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Here I am, back on Tumblr again.
I'm here to make friends in the horror community, so if you're a horror blogger/reader/author please say hey!
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Tiny Nightmares: Very Short Stories of Horror by Lincoln Michel and Nadxieli Nieto (eds.)
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note: If you did not finish but feel you read enough to form an opinion, you may choose a ‘Yes’ option instead of 'Partly' (e.g., Yes, I didn’t like it). Interpret "neutral or complicated" however you like, I intended this category to be a broad option between like and dislike.
A collection of horror–inspired flash fiction, featuring over 40 new stories from literary, horror, and emerging writers—edited by Lincoln Michel and Nadxieli Nieto, the twisted minds behind Tiny Crimes: Very Short Tales of Mystery and Murder. In this playful, inventive collection, leading literary and horror writers spin chilling tales in only a few pages. Each slim, fast–moving story brings to life the kind of monsters readers love to fear, from brokenhearted vampires to Uber–taking serial killers and mind–reading witches. But what also makes Tiny Nightmares so bloodcurdling—and unforgettable—are the real–world horrors that writers such as Samantha Hunt, Brian Evenson, Jac Jemc, Stephen Graham Jones, Lilliam Rivera, Kevin Brockmeier, and Rion Amilcar Scott weave into their fictions, exploring how global warming, racism, social media addiction, and homelessness are just as frightening as, say, a vampire’s fangs sinking into your neck.
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Inheritance.
The oceans are boiling. Which is a problem, obviously; literally of biblical proportions. There’s another problem. Extremophiles -- creatures that exist in intense conditions, like underwater thermal vents -- are not just microorganisms. Some of them are much bigger. They’re waking up. They can move anywhere, now.
And they are very hungry.
Wildlife.
The Farallones are known as The Devil’s Teeth, jagged outcroppings and dangerous shoals 30 miles outside of the Golden Gate. Their most famous residents are seagulls and seals. There are stories, though, from those that have gotten close enough, of larger birds, carrying seal carcasses. Birds that have human faces.
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Unclaimed.
When the sun sets in Buena Vista Park, the fog sweeps across the city, and you can see shadows. Under your feet are the rubbled tombstones of Gold Rush cemeteries that were moved down south. Those are the twilight silhouettes, shattered and unwhole, visions through a broken window.
Exorcism.
”When the City contacted me about an exorcism, I wasn’t expecting... this.” At this height, the wind is a cold knife. “I know this seems a little... daunting. We’ve been assured the reason for the profusion of suicides here is a... presence.” “The Bridge is possessed. And it’s hungry.”
White Lady.
“Have you seen my baby?” I turn around, but there’s no one. Just the statue of the pioneer woman, her back to me. Then the statue turns around. Its arms outstretched, creaking like rusted hinges. One hand points to the water, the other to me.
“Have you seen my baby?”