The Shape of Darkness

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by K.B. Elijah

 

At first, I thought it was the real estate agent. Who else bothered to come onto the property but Sandy White, her box of cheap biscuits in one hand and annual lease documents in the other?

But Sandy was pink cardigans and curls, not this hunched figure that loomed in the shadows of the moonlit driveway. Why did the shape of its head angle so? Was it just a trick of the darkness that lent it a gaping hole instead of a mouth?

I switched on the headlights, preparing to laugh at myself.

But the thing was wearing my face.

K.B. Elijah

K.B. Elijah writes for various international anthologies, and her work features in dozens of collections about the mysterious, the magical and the macabre. Her own book of short fantasy novellas with twists, The Empty Sky, is available on paperback and Kindle now: see her website at www.kbelijah.com.

Once

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by Raven Corinn Carluk

 

Maggie stirred the stew, staring vacantly at it. Daddy would be home soon, would expect dinner to be hot and beer open and on the table. She didn’t want another spanking; her behind still had welts from the last time.

Daddy stomped in through the back door. “Smells just like your momma’s cooking.”

You look like your momma. You taste like your momma.

Maggie had learned a lot from Momma. Cooking. Cleaning. When enough was enough. Where to forage in the woods. What could be eaten or not.

Momma had always said all mushrooms could be eaten. Some only once.

Raven Corinn Carluk

Raven Corinn Carluk writes dark fantasy, paranormal romance, and anything else that catches her interest. She’s authored five novels, and has appeared in various short story and microfiction anthologies. Keep up-to-date with her and enjoy many free reads on RavenCorinnCarluk.Blogspot.Com

 

Lady in White

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by Harry J. Canis

 

“Headless horse-riding monk! Really?”

Harry gazed into the flames “It’s true! And then there’s the Lady in White story.”

The group of teenagers looked uneasily at each other. The Abbey ruins were spooky enough at night, without ghost stories.

“She promised her only love that she’d walk this trail every day until he returned from a voyage. He never did. Legend says she still walks here, waiting. Anyone who blocks her path dies.”

“The path we are sitting on?”

Harry grinned “Yep!”

Police found all but one of the missing group, dead beside a burnt-out fire, seawater in their lungs.

Harry J. Canis

Harry J. Canis is a writer based in the beautiful English Lake District. You can often find him running or hiking within the area and being immersed in nature. His genre is Fantasy/Sci-Fi/Horror, with strong environmental and natural survival themes. Within his writing, he tries to bring an understanding that our planet is precious and needs our care and respect.