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Make it a Quick One

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Who here likes horror? While I’m not a big horror fan, I find it curious why many are drawn to it. Recently, a friend challenged me to write a two sentence horror story by Friday. Was I willing to try? Why not.

Below are a few different two sentence horror stories. Have a favorite? Comment below.

The usual snoozefest started in fourth period like every Wednesday for Haley, who was sound asleep as the drone discussed planes and right angles. The scythe raised and swiped down in a diagonal, the scream lingering behind closed eyes.

Thunk! His shaky hand wiggled the hilt from his side, vision sharpening and blurring while her crimson lips shot him a pitiful smile.

“Can you hear me?” she screamed, hands pressing against the walls. The blank eyes lined up with hers as the door slid shut with a thud.

No way out, absolutely no way out, he thought. The screams filled the air and all he could do was close his eyes as the sound intensified.

The trigger was pulled with haste, sending the bullet into his windpipe. The last thing he could make out in the blurriness was the rotting, swollen face with bloodshot eyes hovering over his face.

Coalite – Chapter 5

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Author’s Note: This chapter was written with a nod to today’s Daily Post challenge. There is some language and a small graphic description at the end. Proceed with caution.

“Thanks for the wise advice – very ‘useful’ indeed,” Lenny replied.

“Anytime Miss Raincloud,” Baine said. “Good luck finding this mystery guy.”

“Yeah thanks,” Lenny muttered as she hung up. She tossed her phone into her messenger bag after the call and drummed her fingers on her knee. So much for having another lazy summer start.

She checked her watch and glanced over at the cafe, silently debating whether she wanted to grab a muffin before meeting Val or wait it out. Before she could make up her mind, her phone buzzed again.

Val

Just finished – yay! lunch soem place?

Sent 11:48 AM

***

“God I am SO glad that this semester is O.V.E.R!” Val declared as she stirred sweetener into her iced tea.

“Final hard?” Lenny asked.

Val shook her head and crumpled the sweetener packet into a little ball. She placed it on the table and the waitress stopped by to grab it and the crumpled straw wrappers. “Thanks!” Val said to the waitress before she left. She took a sip of her iced tea and continued.

“No there’s this girl who was in 3 of my GE classes who was a total, ugh…even bitch isn’t good enough to describe her!” Val said.

“Erm how so?”

Val pursed her lips together and took on a haughty persona, eyes rolled toward the sky. “Well this material’s a breeze for me, I mean, I learned it at my old high school! After all I was, the best, in my school! This school should be thanking me for even choosing them over Yale and Stanford!”

“Wow sounds like a real charmer,” Lenny said as she tried to suppress her laughter.

“Oh it gets better,” Val warned her. “She one time took a look at my paper topic for Self-Discovery in Writing and started editing it without asking! Fiona was supposed to be proofing it and somehow this chick weaseled her way over to her and told Fiona that she was supposed to be editing my paper! And might I say that this was all during class?”

“Didn’t your professor say something?”

“Nope, she didn’t notice – too busy helping Mr. Worrywart with the Tiger Aunt problems try to perfect his already perfect essay,” Val replied. “So I come back from the bathroom to find her reading my paper and it’s covered in red ink. Like really, I swear there was no freaking white space left on the page!”

Val paused to sip more iced tea before continuing. “So I’m really pissed but I’m trying not to let it show when I take my seat and she slides the paper over without looking at me. She then caps her pen, sticks her nose in the air, and says, “You’ve got a lot of work to do to make that better. I’d take all of my suggestions if you want an A, by the way.” I mean, seriously? Did she really have to say that?!”

Lenny winced before breaking off a piece of bread and eating it. The waitress returned with their food and placed the plates in front of them.

“Anything else?” the waitress asked.

“No we’re good,” Lenny replied. “Thank you.”

Val stabbed a piece of romaine with her fork and shoved it into her mouth. “You know what I said to her?”

“No what?”

“Thanks for the wise advice – very ‘useful’ indeed,” Val said. She picked up the pepper and added it to her side salad.

“How did she react?” Lenny asked as she cut her burger in half.

Val rolled her eyes as she began cutting her chicken. “Oh she said that it was ‘very useful’ and that I should be very grateful that she offered to help. Help? Ha! Fiona was supposed to be helping me, not you!”

“Well what’s her major?” Lenny asked.

Val scrunched her nose and paused, fork mid-air as she thought about it. “Ummmm…I think its some Civil/Peace major with Comm. She said she was in the writing class to find a distinct voice for her writing. As for the other classes, yeah I’m sure she probably flunked the AP versions in high school and just doesn’t wanna admit it.”

“Well you’ll never have to see her again, unless you absolutely wanted to,” Lenny joked.

“Oh sure Lenny, I wanna take her clubbing and hey, maybe we can get matching outfits!” Val shot back.

***

“Gonna go help your grandmama in the shop today?” Val asked as they drove back.

“Yeah probably,” Lenny replied.

“You want me to drop you there?”

“Nah it’s cool,” Lenny said. “Can you just drop me at home so I can get rid of my book bag? I’ll probably walk there.”

“You sure?”

“Positive,” Lenny said. She glanced out the window as Val entered her neighborhood and turned into the cul-de-sac. “Thanks again Val.”

“Of course,” Val said. “See you soon?”

“Definitely,” Lenny replied as she unclipped her seat belt and grabbed her book bag. “See you!”

Lenny closed the passenger door and jogged up the steps of her grandma’s house, fishing out her keys from a pocket in her bag. She inserted the key into the lock and turned it, opening the door and closing it behind her.

“Gran! You here?” Lenny called out. She walked into the kitchen and saw that the faucet was spewing a thin line of water into the sink. She shook her head and quickly turned the knob all the way to the left to turn it off. Gran was starting to deal with arthritis so Lenny could forgive her for not being able to turn the faucet off all the way. She paused when she noticed 2 small blobs of red in the sink and she looked closer to see what they were.

Her blood ran cold and she quickly made her way upstairs. “Gran! Everything okay?”

She reached the top of the stairs and ran to her grandma’s bedroom, yanking open the door. Nothing, except the neat comforter and fluffy pillows leaning against the headboard. Everything looked to be in order but something was off. She heard a noise coming from her room and her spine stiffened.

She quietly closed the door to Gran’s room and headed in the other direction to her room across the hall. She gripped the strap of her empty book bag as she walked cautiously towards her room. Maybe she was overreacting – Gran was probably fine and just tidying up her room to keep busy, like she would do sometimes.

Lenny hesitated at her door and bit her lip. She could feel something electric in the air, not light and pure like the magic she was learning but something sharp and cold. She gripped the knob in her hand and turned it.

She pushed the door open slowly, only to have coffee-colored fingers pull it open quickly from the other side. A face appeared around the other side of the door and met her gaze with moss green eyes. His short dark hair stuck up at different angles and his red-pink lips curled into a smirk.

“Hello Millennia,” the stranger greeted her. “About time we met – heard a lot about you.”

Lenny straightened up and dug her fingers into her palm. No one called her by her real name – the stupid name her mom gave her because she thought it sounded so new age. This stranger appearing in her house while her Gran was gone was no coincidence. Judging from his appearance that Baine gave her, it was clear who was standing before her.

“Are you the incubus that the bartender told me about?” she asked.

The stranger made a mock bow as he threw his arms out in a grand gesture. “You found me. Now, we have some unfinished business we need to deal with.”

“Frankly, this business was finished a few seconds ago,” Lenny said. She threw her book bag at him and zeroed her gaze on the doorknob, pulling it shut towards her and locking it. She wasted no time dashing down the stairs to grab her keys to book it out of there as quickly as possible. She yanked the front door open to see the stranger standing in front of her with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Didn’t your mother tell you it was rude to slam doors in strangers’ faces?” he asked with a raised brow.

“Not when it comes to demons,” Lenny shot back. “Get the Hell out of here before I use the entire knife block against you.”

The stranger started laughing, doubling over at her statement. Lenny ignored him and ran to the knife block to grab the biggest knife out, only to find it was sticking in its slot in the block. The stranger appeared before her, guiding her hand away from the block.

“For the record, steel blades don’t do much damage to us,” the stranger said as he let go of her hand. “We just heal very quickly without a scratch. Now if we’re talking blades forged by light or angel-made weapons, then yes we would take some damage.”

“Thanks for the wise advice – very ‘useful’ indeed,” Lenny retorted.”I’ll try to remember that as you try to kill me.”

The stranger held his hands up in defense. “Who said anything about killing you? Actually wanted to thank you.”

“Oh that’s rich,” Lenny said. “A demon is thanking me – what for?”

The stranger smirked, “Well get a clue Warlock Girl. My sister is dead and its all thanks to you.”

Lenny blinked and stared up at the stranger with raised brows. “What?”

“She was, as the humans say, a total bitch, but hey I think we’re all a little better off without her in the world,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Don’t give me this ‘Thanks for killing my sister’ spiel – what do you mean she’s dead?” Lenny demanded. “I only stopped her from charging at me with an invisible wall. She was supposed to be just knocked out, not dead.”

The stranger leaned against the counter and blinked. “That’s not how I found her. Long after you left, I went out looking for her to clean up the mess she probably made and I found her with one eye swollen, a blood pool by her mouth, and bruising on her body.”

Coalite – Chapter 4

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“Uggggghhhh,” Val moaned the next morning. She sat up and rubbed her eyes before she noticed the outstretched hand offering her two aspirin and a glass of water.

“Good thing your final’s not ’til 10:30,” Lenny said as she handed over the items.

Val glanced over at her alarm clock and shot Lenny a smile before popping the aspirin in and swallowing with a long drink of water. She gasped for air after the long sip and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I owe you big time Lenia,” Val said. “Guess I better start cramming last minute before Judgment Time.”

Lenny resisted the urge to correct Val on her last sentence. This time, she could blame the fairy for making her friend’s drink so strong that it made her act a little more clueless. Fairy-made stuff tended to make humans a little more loopy and dazed than usual.

Val threw back the covers and began gathering sweats, a tank, and underwear to change into. Lenny brushed a strand of hair away from her face and began making the trundle bed that Val’s mom pulled out for her last night. Val looked over at Lenny as she hurried to the bathroom.

“I think I have your skirt and top from the last time,” she said. “Mom probably washed it – check my closet. It’s probably got a ‘Lenny’ tag on it. Mom’s idea, not mine.”

Lenny laughed as she puffed the pillow and stood up. Val headed off to shower and Lenny walked into Val’s closet in search of her clothes that Val borrowed from a previous time. She walked past a bar filled with a variety of dresses and found a clear hanger with a hot pink sticky note that read ‘Lenny’ scrawled across it. Lenny pulled the hanger from the bar, which contained her dad’s old Sergeant Pepper Beatles shirt and favorite dark blue circle skirt that fell a few inches above her knees.

“Sorry gotta change undies,” Val said as she entered the closet, towel wrapped around her body. She brushed past Lenny and swapped out the pair she grabbed for a plain bikini pair in pink. “Ugh I hate being on the rag. Really wanted to wear a cute pair to get me through this awful final and now–”

“Way too much info,” Lenny cut her off.

Val scrunched her nose up and stuck her tongue out at Lenny. She dug around in the drawer and threw a black pair of boy shorts at Lenny. “Yeah and those you can wear,” Val said. “Mom bought them for me by accident – never wore them and never will.”

Lenny caught the boy shorts and thanked Val, who dashed off to shower, groaning about her stomach cramping.

***

“You’re so lucky to be done with everything,” Val sighed as they headed to campus. “Thanks again for going with me.”

“No problem,” Lenny said as they pulled up to the student lot.

Val fished out her ID card and scanned it to get into the structure. The arm lifted and Val zipped in, driving over the speed bumps aggressively. Lenny gripped the handle on the door as they went over them and winced. Val muttered an apology before picking a spot and slamming on her parking brake.

“So what are you going to do?” Val asked Lenny as they got out.

Lenny picked up her bag and pulled back the flap to show Val her books. “I snagged my books before crashing last night and thought I’d sell them back.”

Val blinked and frowned at Lenny. “Wait, we stopped at your place first? Sorry, I’m sorta hazy about last night – think whatever was in that drink really messed me up.”

“Uh no,” Lenny said. “I grabbed them after I dropped you off and said I’d be back to sleep over.” Well, it was kinda the truth – Val had crashed the moment they got back and Lenny waited until Val’s mom had closed the door before she summoned her school bag and had it arrive through the window of Val’s room. She had contemplated just driving over to pick up her books in person but thought better of it, as Gran would probably be sleeping.

“Oh okay,” Val said. “Good luck trying to get anything decent back for them – I swear they are such cheapskates there! I’ll text when I’m done.”

“Good luck!” Lenny said as she waved goodbye. She headed in the direction of the campus bookstore, hitching the heavy bag higher on her shoulder. She spotted the long line spilling outside of the bookstore and sighed as she joined it, crossing her arms over her chest.

***

“Your total is $111.79,” the student announced as he read off the amount that Lenny could get back for her textbooks and materials. “You wanna take it as store credit or cash?”

“Cash please,” Lenny said as she fished out her student ID and driver’s license. She flashed both at the student ringing her up and he thanked her as he input it into the register and began counting bills out. Lenny stretched her hand out and accepted the amount and her receipt, stashing the money into her wallet and throwing it back into her bag. She rubbed her sore shoulder as she left the bookstore – she didn’t miss her War and Historical Conflicts class, as that had the worst amount of reading material required.

Lenny heard her phone vibrate against her wallet and she fished it out, frowning as she read the screen. She didn’t recognize the number and decided to let it just go to voicemail. If it’s that urgent, they can leave a message and a callback number, she thought.

She put her phone back in her bag and walked over to the cafe on campus to grab a smoothie. The phone continued to buzz in her bag and she bit her lip as she gripped the door handle, pausing to listen to her phone. Normally her phone wouldn’t ring this long, unless it was a call from a non-human. Unless you clicked the Ignore button, non-humans could continue to bug you until you answered or manually ignored the call. She stepped away from the door and pulled it out again – of course it was the same number calling her again. Lenny walked to a bench and slid across the screen to answer it.

“Hello this is Lenny Avionnet,” Lenny answered. “Who is this?”

“Well, well Miss Raincloud, nice to hear your charming voice again.” the male voice replied. “This is Baine from Shangri-La Nightclub.”

“The fairy bartender,” Lenny said. “Yeah I remember you. How did you get this number?”

“I have connections babe,” he said.

Lenny tightened the grip on her phone and shot back, “Call me ‘babe’ again and I’ll strangle you with an iron collar. What do you want?”

Baine chuckled as he ran a hand through his hair. “Wow kinky, you threaten all guys with a metal collar? Okay, on a serious note, there was a guy looking for you earlier today.”

“Must be a fluke,” Lenny replied.

“Why, you like girls?” Baine said. “Ah well anyways, he wanted to ask you about the stark raving mad she-demon who shadowed you after you left.”

Lenny straightened up on the bench and pressed the phone closer to her ear. “Who was this guy?”

Baine shrugged as he polished a glass at the bar, cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder. “No name but dark hair, trademark green eyes, and some kinda accent. Don’t ask me what though – I can’t tell the difference.”

“What’s so special about the succubus I dealt with anyways?” Lenny asked. She knew it was early to tell, but she had a bad feeling that her encounter with the succubus only caught the attention of an incubus. She hated them more than the female ones – as a child, she swore that she spotted one feeding off of a dead woman when her mom took her shopping downtown one early evening. According to Gran, demons had killed her parents and many other warlocks in a malicious act as revenge for the High Council’s act of exposing two demons to various magical torture processes with light and purity elements.

Baine put the glass down and held the phone in his left hand. “Listen, he didn’t say much other than he wanted to talk to you. Didn’t give a number or name for me to pass on. But I’m guessing he wants to know what went down last night. I’m sure you noticed, but your little stalker wasn’t acting normal for her breed.”

“She looked sickly,” Lenny admitted. “But really, nothing big happened – she took my keys for kicks, I got them back, and she fell after hitting an invisible wall I made. End of story.”

“Yeah well she never came back in,” Baine replied. “First time I ever saw this guy, but he knew that I saw you earlier and said I had to relay the news or something.”

“Great, that’s real helpful,” Lenny mumbled. “Yeah well, thanks I guess. Sorry you got dragged into this.”

“Don’t mention it,” Baine said. “And if you plan to have another epic showdown, please do me a favor and host it elsewhere?”