I’m over at Julia Kavan’s blog talking a little about the classic story “The Monkey’s Paw.” A short story which is both excellent and involves cursed objects that happen to be dismembered limbs.
Just a quick update.
A very short horror story of mine has been reprinted in the Touched by Darkness anthology. My story “Be Seeing You” has the dubious distinction of being the shortest story in the whole antho, but I think it has a rather creepy vibe. Also, I’ve been reading other stories in the anthology and they are very good. One of them has flesh-eating ponies. Flesh-eating ponies qualify as Must Read Status with me.
Anyway, before I get further distracted while rambling about flesh-eating ponies…the anthology has twelve great horror stories. If you enjoy horror/dark fiction, please consider giving it a glance.
Touched by Darkness
Twelve Tales of Evil, Inside and Out
Betrayal can take your breath away.
Happily married Melanie never suspected that her husband of thirteen years could be hiding a dark secret…or how deep and cold her capacity for revenge really was.
When longtime friends Oliver, Nelsen, and Harry stumble across a funny but disturbing set of horse head masks online, they can’t resist buying them for a practical joke to scare their friend Aaron. But the masks seem to share a dark connection with Aaron’s old house, and Oliver can’t seem to shake the compulsion to keep putting the mask on…
Who can you turn to when there’s no one left to trust?
Amy knows her best friend Caleb is “different,” but he’s always been there for her, ever since they were kids. But when she picks up an old man hitch hiking in a storm, she never expects Caleb to betray her quite so thoroughly…
The Devil comes calling on Halloween…
Patrick Anderson Jr.
Murder’s always a little hard to swallow.
Steve’s wife is due home any minute, and he’s been slaving away in the kitchen on a special dinner for a special night—a lovely, romantic evening for two…or one, if things go as planned…
Mother Superior has a terrible secret.
Accused by her parents of unchaste behavior, Tsula Montenegro is sent to the convent to put aside her whoreishness. But the nuns have something much darker in store. The convent and its herd of miniature ponies are both falling into ruin, and Mother Superior has been providing an alternative feed to the herd…
Ronn E. Taylor
Revenge is a dish best served with wheat toast and coffee…
When Marget Smalls sets her seductress’s eye on Evelyn Thayer’s husband, Evelyn isn’t about to about to look the other way. Instead, she invites Margret to breakfast…
“The Dead Hate the Living”
Unfortunately, death isn’t the final resting place.
When a man awakens on a cold, steel table, unable to move, speak, or breathe, he learns a terrible truth. He’s dead. And he’s being prepped for an autopsy. But it is what happens after the autopsy that makes him realize just how painful death can be…and the dead are hungry.
“In My Lady’s Chamber”
Upstairs, Downstairs, and in My Lady’s Chamber…
As soon as Lydia sees Goose Green Farm, she knows something’s wrong. Why would John bring her to a derelict farmhouse miles from anywhere in the middle of the Yorkshire Moors? Refusing her pleas to go home, she can see that something is happening to him. As they enter the house, he seems possessed by a sinister presence that draws him to it and threatens his very existence. A terrified Lydia knows she will have to do whatever she can to rescue him from the clutches of a spirit who is hell-bent on revenge.
“We Shadows Have Offended”
After the death of a mutual friend, Sam, Bill, and Roger can no longer hide from the memories of what they all did that day… the day they killed the little girl. The little girl who wasn’t a little girl. Now it’s back, and it’s looking for them, leaving death and destruction in its wake, hell-bent on revenge. Can Sam summon the strength and courage to make a sacrifice that will save his friends and family?
“Dreaming, Not Sleeping”
Her nightmares were simply too good to resist.
A woman is tempted away from the safety of her husband’s arms by a skillful nighttime visitor. But they both find nothing is what it seems…
“Be Seeing You”
“She’d been dead for two hours when she smiled at me…”
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For those of you who are now staring at the screen and thinking: “I’m waiting for the sequel to Ghost Soldiers and/or Zero Dogs and/or for 9mm Blues to release and you have the gall to mention your piddly little 1800 word horror short story? A pox on you, Melton! May your flesh be consumed by rabid ponies!” …or something similar, I apologize. I’m rewriting Dark Ride Dogs and writing the final Nightfall Syndicate book, so there is hope.
The moment I finish, I’ll update this blog before running riot through the streets in desperate celebration.