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Puddle Poke

April 23, 2019 LittleFears14 Comments

“You look upset,” said Pedestrian.

“Well,” sighed Puddle. “My nan just got scammed. 92 years old. They stole her credit card details and everything.”

“Darn,” replied Pedestrian. “Sounds bad!”

“It is,” sighed Puddle. “But hey, for just £25 I’ll teach you how not to get scammed.”

Hah, now that was a damp squib of a story. Do you know what isn’t a damp squib? The Little Fears tees on Threadless. You can nobble one here: littlefears.threadless.com

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Car Door

April 22, 2019 LittleFears31 Comments

“She hasn’t spoken to me all week,” sighed Lucy.

“Oh dear,” replied Yuffie. “What’s happened?”

“She got mad at me because I didn’t open the car door for her,” grumped Lucy.

“Is that all?” pondered Yuffie.

“Yeah,” said Lucy. “I just panicked and swam for the shore…”

If you’re going we’re going to go dark with a pun, we’ll go Lucy dark. If you love our Lucy, you might like to know her portraits available on the Little Fears Etsy store: littlefears.etsy.com

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Dark Paths

April 21, 2019 LittleFears8 Comments

Story by Lauren

How do you overcome the darkness on the path less traveled when there is no one around. You can see that this path is overgrown and not many would dare follow this path.

We all have our deamons to fight, we all have our memories to fall back on, nevertheless what happens when the path less traveled is so dark so overgrown that you can not see your memories or feel the deamons.

You can only feel the darkness seeping into your reality, into your mind and your thoughts.

This week’s Sunday collab was written by Lauren of Life Inside BDSM. A prolific writer of naughtiness. Thank you for the spookems, Lauren!

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Yellow Deer

April 20, 2019 LittleFears27 Comments

“Deer your puns are awful” cried Sprite.

“Hey,” said Deer, “there is a fine British art to telling a good groaner.”

At that moment, the past and the future approached from opposite directions. Their paths crossed right where Deer and Sprite were standing.

The future bumped into the past, they turned to face each other, growled and postured in a grumpy fashion, then walked away up different paths.

“Wow,” said Deer, “that was tense.”

Sprite whined.

Oh, I loved Deer. A callback to her first appearance and one of my fave esoteric puns. She was in a few stories from my very first series of stories (featured in January) and never really came back. Reckon she looks right against a sunburst of Lemon Yellow for this weeks #Colour_Collective.

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TJOCD

April 19, 2019 LittleFears36 Comments

“What’s wrong now,” sighed Serpent.

“I can’t stop singing Tom Jones songs,” sighed Red. “The doctors said I had TJOCD.”

“What’s that?” asked Serpent.

“Tom Jones Obsessive Compulsive Disorder,” sighed Red.

“Oh dear,” replied Serpent. “Is that common?”

“Well,” grumbled Red. “It’s not unusual…”

Hah! Take that to the face, readers! A Tom Jones pun, direct from the 80’s!

The 1480’s of course… He’s that old right?…

Oh god, so am I…

Please excuse me while I have a minor crisis…

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Postage Stamp

April 18, 2019 LittleFears30 Comments

“Yours sincerely,” said Shadows, “Shadows.”

“Hey shadows,” asked Driver, “are you talking into an envelope?”

“Yep,” replied Shadows.

“Why?” asked Driver.

“Trying to send a voice mail, innit,” replied Shadows.

Shout out to regular commenter, Woeful for buying me a cuppa on Ko-Fi yesterday. I’m 100% with her on Fleabag. A comedy-drama(-tragedy), I cannot recommend enough. It had its finale last week. The entire show’s only 6 hours viewing. I’m certain all fans of quirky British humour will love it. Currently free on the UK’s BBC Iplayer. Amazon Prime has Fleabag, too.

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Red Moth

April 17, 2019 LittleFears20 Comments

“You’ve got to help me!” whimpered Red.

“What’s wrong?” gasped Serpent.

“I think I’m a moth!” squeaked Red.

“Why would you run into a theatre to tell us that?” asked Sprite. “You should have gone to a doctor.”

“I know,” cried Red. “I just saw a light on…”

The fear of butterflies and moths is called lepidopterophobia. I wonder what the general squawking and flapping of arms is called when a big moth enters the room and blats about. Moth-dance?

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Saved

April 14, 2019 LittleFears22 Comments

Story by Aimer

A bump in the night,
It’s nothing, right?
Wind at the window,
Gusts at the door.
Shadows in the bedroom,
Were they there before?

An old farm house,
Creaking wood floors.
A musty bed
In an unused room.
A storm, mad rain,
Go to sleep, again.

A crucifix on the wall,
Across from the bed.
A voice in the dark,
A whisper in his head.
Have you been saved?
The shadows said.

Thorns on his head,
Blood on his ribs.
The pale figure moved,
First hands, then feet.
Stepped off the wood cross,
Floated down from the wall.

Sheets on the floor,
Feet on the stairs.
Heart pounding,
Door slamming.
Rain on his face,
He shouted back at the house.

Thanks, but I saved myself!

This week’s spooky Sunday collaboration was written by a regular in comments, Aimer of Aimer Boyz. Author, poet, odd-bod. Cheers for the spookies, Aimer!

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