Reader’s Choice selection from DMC’s flash fiction group, Friday Frights. by K.L. Coones: He peered through his dark glasses at what was left of the small sign for the Lion’s Head Inn outside. Beyond it, where once was a small village [...]
Reader’s Choice selection from DMC’s flash fiction group, Friday Frights. by K.L. Coones: Being a well to do gentleman, Dorian went out often, but not tonight. Instead, Dorian Grey sat in front of his mirror with a frown splayed across his [...]
Reader’s Choice selection from DMC’s flash fiction group, Friday Frights. by K.L. Coones: The tea was made and the places set; so the Hatter waited, but six o’clock had not arrived. The March Hare wasn’t paying attention as he desperately discussed [...]
Reader’s Choice selection from DMC’s flash fiction group, Friday Frights. by K.L. Coones: “And then the man said, ‘I wish to change my plea to guilty by way of ignorance’,” finished Mr. John Utterson with a wry smile. Dr. Jekyll burst [...]
Reader’s Choice selection from DMC’s flash fiction group, Friday Frights. by K.L. Coones: “Has anyone seen Tink?” Peter rummaged around the hollowed out tree that served as the home of the Lost Boys of Neverland. Maybe she was under the pile [...]
Reader’s Choice selection from DMC’s flash fiction group, Friday Frights. by Lisa McCourt Hollar: Sunlight streamed through the room, waking Jane from her nightmare. Tears spilled out her eyes, streaking wet lines down her face. It had seemed so vivid, so [...]
Reader’s Choice selection from DMC’s flash fiction group, Friday Frights. by Lisa McCourt Hollar: Jane sat staring at the paw. The trick was to get the wish just right. She could wish the little girl back to life, but everyone that [...]
Reader’s Choice selection from DMC’s flash fiction group, Friday Frights. by Lisa McCourt Hollar: Walking back to her house, Jane thought about what she would wish for. She knew that the Monkey’s Paw could be deceptive, if the stories about it [...]
Reader’s Choice selection from DMC’s flash fiction group, Friday Frights. by Lisa McCourt Hollar: Jane stared at the object in the mysterious shop. It was a monkey’s paw, preserved for whatever morbid reason the creator of the object had in mind. [...]