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We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones. Stephen King Should we do this AA style? Hi, My name is Kristin and I am a fiction addict. I guess it all started when I was just a wee lass…. Maybe Tinder profile style? I enjoy long strolls through dark and twisty…

The Tower

Charlotte came here to commit suicide, not murder. Or at least that is what she told herself walking among the rows of exotic flowers and bushes in her husband’s majestic garden. She hefted her awkward leather case. The death bag. That’s what she’s been calling it. Death bag. What did one pack for the great…

The Goddess by the pool

She is glorious. She will burn your eyes from your head.  When Ace first stumbled across her, she’d been laying on the bank of the bathing pool. A mist from the waterfall surrounded her with rainbow glow. The ground illuminated below her and light reflected differently in the aura of this enclave than the rest…

The Ride of Sol

The crisp air crackled with electricity. Sol shivered and drew her Crimson cloak snug to her body. He was out there, every year the same. A never-ending ritual. She could hear his low growl rumbling through the clouds. I would have believed him to be the God of Thunder, Sol thought grimly, she scoured the heavens in…

Tarot readings $10

“The view up here is extraordinary!” Avery exclaimed.  Joel came puffing up the hill his face flaming and attempted to breathe.  “It’s, Whew,” he put up a hand at her. Taking several deep gasps, he gained his composure.   “It’s steeper than you suggested.”   Avery laughed and swatted at his ridiculous safari hat.   “You’re just out of shape and…

The many executions of Goya Sanders

Castleberry – 1450  The first time they tried Goya as a witch, she pleaded for mercy.  She had watched helplessly as 4 friends went before her. Stripped naked and bound with heavy rope, the Pastor had forced them to the lake outside the Old Town of Castleberry.  Eyes wide with dread, one by one he required them to…

Voodoo Perfume

Revenge in a bottle. Isobel eyed the small container warily. Plucking it from the shelf she removed the small cork stopper. An aroma of spices and flowers emerged, intoxicating the air around her.  Replacing the lid, she examined the bottle, the label was vintage, COUNT KALFU’S VOODOO PERFUME was printed in a bold gothic script at the top. …

This is the part where you run.

The out of control bonfire lit up the old cemetery. The grave markers, decayed and stone still seemed to move under the shadows, dancing with the sinister flames.   Damn,  Shelby thought, This is where we are going to die.  She was tied to her sister, who still remained unconscious.   Conducting a quick body scan, Shelby checked to see…

Desperation

“Desperate for money?” a feeble voice questions, causing Andrew to jump.   Andrew spins to find its culprit and comes face to face with a withered old carnie.  His hunched back camouflaged by a jacket made of many colorful patches and his beard shaggy with age.   “What?” Andrew asks sharply and fixes the Carnie with a suspicious glare.    Unphased by the glower…

The kept wife

“Simply Fabulous!” Marcus exclaimed in the same jovial tone that followed supper every evening. “You did it again Honey, what would I do without you?”  Kim watched as her husband pushed his chair from the table and stood, he dropped the linen napkin onto his finished plate. She knows what comes next, the same routine, the same words. Tick, Tick the sound of…