Tastes of the Darkness Carnival III June 28, 2006
Posted by fredcharles in Flash Fiction, Writing.trackback
I’m terrified to announce the third edition of Tastes of the Darkness, the carnival of horror. So dim the lights, turn up the brightness on your monitor and enjoy…
The Promise by Deborah Woehr
Theo scratched at his face. I knew what that meant. My place was in the sidelines while the men gloated over their victory. That was all right because I knew I had won mine.
Voices in the Attic by Stephanie Vann
“I can hear you. You can’t fool me.” Marian spun around, her eyes wide open to reveal almost the entire white. “I can hear you, talking about me. Whispering in corners.
Odds… By Jean Bandi
The lightning isn’t the problem. The rain is what makes everything go bad, leaves everything under mud and mold.
The House That Jack Built by Benjamin Solah
This is the house that Jack built. Jack stood in front of it, unashamedly proud of the product of his hard labour. It still looked brand new, like he had built it yesterday. That was far from the truth.
Dark Fiends by Angela Englund
The captain woke with the sudden impact of her muzzle to carpet. She moaned and wondered why she had rolled out of bed. She tried to raise an arm to rub her offended nose, but found the hand would not follow the arm.
Killed By Death! By Fred Charles
Jones locked the basement door of the farmhouse and knew that he was about to die.
I soooo wanted to do this. I even started something yesterday. But then hubby was up for a movie and the rest is history.
But good turnout. Can’t wait to read’em.
Hey all. Can’t wait to read through the entries. I unfortunately, have been very busy as of late, and keep missing the deadlines. These new ones sound good.
-oni
[...] It would’ve been good to start that way, mainly because I didn’t know how to start it any other way. You see, even posting to this blog (my most successful writing project, I’d have to say) is hard at the moment. I haven’t written a lot in a while either and my last post on the subject of writing was last Tuesday and the posting of an old flash fiction piece for the latest edition of Tastes of the Darkness doesn’t count. The rest has been some political rambling, which has hurt my muse a little bit, despite a lot of my ideas focussing around political themes. [...]