Horror – Page 3 – Little Fears

Conquest

April 7, 2019 LittleFears9 Comments

Vermin loved the mattress. The mattress was warm, dark, sticky, plenty of dripping things for food. But Vermin wanted more. Vermin had dreams.

He felt more than saw the two swaying shadows fall across the landscape he wanted so desperately to conquer. Desperately, he broke out of the dark, he would have his prize!

Then the shadows fell, hard, and Vermin was pushed back. “One day,” Vermin cursed, “I will make it.” If the mattress could disagree it would, but it couldn’t. And that was just fine with Vermin.

This week’s Sunday collab was written by Jessica of The writing life of Jessica Halsey. A prolific writer and servant to two kitty cats. Cheers for the spookems, Jessica!

Thanks to Warren for the continued $10 Patronage.

Bad Karma

March 31, 2019 LittleFears28 Comments

Story by Tre

Karma opened the blinds to her dorm room, signaling the sun’s rays to drape her in its warmth. Classes had resumed. Summer break was now a thing of the past. She had her assignments, her books, other supplies, and her boyfriend’s heart.

What would he do without her at home now that she’s traveled back to finish her last year of college? Under his mattress was a letter. In it, she’d written:

“I told you not to fall for me. I only wanted your heart. Now, that I have it, you have nothing.”

Poor Jesse, his life was full of bad karma.

Story by Tre of ACorneredGurl.com. I’m pretty confident y’all know the legend that is Tre. If ya haven’t, check out either her WordPress blog or Medium. She also takes submissions on weekly themes if you’re interested.

Thanks to Warren for the $10 Patronage.

Aeya

March 16, 2019 LittleFears21 Comments

Fear of ink (6)

“You’re a fool,” sighed Lucy. “There are some things even I don’t mess with. Aeya is among those things.”

A creepy lady with a bushy tail for a Saturday doodles.

I can imagine her being as tall as a skyscraper. Unseen by the human eye. Floating down city streets. Peering in windows. Filling workers with dread. Draining their souls without them knowing. More so than their 9 to 5s…

Shout out to Bob, the Penguin for buying me another cuppa ko-fi. You’re keeping me stocked with tea here man! Also, thanks to Warren for the $10 Patronage.

Sea Creature

February 27, 2019 LittleFears29 Comments

Fear of Ink (3)

The boat capsized and her limp body plunged into the water.

The only thing she’d felt since the initial sting, aside from creeping paralysis, was a wriggle beneath her skin. Like worms were burrowing through her flesh.

Its tendrils took hold of her body, and she began a gradual descent towards the maw of the beast. She was almost grateful to the sea that filled her lungs. Taking her life before the creature had its meal.

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The Swing

February 24, 2019 LittleFears26 Comments

Simon gulped down a whiskey. Gina stood outside by the swing, pushing little Rachael as though nothing had changed in their lives. He couldn’t look at them. He downed two more shots and lay down on the couch.

There was a rap at the sliding glass door. Not again. Couldn’t they leave him alone? Simon covered his face with a blanket, waiting the sound out. The hanging tendrils soon dragged Gina’s corpse back to the swing, returning to their endless mockery of Simon’s old life.

Story by Alex Buchholz of weirdshitwithalex.blog. Check out his blog for more weird shit, with Alex. Thanks for the tale, Alex!

Thanks to Warren for the $10 Patronage.

Erics Roof

February 21, 2019 LittleFears9 Comments

“They’re not pests,” cried Eric. “Get off my roof.”

Jim looked down the sight of his air rifle.

“Don’t,” begged Eric.

Jim squeezed the trigger. The pigeons took off and came towards them. He took aim and squeezed again. The gun didn’t fire. His finger crumbled into seeds.

Eric stepped back as the flock descended.

Ahh, I still love the idea of pest control being eaten by pigeons. OK, so that’s a re-hash of the pigeon shamans previous story. Here’s the thing. I put 18 new prints onto my Etsy store. I then didn’t post about them again since listing day.

My problem is, I’m bad at writing marketing copy for my own art. So instead, I figure posting them with stories is better. Kinda… Right?

Oh, and this week, I finally got about to making mocks of all my images in different frames. So hey, I have something to talk about and point too!

Linky to my store: etsy.com/uk/shop/LittleFears

Shout out to Bob, the Penguin for buying me a cuppa ko-fi yesterday and thanks to Warren for the $10 Patronage.

Durthi

January 4, 2019 LittleFears15 Comments

She watched the roots, reaching up out of the ground. Twirling around each other. Tying themselves together and standing tall. She would have run when she saw her face forming in the organic ballet. If only the roots holding her hands and feet would loosen their grip.

Ya know, I was absolutely certain I’d had Durthi as a #Colour_Collective portrait. Can’t find her in any of the usual folders or my Twatter though. I shall remedy this in 2019.

Obs, this ain’t just no straight-up horror post, but an advert too. Cause ya know, I do need a few quid to buy tea!

You can get an original hand drawn Durthi or a print of this fiendish plant lady on my Etsy store. Postage is free and first class wherever you live in the world, and each card envelope comes with a free bird drawn on it. Stick that in ya stovepipe and smoke it.

Literally…

Links!

Durthi, art print: https://etsy.me/2sd6PCJ

Original hand drawn, Durthi: https://etsy.me/2F7RGuh

Lucy pt 7

December 6, 2018 LittleFears7 Comments

George tumbled through the door onto the roof. He could hear the shuffling of feet on the stairs below.
Why?” asked George.
“Oh, we all get our kicks somehow,” sighed Lucy. “That, and my ex-tells me I should channel my hobbies into doing more good for the world.”
“And this is doing good?” cried George.
“Yes, well,” replied Lucy. “But, maybe not for you.”
George looked over the edge at the stained pathways below. The stairwell door creaked open.

Lucy pt 6

December 5, 2018 LittleFears18 Comments

“Nearly there,” grinned Lucy. “And who’s this?”
“My window cleaner,” grimaced George.
“Thought he was banging your wife right?” said Lucy.
“I thought so, yes,” sighed George.
“Thought so?” asked Lucy. “Shame you changed your mind after he’d taken a tumble through the sixth-floor window.”
The window cleaner squirted Windowlene into Georges’ face and gave him a buff and shine.
“Oh and look at all the glass stuck in his backside,” laughed Lucy. “Hey, I bet that’s a right pane in the arse!”

Lucy pt 5

December 4, 2018 LittleFears6 Comments

“Up, up, up,” said Lucy, pulling him up to the next floor.
George stumbled through the door. “My god, this is my old kitchen,” he pondered.
“Ah, the wifey loved this room,” said Lucy. “ She was lovely wasn’t she?”
George glared at Lucy. “She tells me the kitchen table was the first place you two did the business.”
“She’s not…” muttered George.
“Here?” grinned Lucy. “Of course. She’s still in the pantry.”
A moan came from behind the door, George retreated to the stairwell.
“Do you know, the first time I had sex was with my first missus was in her parents’ kitchen,” sighed Lucy. “’This is awkward,’ she said. ‘Just ignore them’ I replied.”
The pantry door burst open, Georges wife emerged wielding her kitchen utensils.

This story originally came from some darker puns between Lucy and Yuffies meeting in the Grey Moon that felt out of context in that storyline. By Spectres beard, I just ain’t feeling it this week, though! Not happy with the quality of writing, humour or story. And I’ve ended up not using the original puns. Doh’eth.

But hey, the bright side. I have a growing library of sound effects. I’m overusing them something rotten this week, but it’s the learning to use them, innit.

Oh, and hey, it’s getting near Crimbo. If you enjoyed Grey Moons story or my old original horrors covering Capricorn, don’t forget they’re available in a lovely smellin paperback available on Amazon. They’d make a fab Christmas gift! (Linky: https://amzn.to/2PjT7ak )