Welcome to Day 2 of the October Frights Blog Hop!
Today, I've got some dark and demonic drabble-type reading for your cold little hearts.
Don't forget, the blog hop goes until Oct. 10, so check back every day for something new.
And make sure to visit A.F. Stewart's blog page, http://afstewartblog.blogspot.com/, for more creepy goodness and a complete list of all the bloggers taking part in this macabre fright fest.
Also, check out the Story Origins Giveaways page for free reads!
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now through Oct. 31.
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Speak Not the Words
Beyond our ken lies the black doorway, the bridge to the otherworlds. There wait the ancient gods Cthulhu, Yog-Sothoth, Azathoth, and Nyogtha. Blocked from our world, they send forth their minions, those who skulk in the shadows, hiding from the human race infesting what was once their masters’ world.
Orifices gnash in anticipation of sucking flesh and blood. Waiting for the day when the book is found, and the Old Ones walk again, destroying sanity and bringing death to mankind.
In the eternal darkness of their horrific triumph they will roam the Earth once again.
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Penetration Hurts
Penetration hurts. That’s the lesson I teach my johns. Like yesterday. This middle-aged mech-junkie comes in. Says he wants ‘something new.’ I hooked into his brain and generated a four-way orgy, but it wasn’t enough. So I got physical, gave him the real thing. He screamed when he felt the fifteen-centimeter appendage slide into his rectum. Called me a freak. They’re all the same. They all want something new but then they can’t handle it. That’s okay. In two weeks he’ll find out what something new really means. Hope he likes being a mother.
Who’s the freak now?
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Spaceport Krishnas
It was Tad’s first trip off-planet. The plan was to start in the main lounge. Every port has one. We grabbed our duffels and that’s when we realized he was missing.
“I warned him to stay close,” McGuire said. “This ain’t no place for a preacher’s son.”
That’s when we saw the them, handing out their pamphlets. Damn Condolians. You’ve probably seen ‘em too, preaching to anyone who walks by. Don’t matter if you’re on Earth or Milos 7.
I got a sinking feeling in my stomach.
Sure enough, McGuire spotted Tad’s leg sticking from one’s belly sac.
Religious freedom. Ain’t it great?
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Happy Anniversary
Covered in mold and clotted soil, the skeletal hand burst from the ground and grabbed Julia. As she screamed in horror, Jonathan swung a wine bottle at the inhuman creature pulling itself from the earth. In return, the undead thing’s yellowed finger bones clawed deep furrows across Jonathan’s face, removing an eye in the process. Jonathan fell back, howling n agony. Rotten, black teeth bit deeply into Julia’s throat, silencing her cries. The revenant pulled Julia’s body back into the hidden grave she and Jonathan had dug last year.
The thing that had once been Julia’s husband began to feed.
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When the Lights Go Out
Darkness is our time. We emerge from the shadows, hiding ourselves from the human race infesting the world that once was ours. Orifices gnash in anticipation of sucking flesh and blood. Waiting for the day when the book is found and the Old Ones return. In the eternal darkness of their horrific triumph we will roam the Earth once again.
Great creepy stories.
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