. I really love all your stories, they are very creepy!

51. It’s the hands goddammit those hands. Mangled flesh reaching for mine tearing me limb from limb before death and blood loss released. Waking up is hard harder when I have to get up from bed and face what’s left of earth outside a barred window. I wish I’d stayed asleep.

52. Naegleria Fowleri

    The blob was unrelenting, stalking the main arteries and gobbling anything in its path. They’d pulled out every weapon in the book to no avail. The blob was relentless. An afternoon of swimming in the canal had turned into a bloodbath. The Fernandez girl was dead. Whose kid was next?

53. Young Veins

    She loved the rush—flushed cheeks and young veins, the pinch piercing skin and releasing sanguine spurts, the warmth spreading through her like hot cocoa, the prowling in sordid back alleys to score. She loved the rush of licking the last drops—a vampire sucking life from young veins: heroin.

54. Chasing The High

    She’d known it before—her first buzz, her greatest orgasms, the night the Cubs had won the World Series… This was different, though. Her synapses fired optimally. Time slowed. Colors were brighter. She’d never felt more alive than in death, in her first kill drunk dry and all those after.

55. From the Deep

    It’s a sweltering sailing South Florida’s lulling swells under shimmering skies. The latest beats bathe the deck, filled with revelers sipping cocktails. A seagull swoops past, absconding with a shrimp cocktail. He stares off the starboard side alone. A hug of icy tentacles tug him to Davy Jones’s locker—depression.

56. Fading Faces

    I scour books at the local library to corroborate pages of great-grandpa’s journals. In yellowing black and white pages, I see names, dates, and faces. Great-grandpa’s accounts are as sterile as the portraits of the A-bomb clinics on page 128. A silent gaze stares back behind the fading memories: radiation.

57. Apartment

    Every night, the screaming started exactly at midnight. I ran next door, knocked but no one answered. As I turned away to walk back to my apartment the door opened behind me. No one was there. I stepped inside and the apartment was empty, only the darkness loomed around me

58. The House of Horrors

    I awoke in the house of horrors.
    My heart was beating out of my chest, my fear beyond belief.
    My arms and legs were strapped in chains.
    The host of the house smiled and turned away, pressing the button on the wall …. slowly the chains started to pull.
    Killing me.

59. The Hole

    Dim light streamed into the hole. The hole was deep and wide, and I couldn’t climb out. I tried until my arms ached and my fingers bled. Then the dirt started too be shovelled down on top of me. Coming down fast, I screamed as the dirt buried me alive.

60. Hunting for Revenge

    My legless corpse slithers across the grimy asphalt. I am hunting. Hunting for revenge. Tied ruthlessly to the train tracks, my severed legs remain to be picked at by starving beasts. I clench onto rough stones as I drag my bloody body forward. The pain? Meaningless.

    I’m coming for you.

    1. Good job. I like the imagery.

61. Creature

    The water was deep. I thought I was alone until I noticed the pair of eyes peering at me from a few feet away. They weren’t human eyes but there was great intelligence in them. It started to move forward, before I knew what was happening it me dragged under.

62. AGENT DEAN

    “You are the alien.”
    “Impossible- I’m agent Dean, alien hunter.”
    “You crash landed in 1963, now it’s time to go home.”

    Agent Dean looked out the ship’s window
    and ignored the alien staring back at him in the reflection.
    “Home- a planet of aliens, and agent Dean, an alien hunter.”

63. JACK

    ‘I am Jack. I will control you completely, you will destroy everything
    you love. In bottom of the sewer you will live, longing for God, begging
    for death.’

    “For a little ol’ bottle, you sure talk a big pile of bullshit.” Then he poured
    himself another drink of Jack Daniels.

64. The Flight From Hell

    I was on a plane.
    All the passengers were dead, blood pouring from their faces.
    Panicked, I yelled for help. No one came.
    I ran to the cockpit to see the pilots were winged creatures that looked like devils.
    They screeched, “join us in hell, child!”
    Into hell we descended.

65. SUBURBIA PRAECOX (#65)

    Plastic ravens- made in Japan- poke at my eyes, while
    antique tin locusts pour from my mouth, seeking silicone lawns. And
    you- with your Walmart pliers and toothpaste gall- remove my
    insisors with two quick jerks. Now at the Day-Glo jungle
    gym, mouth closed, I can do nothing but thirst.

66. Survivor

    The tattoo covered the scars on his skin, a feckless attempt to heal the scars within. The morning was etched in his mind, a never-ending Groundhog’s Day of shots ringing out and his classmates’ screams—every night and every day until a hot shot in his vein ended the pain.

67. Shattered

    He screams my name, and I bolt towards the gym. Faster! Faster! I crash into the glass, a thick pane now boxing me in. I hit the pane with my shoulder, punch it, kick it, scream. He screams my name. I bang at the unshattering glass, but I’m too late.

68. Killers Within

    Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Her heart rate rises as she races to the hoop. She shoots. She scores! Blood pumps to her flush face. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. She rushes back to cover the player downcourt. A flick of the wrist strips the ball for a breakaway. Lub-dub. Lub—the killer within strikes mid-beat.

69. No-Face

    A botched suicide, he aimed for his Brains, but blew off his face. Out and about, you could catch a glimpse of No-Face downtown, or at his grocery cash register, his line always the longest, a freak on display. When I went through, I always said, ‘Hi dad, plastic please.’

    1. No-Face is real, and he roamed the streets of Lansing MI circa 1980. My friend an I were driving around, and he yelled, ‘It’s No-Face’ but by the time I turned it was too late. First and last time I I came close to No-Face. (If you use No-Face for a fifty word story, use the hyphenated form it gives you an extra word.)

70. APPLESAUCE (#67)

    Timmy, applesauce?
    “No, I’m not a child; I’m forty-five, not five.”
    “Oh, honey, you will always be five.”
    “Stop it mother! What is this place.”
    “A place free from panic and pain.”
    “What have you done to me?”
    “It’s time for applesauce with the
    tiny blue specks. Your favorite Timmy.”

71. 50 WORD HORROR STORY SUBMITTED FOR
    CREATIVE WRITING CLASS (PROMPT: FRUIT).

    Her head was bigger than a cantaloupe, but smaller than a watermelon,
    and hair like a shredded jackfruit dyed brown. Her fingers were like
    bunches of bananas, except they weren’t yellow. Her small breasts,
    like two halves of an orange, nippled with raisons. Add yogurt,
    liquefy- she’s the perfect smoothie.

72. The Ever-Present Door

    Within the dark recesses of my mind lies an ever-present door. Its existence to me is as ancient as the stars, and its pull on my heart grows fiercer. I dare not approach the cracked red wood and tarnished silver handle, but with each passing dream, I grow ever fearful.

73. Beware the Red Bird

    They say that a red bird foretells a forthcoming visitor, whether they be friend or foe; the cardinal forewarns like the prophets of old. Nevertheless we must beware of the red bird for doom is imminent, and as the red birds gather round me, I soon grasp my unpleasant fate.

    1. I like this one. I’ve always thought cardinals are creepy. The Catholic kind too- works on two levels.

74. The Woman

    Dreams are mere portals to another dimension, of a world unseen yet seen from behind mine eyes, and behind those eyes stands a woman. She is cloaked in widow rags, black and tattered, with a rotten shroud that obscures her face. Gloom surrounds her, and I stand before her abandoned.

75. If you count the words- as some I know do- you’ll
    find there are 51 words in my story. Ha ha, my
    cleveryness knows no bounds! Wait, is this one
    disqualified?

76. ‘My eyes have burst, my tongue removed, my peter salted,
    and you have forced flaming maggots into my umbilicus.
    Why I asked…I mean written this in question form: why Satan have
    I earned your wrath?’
    “Everyone hear has sinned horrendously,
    but yours is the most heinous sin of all: 51 words.”

    1. If you count the words- as some I know do- you
       will find my story is 51 words long. Ha! My cleveryness
       knows no bounds. Wait, does this mean I’m disqualified?
       Because I can make it 50 you know.

    2. Title is

       MY HEINOUS SIN

77. NOSFERATU GOES TO THE DENTIST

    “Can you save the incisors?”
    “300 years old, ground to a pulp, they have to go.”

    Nosferatu walked despondently down the street with his new dentures. A snotty boy teased, “Nice teeth- nnottt!”
    Nosferatu’s reminded of the cruelty of his youth (scary teeth- nnottt!) and crying in his mother’s arms.

78. LITTLE TOKYO

    The_prononator, wordass69, and ebookeater7, are but a few of my foes on Writer’s Ferry blog. They mock my fan fiction and spit on my poems

    But now they all live in a one foot cardboard town called Little Tokyo. And me with my latex suit, gasoline and fire- Godzilla’s revenge!

79. Trapped

    Sunken cheeks, hollow eyes, torn lips until no flesh remains.

    Nails splintered down to the wick. I can lose a finger, maybe two.

    Troublesome skin tears like sandpaper. The prints vanish, making me anonymous.

    My broken legs can’t carry me out of this pit. It’s getting dark. They’re coming.

80. Commitment

    “I love you, Mommy.” His voice rings empty in the darkness.

    Grubby hands seize my face, pulling it towards him.

    His mouth takes my breast, sucking hard. Grown teeth leave a bloody ring.

    My eyes drift to the nightstand, our wedding rings stare back.

    “I love you too, baby.”

    1. Good one, I didn’t see where this was going, nice ending.

    2. Forever Mine

       I walk alone through the old ghost town. A window blows open and a voice from the dark starts to whisper “You can’t hide. You are forever mine.” I start to walk away fast. The wind starts blowing and the voice is getting louder and keeps repeating “Forever mine.” RUN.

81. A Small Stick

    “It’s just a blood draw. It’s all routine.” I tell myself for the hundredth time.

    A pretty girl in cartoon scrubs calls my name.

    The room smells like sickness, the chair pulls me in.

    She turns with eyes the color of pitch and smiles. “You’ll feel a sharp pinch.”

82. REAR VIEW

    Careless owner backs over dog.
    Muffled pop.
    The crushed mongrel’s anus ejects streamers of
    moist entrails across manicured Kentucky green.
    Howling.
    Death.

    Weeks pass…

    Midnight door scratches,
    opened; nothingness.

    Invisible paws ticktac across hardwood floor.
    Doubts, dismissals, regrets.

    Slumber.

    Snarling startles.
    Toothy chops shred flesh.

    Shrieks silenced, ruby viscera– remain.

    1. “moist entrails across manicured Kentucky green.” Most excellent sir!

83. THE KISS ARMY

    The three foot soldiers of the Kiss army- Ace, Chris and Paul-
    hold the chosen groupie down while General Simmons
    dismembers her with the chain saw. While the three then gorge
    on her flesh, Simmons heads back to the bus to design a bitchin’
    action figure set about the murder.

84. While walking in the woods, she hears a sound that is like heavy breathing. She looks towards the sound and as if in a trance, she walks towards glowing red eyes, even though her brain is telling her to run. Chainsawing was heard throughout the countryside. Death has struck again.

    1. Hey, sorry! I forgot to add my title, but it wouldn’t let me go in and fix it 🙁 Anyways, the title would have been “Its Me Again”
       Sorry! Hope you enjoyed it anyways! 🙂

85. Universal Experience

    He stands in my doorway in the darkness, his hat covering his eyes. I stand too, watching. He never comes closer. I thought he was mine, but once I heard someone say, “This weird guy in a hat stands in my room.” Everyone went pale, saying, “He follows me too.”

86. Angel

    “Don’t fear, child.” Limbs extend, morph, multiply into tens, hundreds, thousands – reaching, grabbing, groping, holding. His legs merge into tail, his eyes close and open on his face on his hands on his chest on his organs oh Lord he can see everything, he can see me. “Don’t be afraid.”

87. Paid Punishment

    Did your brother eat your leftovers in the fridge? Best friend steal your boyfriend? Call the Execution Hotline today! We specialize in dismemberment; however, we aren’t afraid dirty our hands with a little beheading. This weekend enjoy a BOGO hanging or electrocution. The world is a better place without them!

    1. I like that your mixing it up, not the standard narrative.

88. The Ovation

    The empty auditorium contained a machine that was a hibernating beast. The girl awakened it effortlessly with the touch of her slender fingers. Back slouched, head bowed, she devoted herself to the ivory keys. The sweet sound she emitted was beautiful.

    And, when it was over, she heard the clapping.

89. HAITIAN GIANT FLYING SQUIRRELs

    These carnivorous squirrels lure monkeys into their trap with fermented bananas (mokeybait) , lift them up to great heights, drop them- a monkey flesh feast. These very same squirrels are attached to my window- genitals suction cupped against glass- waving bottles of Zima at me. Stupid fucking Haitian giant flying squirrels.

90. Buried Alive

    Billy, on a dare, agreed to be buried alive on Halloween night. His friends would free him from the grave at midnight. When his friends came to dig him up, they discovered a pot of flowers plugging the pipe Billy was breathing through.
    When Billy didn’t answer, his friends left.

91. Deja Vu

    You think you can’t see it. Your gaze slips right off. A snippet of memory catches you unaware. You pause but it’s only deja vu.

    A copy of one memory to hide another. A split-second view of interlocking tusks, a tattered shroud. The rattling of hot breath against your face.

92. THE COFFEE CAN

    We buried the body- or what was left of it- in an old coffee can up on Cobb Hill. But the weeping rot returned, and this time no babies were spared, his acrid smile shining like a dead black sun. We should have put a lid on that damn can.

93. The Greektown Morgue

    The Detroit morgue- we were busy- mucho stiffs. I started to find drugs in the bodies: pulmonary meth balloons, splenic heroin capsules, acid in eyes, cocaine brain pellets. I started to do them too- lots. So when a body comes in I dig, and dig, and pray they are there.

    1. The old Detroit morgue used to be in Greektown. The smell of death permeated even the reception area as you walked in from the street, which was filled with sweet and savory smells, the contrast sickening.

       1. Nice prose

94. A CASE REPORT

    A cyclops baby is so rare you’ll never see one- you just wont. Yet I had two- identical twins- sitting on my cutting board. This my friend has NEVER been seen before. My- mine! – case report will earn awe. I wonder if the parents know this as they mourn.

95. Blood Moon

    Lying on her back, in the cool grass, on All Hallows’ eve, she gazes at the full Blood Moon.
    Crimson rain begins to lightly fall as the moon turns to blood. The bright red moon grows ever smaller as the hours pass.
    She knows the world is about to end.

96. FROWNLAND

    I pull you towards light- but you let go and decry ‘They stole our souls, but protect our flesh from harm.’

    ‘It’s an illusion,’ I cry, ‘our flesh it dies when we swallow lies that fester inside.’

    But laughing you returned there, and I collapsed- sobbing- knowing you were right.

    1. Long live Captain Beefheart!

97. THE CHIWEENIE

    The native tracker had no
    trouble following the blood, bits of flesh, and fingers.

    “Who?” I asked, in shock.

    “The Chiweenie.”

    “What? That adorable Chihuahua Dachshund mix?”

    “Yes”

    It hit me- way back home, my family cuddled a
    Chiweenie!

    Then my neck was torn, bowls extruded,
    home so far away.

    1. I have a black Chiweenie named Bart. He’s kind of a dick.

98. Her Death

    The stomping followed. She trembled in fear behind the heavy steel door. The dungeon was secure; no human could break in. The room, once her prison, now her saviour. A sudden clanging awoke her from her thoughts. He came in, claws forward. Her Death was finally here, grinning and unannounced.

99. Title: Per

    A finger per misdeed.

    Although I’m no longer sated by blood or its intimate color.

    I’ve been cornered in my own mind, stuck in deciphering what is most fearsome. One whose deepest cravings can no longer be quelled, or the unspoken things that has carved one into such restive beast.

    1. This is me before I made an account.
       -ToJo

100. THE MONKEY TRICK

     ‘Fucking magic trick.’

     At dressing room door I demanded, “My watch please.”

     “Monkey,” he said.

     “Monkey?”

     The monkey appeared wearing my watch, his fur covered in blood and stool; he gnawed on a severed human finger, and drooled.

     “Nice monkey,” I said as I ran, no longer interested in time.

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