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Horror d'oeuvres

Horror d’oeuvres are flash fiction (micro-fiction) and can be consumed by the average reader in under 5 minutes. The purpose of these stories is to give readers a quick treat between longer reads, a dark morsel to relish, sometimes as rich and savory as longer works, but can be devoured in a fraction of the time.

“Heat Seeking” (Horror d’oeuvre #68)

You left on the last warm day. The night before, I couldn’t sleep. Everything was still, and the room was dark and cool, but the...

“Old Woman in the Window” (Horror d’oeuvre #67)

As the movie credits rolled, Toby stacked the snack plates and glasses and headed into the kitchen. His wife Carol smiled. "Thanks, Hon!” "Sure thing," he...

“Seen and Not Heard” (Horror d’oeuvre #66)

She is just a statue, I tell myself, though I swear I can feel hot blood pulsing beneath her surface. The Goddess Vasdahr: Eater...

“Plight of the Living Dead” (Horror d’oeuvre #65)

Living flesh is always tastier than dead flesh. Once the body cools, it’s missing something, and it’s not as interesting. The rotten dead flesh...

“Late Night Snack” (Horror d’oeuvre #64)

Plagued by another sleepless night, Charlie slipped out of bed. He was careful, trying not to disturb Natalie still asleep beside him. He couldn’t...

“Feeder” (Horror d’oeuvre #63)

Nothing could get rid of the bedbugs. Not insecticide. Not fumigation. Not throwing out my furniture. Not washing and securing all my clothes in...

“The Warlock Plays Chopin” (Horror d’oeuvre #62)

Jude flubbed the final chord of Chopin’s "Nocturne in B flat minor." He lifted his hands and listened as the sound decayed from the...

“The Ballad of Hank R. Chief” (Horror d’oeuvre #61)

Hank drew a deep inhale of the old tattered square of fabric, relishing in something akin to a pleasant smell that brings one back...

“Churchill’s Black Dog” (Horror d’oeuvre #60)

Grandpa used to say the only good dog was a dead one, and well, Grandpa was handy with a rifle. He was in a...

“The Ride” (Horror d’oeuvre #59)

"I know," said Death. "You were expecting someone more skeletal." Ian looked at the young man in the sharp black suit, then glanced back at...
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