Friday, July 5, 2013

Horror flashes to tread lightly over...

Now that the gate blocks that godforsaken dirt road and the supposedly cursed area beyond it, time has allowed nature to slowly and quietly hide it.
For those who aren’t familiar with the reasoning of this gate, it appears as just that, a random gate that blocks a path to nowhere. But for those who know, it remains an unholy place.
The area beyond it, where two forty something, very disturbed, and psychologically twisted men took the life of a poor defenseless fifteen year old girl in a heinous and shocking ritual act usually reserved for horror novels, holds fear in their hearts…even to this day.
Those men have been gone for quite a long time now. But, although it had clearly been proven, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that they were nothing more than a couple of cold blooded killers who were filled with demented delusions of grandeur and subsequently sentenced to death, the stigma still remains.
Being a highly religious community, whose firm beliefs lie with both good and evil, would probably be one of the reasons that this constantly lingers. Of course, when one of their own, especially, one happens to be the preacher’s son is one of those two men, it would have a tendency to stain the soul and never let it go.
Regardless, the rusting gate now blocks it and is not actually intended to keep people out. Anyone could very easily stroll around its outer edges, but…they still won’t dare…


There was no time to react. Hitting the brakes hard, the car slid and squealed to a stop. But it was too late. Feeling the bump and hearing the revolting sound of crushing metal was both deafening and terrifying. Subconsciously not wanting to view the horrifying sight, bitterly welcomed tears fully aid and easily allow avoidance.
Standing calm, peacefully watching and thinking chaotically, this morbid, yet most serene place decorated with marble and granite and stone, wonderful bathing sunshine will not eliminate sorrow.
Surrounded by black suits and dresses, melody rains as sobs ring out from tears falling in all directions.
Yet all I hear is the metal tricycle contorting…and fear I always will.

This month's issue includes my tale The Sidewalk Ends. And the cover is nothing short of fantastic.

And...since no one seems to be getting the correct answer to The Contest and the responses are getting thin, I might as well give the answer in order to move on. The answer is that the blog posting was exactly 666 words.

Currently I'm on chapter 18 of A Lawnly Existence. I've spoken with Shannon Raab, the second in command at Suspense Publishing and she wants to take a look at it when she returns from Thrillerfest VIII in New York.

Until next time ghouls,

1 comment:

  1. Congrats on being pubbed by Suspense. I read both your flash fics and liked them. Have a great weekend! :-)


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