Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Her car ground to a halt. She was alone on a desolate road with a dead car. The mist and silence was eerie. No cell signal. The terror grew as noises came from the woods. The car rocked. She screamed. The windshield shattered, a hand grabbed her, crushing her skull.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Its howl was terrifying. Its eyes yellow and piercing. Its fangs long and blood covered. I was afraid to move, frozen in its path. It moved back and forth on its hind legs like a man, but clearly a wolf. I ran, it chased, blood spattered, then all was dark.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Strange events keep happening in the small town of Kippen. Children disappear and come back as zombies. The pastor declares Satan as his God. The parents all walk around in mini skirts and shorts. That's the scariest part. Nothing is stranger than the fact the Earth is in the sky.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Her pink heels were sexy. She used them to entice, but even more, she used them to kill. Luring men to her home, she removed all clothing but those shoes. When the deed was done, as they rested, she came down hard on their throats with those sinful pink heels.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
The light came on. He was tied to a chair. Nicks and cuts were up and down his arm. The rats came in slowly. First a nibble here and a nibble there, then a full scale eating frenzy. Eyeballs, tongue, lips, nothing was spared. He screamed then, just succumbed.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
She struck him with a hammer square on the head. He slouched over the steering wheel. The others grabbed his body and placed it in ice. That night they hung it in the walk-in freezer among the others. “He’s a big one, hope he stays good until Christmas,” she laughed.
Monday, March 22, 2010
He started laughing. He couldn’t seem to stop. There really wasn’t a good reason, he just felt everything was funny. Soon he was laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. On and on he went, no oxygen, no breath, just laughing. At least he died with a smile.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Inside the funhouse I was lost. Halls were circling around and confusing. Finally I found a large open room. A strange looking man in goggles and a minor’s outfit waved me over. Thinking it was animatronics I approached him. Then came the fangs and a pickax. Out came my intestines.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
The circus started out as a fun time. Then came the clowns. At first a group of happy painted comedians. In minutes everything changed. The clowns went crazy, attacking the audience with knives and clawed fingers. Their eyes turned red and fangs appeared. Killing, maiming, eating until all were gone.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Lights, camera, action! He moved into position for the scene. He took her from behind as directed. She was acting odd, and then he noticed a growing wound on her ass. In seconds she threw him off her and wheeled around drooling blood and tattered flesh. She ate him, literally.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Children are the most violent when starving. When the apocalypse came the children changed. They turned on the parents. First Dad, who was nice and plump, the fat made him tender and juicy. Then Mom, less meat but good as well. Adults disappeared and the children ruled, fat and happy.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
His leg hurt from the dog bite. That night he had a hard time sleeping. He felt hot and his muscles ached. Suddenly he began to howl, bolted upright, and ran screaming from the house. The hair grew, the snout protruded, and the claws scratched. "Damn dog!" he growled.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
She felt the blood run from her eyes. For five thousand years she had roamed the Earth. It had become difficult to find new blood untainted by disease. Feeling tired, she fell upon a chair leg. As she died, she smiled, feeling pain for the first time in millennia.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Welcome to my short horror blog. This blog will post a daily story by me written in less than 50 words. If you don't know who I am, my name is Steven Farkas and I'm a pulp writer (mostly horror). I write pulp novelettes about zombies, killers, and some non-horror genres. This blog will be horror only. Come back every day and see the newest story. If you like it, check out my facebook site, author home page, and maybe buy a book, or two!!