Day #12, ‘Harmless’ – by Amber Averay Reaching for the large Tupperware container on the bottom shelf of the pantry, Mel groaned when she heard the doorbell ring. She hoisted the tub of Self-Raising Flour up, plunked it on the table and, brushing her hands on the tea-towel over her shoulder, strode for the frontContinue reading “25 Days of Terror”
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25 Days of Terror
Day 9 Possession A soul to take Not freely given Choice I make The task driven To be mine A new direction Will be fine Upon close inspection No one’ll see Under my spell You are me Please don’t tell
25 Days of Terror
Day #12, ‘Harmless’ – by Elizabeth Averay Across all social media platforms an ad appears: ATTENTION ALL – this is a must-have product. Developed by Director Allgood. What is it, you ask? The INVISIE MICROCHIP. What’s it for? I’ll tell you. Are you sick of fad diets that don’t work? Sick of working out andContinue reading “25 Days of Terror”
25 Days of Terror
Day #11, Next Morning – by Amber Averay He wanted to surrender to the darkness calling for him, leaving all his pains and miseries behind. He’d already tried – God knew he had – but she wouldn’t let him. Every time he began to sink into oblivion she would wrench him back, singing that songContinue reading “25 Days of Terror”
25 Days of Terror
Day #10, Hide and Seek – by Amber Averay He should have been writing. Trouble is, lately he was far better at procrastination than he was at actual creativity. It was frustrating, but every time he sat down to write he was too easily distracted. Facebook, YouTube, Instagram, Amazon…well, anything that wasn’t to do withContinue reading “25 Days of Terror”
25 Days of Terror
Day #10, Hide and Seek – by Elizabeth Averay Having exhausted every possible avenue to progress in the maze, I slump against the wall. After a moment I hear a soft snick and a scraping sound. Turning my head to the left I see a section of wall next to my head has moved toContinue reading “25 Days of Terror”
25 Days of Terror
Day #9, Possession – by Elizabeth Averay I can’t believe she did it. She threw my phone out the window! We’re on my parents’ private plane and she just snatches my phone out of my hands and casual-as-anything opens the tiny window and tosses it out. Never mind we’re thousands of feet in the air,Continue reading “25 Days of Terror”
25 Days of Terror
Day #9, Possession – by Amber Averay The tiny little face, so peaceful and sweet in repose, was perfection. Button nose, rosebud lips, cheeks as rounded and soft as pillows – she’d never loved anyone as much as she loved this beautiful baby. Even the faint bluish smudges beneath his eyes were a work ofContinue reading “25 Days of Terror”
25 Days of Terror
Day #8, Nightmare – by Elizabeth Averay By morning the three teens in the waterlogged pit had screamed and shouted themselves hoarse. Visitors to the cemetery would look in curiosity and crack up laughing. One person at midday stopped, and asked, ‘What are you doing down there?’ The youngest, thirteen years old, piped up, ‘TheContinue reading “25 Days of Terror”
25 Days of Terror
Day #8, Nightmare – by Amber Averay The two boys – mid-teens – stood on the beach by the waterline, one knocking back a can of beer, the other drawing deeply on a cigarette. This time of year was stupid, their parents dragging them down here for the annual ‘fishing and catch-up’ get-together. The onlyContinue reading “25 Days of Terror”
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