Father would never speak of it when I asked why the Devil Spawn always took the middle ones. The son of the Old Mother, however, who’d begun to fancy me since I’d come into my Woman-hood, had only said, “Think of the lambs.”
#fiction#horror#Xmas#lore
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Ghost stories are usually about the unfinished business of the dead. But what burdens do the living place on those who have passed?
Early Christmas Mourning, by @BTGreenMaths
#fiction#ChristmasSpirit#ghosts#amreading
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Then, tracing an invisible mark with her forefinger on each effigy, she recited words to summon magic from beyond. With one last sprinkle of crystallized tear drops, she placed a kiss on each one and slid the pan into the oven.
#Xmas2019#horror#fiction
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Torishma’s chest beats thunder —
his drum brought this storm our people needed.
his heavy breath, the wind that billows around our tent
and his sighs, the music of the domba that weaves peace between lightning.
astronomy, by @Daphelba#fiction#poetry
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I don't want to pretend I know anything about you, let alone everything, but if you're #reading today, you should be reading this:
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A tale of #love and #jealousy woven in lyrical prose. Read "astronomy", by @Daphelba at Midnight Mosaic Fiction. Non-members read free at the link below.
#flashfiction#poetry
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In July 1968 Wyatt returned from his war a quiet man. [...]My brother never mentioned the jungle, or what fiends he brought back from that place.
All Our Monsters Are Real, by @TurpinTerrye#horror#amreading#fiction
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The amber liquid thinned, saturating the dry ingredients and filling the room with a pageant of scents, of woodland and sunshine and fields of flowers.
Evening Ritual, by @AMaguire58623562
#flashfiction#horror#suspense#amreading
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She plundered his dreams: memories of his first wife, his second wife, the honeymoons, the passion, and eventually the boredom. All mixed uncomfortably with images of his departed mother.
With The Demon, by Jesse Bryant
#horror#fiction#amreading
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Around a table three people sit. One of them is a guest.
They do not know his name. If you took them aside and asked them, they would not be able to remember his face. He is their guest, and he has come for dinner.”
The Guest, by @SableWhisper
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Vartis was a hissing, spitting, blaspheming demon: a real hellion.
At first she took it easy on him. She emptied his dresser drawers and turned out the contents of his cupboards.
With The Demon, by Jesse Bryant
#horror#fiction#amreading
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My childhood was full of scrapes and puncture wounds; shifting nightmares stretching from the depths of the darkness, reaching for my small body and the penance I might pay in cursive copper.
HOME, by @Daphelba#horror#fiction#shortstory
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I reached into the bag that hung at my side, digging for my phone, excited and simultaneously afraid of the message sent by my lost love, my Cupid, my Paris, my Apollo.
Ghosted
#flashfiction#romance#love#loss
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The boy’s face fell. “Dad, Jimmy Doran told me Santa isn’t real.”
That little shit. “Jimmy Doran is a butthead. Don’t you worry about him. Why don’t you go brush up before bed and let me talk to Mom, okay?
If Only In My Dreams
#Xmas#horror#flashfiction
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