Tag: Short Stories
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How long before pen hits paper…
….or fingers tap on keys? I have been thinking of at least 2 ideas for novels for the last 12 or 13 years, yet I still haven’t come close to getting started. I can churn out blogs, short stories, articles & one line fiction until the cows come home, yet, I just can’t seem to…
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One Line Horror: The hunted
I could feel myself sinking away, my breath prominent in the cold crispy night air, though his was even more prominent as he snorted and grunted while he tore pieces of meat from my exhausted body that failed to outrun this beast. Read more One Line Horror
Al Graham
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Sentence of Suspense: The getaway
I ran like I’d never ran before, my legs were like jelly and my heart thumped rapidly inside my rib cage while I dodged the gun shots and leapt across the railway track, the sound of the train thundering past with it’s honking horn was deafening and terrifying, but had at least bought me some…
Al Graham
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Sentence of Suspense: The deposit
All I had gone in to do was deposit a cheque for mum, it all happened so quickly, one minute I was in the que, the next I’m kissing the floor tiles of the bank with the rest of the unfortunate customers, with a shotgun barrel in my neck taking orders from six men in…
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One Line Horror: Back
He froze to the mattress as he felt her crawl into bed next to him, her hands were like ice and her hair like rats tails, he whimpered as he could feel the dress he recently buried his wife in. Read more One Line Horror
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Ten Sentence Fiction: The Vacancy
Harold squinted out of the windscreen while hunched over the steering wheel. The window wipers whipped back and fourth, hopelessy battling at the monsoon that fell from the night sky. He stopped the car outside the hotel. It was a dreary building, 3 stories built of red brick and timber cladding, sat sad and alone…
Al Graham
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One Line Horror: The Bus Driver
All 15 passengers clung to their seats and screamed for dear life as the bus thundered through the pitch black and derelict road while the engine roared and everything rattled, heads jerked on necks as the bus suddenly hauled to a stop and the crazed driver slowly turned round with a menacing grin and whispered,…
Al Graham
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One Line Horror: Spot Check
The driver shrieked in pain as blood poured from the gunshot wound in his leg, he cried and fell out of his car onto the Tarmac, trying to crawl away, but was stopped in his tracks as the traffic cop who pulled him over for a broken tail light, blasted a finalising bullet into his…
Al Graham
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One Line Horror: Surgery
She gagged and coughed up blood which fell back onto her face, she screamed and tried to wriggle free from the cold stainless steel autopsy table, the bright white halogen light shining in her face hindered her from seeing the masked man in scrubs standing over her, motionless, with a shiny scalpel in his hand.…
Al Graham
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Sunday Scare: The Horror Hunter
From next Sunday onwards, you can chill yourself to the core one night per week, when you follow the adventures of Ghost and paranormal hunter, Irv Oswald. Irv is not an average ghost hunter. He’s a real hunter, not like those screaming fools who scare themselves half to death on those Discovery Channel shows. He…
Al Graham
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