Sprites Health

“Lord, help me,” pleaded Sprite.

“What’s up?” asked Sprite.

“I think I have hypochondria,” replied Sprite.

“Do you know what hypochondria is?” asked Sprite.

“No idea,” said Sprite. “But I know I’ve got it.”

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Lemon Trees

“I had a friend who dedicated his entire life to nurturing a lemon tree,” said Sprite.

“Nice,” replied Spectre.

“Yeah,” said Sprite. “Eighty-seven years, man and boy. Right up until the day it was struck by lightning and toppled over on top of him.”

“Damn,” said Spectre. “Did that kill him?”

“Oh aye,” said Sprite. “It was a bitter blow.”

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London Underground

She ran onto the escalator, looking down behind her. It stopped at the bottom of the stairs, watching her.

Its short body, awkward arms and legs. It watched her as she rode upwards, to the street, to freedom. It sniffed the air, closing its clear white eyes. She was convinced they could smell her blood. They’d roared into a frenzy when she’d cut her leg running up the tracks.

Nearly there. She looked ahead again and ran up the last few metal steps.

“Sorry,” said the ticket attendant at the top. “They need feeding.”

Another one of the original six horror stories I wrote. It found its way into my second book, the horror anthology, Capricorn.

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Crime Bees

“New script?” asked Bee.

“Yes,” said Sprite. “Writing a show about two detectives, with a red and white Ford Gran Torino, who solve crimes over the phone.”

“Sounds original,” said Bee. “What’s it called?”

“Star Key and Hash,” replied Sprite.

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Star Fetish

“I used to be a bit kinky,” said Sprite.

“Oh aye?” asked Spectre.

“Yeah,” laughed Sprite. “I used dressing up as peripheral Star Wars characters in bed.”

“Cripes, that’s a kink,” laughed Spectre.

“Mmhmm,” agreed Sprite. “It was a Boba Fettish.”

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Crisis Doors

“I have had an identity crisis too,” sighed Door.

“Doors have them too?” whined Hydra. “Does everyone have them?”

“At some point, most likely,” said Door. “Especially here.”

“So what’s your crisis about?” asked Hydra.

“Well for years I thought I was just a door, opening and closing, banging in the wind, locking and unlocking,” said Door.

“What changed?” asked Hydra.

“Last week,” said Door, “someone called me ajar…”

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Terminal Trust

“Kill her,” flashed the terminal.

Kathy looked behind. There was a woman using a terminal on the other side of the room. Quite tall, but delicate looking. Slender arms and legs. Her thin dress seemed to hang off her bones. Easy mark.

Kathy turned back to the terminal. “Kill her.”

A shadow loomed up behind her, a slender arm bought a hammer down upon the back of Kathy’s head.

“As you ask,” said the slender woman to her terminal.

One of the first 6 horror stories I wrote for the Fears. Also published in our horror anthology, Capricorn. It would make a fab Christmas present for someone who likes horror stories. Plays jingle bell music in November. Too soon?

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G4ND 4LF

“Sorry I’m late,” said Yuffie.

“Quite alright,” said Sprite.

“Ruddy road hogs,” moaned Yuffie.

“What now?” asked Sprite.

“Oh I was stuck driving behind some guy whose number plate read G4ND 4LF,” replied Yuffie.

“Good plate,” laughed Sprite.

“Needless to say,” said Yuffie, “he didn’t let me pass.”

 

FTSE Monsta

“She left me,” sighed Monsta.

“Sorry to hear that,” replied Fuen. “Any idea why?”

“She said it was because of my obsession with the stock market,” grumbled Monsta. “That, and for allegedly flirting with another woman at the dinner table on an evening out.”

“Oh, Monsta,” sighed Fuen.

“It wasn’t anything major,” moaned Monsta. “We were just playing FTSE.”

 

Between Bins

Crouched between two skips, she heard people talking in the street outside the alleyway. She was so close to the lights of the main road.

Footsteps getting closer, she knew she’d no time left. Her mind made up, she burst out from between the bins and sprinted as fast as she could towards the street.

It was faster.