Irwin had never understood the phrase “as fun as a barrel full of monkeys.” However, nothing livened up a family party like a bottle of glue and a basket full of scorpions.
I hope you have enjoyed the stories this week and thanks to those of you who have added your own!
I have a full length horror story titled “Bloodsuckers” in my story collection. There’s other good stories in there too, of course. 🙂
The cold, damp October evening made Helen think of her mother. It was in weather like this that her mother used to take her by the hand and go with her house to house, trick or treating. Helen put her hands in her pocket and relaxed, glad to feel her mother’s hand in hers once again.
The spider, big and brown, hung from a web from the rearview mirror. Devon shuddered and took the shop vac he kept in the garage and turned it on the spider, sucking it into die among the dust. Devon climbed into the car and shut the door. There’s nothing worse than a spider in the car, he thought. That’s when he heard the hiss and rattle come from under his seat.
If you’ve looked through the archives, you will see that I have a post on two-sentence horror stories. The rest of this week, I will post more micro-horror (though some may be longer than two sentences). If you would like to write your own in the comments, please feel free!
She liked it when she saw a car with the bumper sticker “You can have my gun when you pry it from my cold dead fingers.” She always took them up on the challenge.
My irises are very confused.
I got some good news last week. My short story “Postcards from Andros” is going to be included in Unconventional Fantasy, A Celebration of Forty Years of the World Fantasy Convention. This will be given away to attendees of the World Fantasy Convention in Washington D.C. in November. I will be in attendance as well.
The story is also in my collection In Love and Water and Other Stories so you don’t have to wait. You can buy the book now and read the whole thing plus my other stories. 😉
Here’s a tease of “Postcards”
July 7, 1994
So, last night, I heard this woman say, “What’s wrong with a man with a small
penis?” and sorry, but I thought of you. Hehe. I remembered how anxious you were the
first night we were together. Lucky for you, I’m not a size queen!
Of course, everything here on Andros reminds me of you. I walked past an olive
grove and thought of you. I ate pastitsio for lunch and thought of you. I waded in the
Aegean and thought of you.
Wishing you were here.