Tag: horror

10-26 Flash Fiction Challenge (prompt words: horror and ratio)

“Done!” Haley shouted as she hit the Enter key. She collapsed against the back of her chair and removed her headphones.

“Are you serious?” Orson stuck his head in the booth. “We’re finished?”

“Yes, sir, we are outta here, Styled Hunter VII is in the can!” She grinned.

“Mallory DeMarco hunted and trapped The Hatchet Man once and for all, and never faltered on her Dolce and Gabbana strappy sandals. He’ll never attack the fashion industry’s hemlines ever again.”

“So, what’s next for you?” Orson popped open a beer.

“I think Mallory is taking on ‘The Hair Cutter.'”

“What, he scalps people?” He asked.

“Nope. He sneaks into their homes, drugs them, and gives them horrible haircuts.”

“You know, sometimes I think we’ve taken the ratio of horror to fashion too far to one side.”

“Yeah, I miss the good old days when serial killers actually killed their victims.

(Tee hee. There is something fun to me about serial killers who do things like shorten hemlines or give terrible haircuts. The challenging part of today’s story was figuring out the names of the movies and villains. I wanted them to have potential for true horror but be obvious in their fashion consciousness. I hope you enjoyed it.)

9-16-16 Flash Fiction (prompt word: unanswered) [some violence trigger warnings]

Father O’Brian sat down beside Abigail in the pew.
Hands clasped, she prayed. At her soft, “Amen,” the candles soared high for an instant and then lowered..
“Abigail. Child,” he whispered. “You must stop.”
“Don’t you see, Father? I can’t stop,” she hissed and set the organ playing. “You’ve all forsaken my Sam. But I haven’t. There is still good in him. I know there is.”
“Abigail,” the priest recoiled. “You don’t mean that. He murdered sixteen children! There is no hope for him.”
“Father, you know I have a gift,” she clutched at him. “What I pray comes true, and I want my son back.” She lowered to her knees and continued.
O’Brian took a pistol from his robes. “I’m sorry, my child,” a lone shot rang out. Abigail collapsed. “Some prayers should remain unanswered.”

(Yikes! This one scared me. It took longer than a minute, I admit. I am not well-versed in writing horror, but this has the beginnings of some interesting stuff. The challenge was exactly who would be the focus of the story. I knew the priest would say the line, “Some prayers should remain unanswered,” immediately. What I didn’t know was how I was going to get there. Overall, I’m well-pleased.)