Category: Stories
-
The Long Scream
Detective Elliott Andrews walks through the heavy rain. He pulls up the collar of his leather jacket, trying to take the edge off the cold. He can’t help thinking that the city looks like something out of Blade Runner. As he passes a dark alley, something feels off. He stops and turns toward it, squinting…
-
Snow White: A Tale of Terror
Last week, Dr. Thomas Davison regaled us with a tale of a truly spooky mirror. This week, I want to take a look at a tale that features perhaps the most famous mirror of all, the fairy tale Snow White. More specifically, I want to take a look at the Michael Cohn film Snow White:…
David Lee Summers
-
The Mirror
The following short story, The Mirror, is part of a series from my soon-to-be-published new book of horror shorts, Unleashed Nightmares: From the Depths of My Soul. “The truth is, we all, as human beings, fear different things. I have never been overly fearful of the serial killer with the knife or axe. Or, overly…
-
CREATIVE WRITING X: A New POV
There have been several interesting and informative posts here of late regarding various aspects of creative writing, so I thought I’d share some thoughts in that vein this time around. Beyond the basics, there are two quotes that I especially like and now try to keep in mind when I write. They were not much…
-
A Lasting Gift
‘He’s here, you know…’ ‘Grandma, who’s here? What do you mean?’ ‘It’s my sweet John, your granddad, he’s always here when I need him. He’s just over there, at the end of my bed. I know you can’t see him. But he’s smiling that smile I used to love so much’. Eloise looked up at…
Peter
-
THE SHADOW
My last post was the continuation/conclusion of “Testament”, a terrific story posted by Jack Tyler. It felt so good to be able to have some writing done, since lately life has been preventing me from doing so. I’m glad to say that I decided to start a short story for my post this week. But…
-
Happy Days
A chill fog dampened the sounds of the city as I arrived, cloaking the once proud Victorian street in gloom. Dilapidated and awaiting demolition, the street had one remaining house showing signs of life. My destination. Above the door, a flickering neon sign proclaimed “Happy Days”. In the grimy window hung a lopsided sign announcing:…
-
The Lair of the Beast
Silence, heavy and invasive, enveloped me. Resting against the coldness of a wall, I took what could be my last breath. And listened. The only sound came from the pounding of my heart. Nothing from within the lair of the beast. The beast was away. But not far, foraging for sustenance. This was my brief…
-
Chimera
They call these places Gothic. Ruined places of worship that horror movies love to shoot, in the dark, preferably during a thunderstorm. Except today was a bright blue gem of a day, not a thundercloud in sight. If it wasn’t for the decayed body of a man recently found in the ruins of the crypt,…
-
Lucky Guy
Walking through the debris, the twisted and burnt remnants of technology and humanity, I didn’t feel lucky. In a newly cratered field, littered with nothing but fragments no larger than a wallet, there could be no survivors. ‘Mr. Saunders, you look like you could do with this.’ An emergency first responder, covered in smoke and…
Threads that Bind 