“What day is it?” she asked. “Friday.” I caught a shadow of a smile behind Olivia’s fluttering eyes. “That’s good. I like Fridays.” “What do you remember?” She shrugged, and let her head fall back against the pillows. “Being here. I remember you, sort of. But it’s a bit like a dream. Where did you… Continue reading Flash Fiction – Cry Wolf
With wide-eyed fear, Jordie listened to all the bumps in the night; the way the old floor boards below creaked and clicked and clacked with liveliness. After 120 years, she realized, the Living had come home to haunt her. © Shyla Fairfax-Owen
(358 words) She didn't want to wake up.
Hi All! I am re-posting two of my own Halloween-themed stories below. The first one, Jack, is from last year, and the second is Little Monster, from this year. I hope you enjoy them (again). Jack “Step 1: Dissect” Mary moved the instructions out of her way and set to work. The knife was efficient;… Continue reading Two Short Halloween Stories
Beneath her fingers, Percie felt the spine of her book crack and peel. She wondered how many times she had read it, but the only sufficient answer she could arrive at was 'not enough.' Outside, a quiet night symphony was building. A light howl in the wind whispered desires through the air and crackled the crisp autumn leaves that dangled carelessly from branches, plotting their winter descent.
(815 words) 'Tis the season to be spooky!