Broken

A cursed green vase

Broken – A Domestic Curse BROKEN A Domestic Curse ⌘ Aunt Flora left the Missus an old Egyptian vase. It was passed through generations and used to be her ma’s. I never really liked it — it was ugly, green,…

Vampirica

Vampirica

Vampirica – by PJ Whispers of the Deep vampirica by PJ My friend Patricia turns eighty today She doesn’t like birthdays So that is OK We’re not going to celebrate She don’t want a fuss I think this is because…

🔉 The Drive Home

A man looks with anxiety at his car radio

By PJ Hi, my name is Charlie, and I live in New Jersey. I’m on my way home, on my own, in my brand-new Buick, listening to the radio. I look forward to this time of day. I get some…

🔉 Phantosmia?

A water barrel

By Lillian Bradbury Dad sat bolt upright in bed as if he had been shot. He fled to the window, and through the half-light, he saw Mother with a bundle in her arms about to drop it into the water…

Paradise

A figurine of a solider

By Lillian Bradbury He eyed me with suspicion, sucked in his cheeks, lips clamped tight. I only had one case, which he pulled out of the boot, slamming the door shut with such force the rooks took flight. Bennett glared…

Horror photos

For the sake of my sanity, I need to tell this story as it happened: hour-by-hour, but to put you in the picture, here’s a little of the background which led to the dreadful chain of events. On Thursday and…

Fractured images

My name is Katherine, though mother called me Katie, which I disliked. I am soon to be twelve years old and this is my first diary entry. The date is June the twentieth in the year of our Lord 1899…

The Monk’s Cowl

(This short story popped into my head when Suzanne, landlady of the Bay Horse showed some members of the writing group the exact location of a priest’s hole, and I thought, what if…?) Amongst the clientele of the Bay Horse…

The Village

Such a lovely village, with its stream, thatched and ancient stone cottages, village green, pub, and just enough shops and cafes to cater for locals and visitors alike. The main road diverts the bulk of the traffic, leaving the heart…