Welcome to Blooded: Droplets of Horror.
Blooded is an experimental new feature on Sci-Fi & Scary that bloggers, readers, and authors are welcome to participate in. Consider this an open call for submissions in flash fiction horror.
Choose from one of the three sentence fragments below. Write 100 words or less, including the sentence fragment, in the horror genre. Post it in the comments below. This will happen every 2 weeks. Feel free to compliment each other, ask questions, etc, but don’t be a jerk. My ban hammer is a mighty hammer.
At the end of every month, I’ll feature the best of the lot in a Blooded mini-compilation with links to the appropriate websites/blog sites for those featured. If this takes off, and becomes a popular happening, I’ll do a best-of-the-best compilation in every June.
Starting you off easy this time!
Droplet 1:
breath fogged
Droplet 2:
fingernails scraped
Droplet 3:
malicious smirk
So, hop to it! Show me your scary side, in 100 words or less, in the comments below.
Entries will close Saturday, at 11:59 p.m. EST.
And, just because I firmly believe in CYA, folks, remember that by posting your piece of flash fiction in the comments below, you’re granting Sci-Fi & Scary the rights to reprint/re-use digitally (for compilations on site or in upcoming newsletter) free of charge. If at any point you don’t wish for your entry to be included in any lists or compilations on the site, just let me know via an email to [email protected], and I’ll yank it.
PS: Don’t freak out if your post doesn’t immediately show in the comments. I keep a tight rein on the comments, and have to approve most things before they ‘show up’.
“Oh my Goodness, Miss Plumtartt, I don’t think that there malicious smirk suits you at all, Ma’am. Why don’t you put your clothes back on and settle down? Your accidental injection of that experimental mutagen laden mood enhancement serum don’t seem to be doing you no good at all.”
“Ridiculous, Ichabod, my pet. I have never felt better in my life. My prudish restrains fall away like these silken undergarments from my ivory flesh. Now quit being so obstinate, and release those suspenders. One requires access to these trousers forward portal, eh hem?”
“Eek! Miss Plumtartt! Noooooooo!!!”
I’m going to do one just ’cause I can. Lets see…
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The little girl’s breath fogged suddenly as she sat playing. “Hi, mummy.” She said sweetly. She smiled at her mother as the woman padded barefoot from the direction of the bedroom door and sat on the rug in front of her. “Will you play with me today?” Her mommy hadn’t played with her since that day everybody cried. The day she turned invisible to everyone except Kady.
After a moment without response, the flaxen-haired child sighed and asked a different question. “When is daddy going to take a bath? He’s getting really, really stinky.”
Her mommy’s grin was scary.
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