The girl ran. The girl shouted, “Mother! That radio! It’s ea… Ahhh!”
The mother ran. The mother shouted, “Husband! That radio! It’s eating my… Ahhh!”
The husband ran. The husband shouted, “Max! That radio! It’s eating my fam… Ahhh!”
Max yawned. Max farted. That awful radio said, “Bye, doggy doggy!”
Madeline is almost ten. She likes reading, drawing, writing, and learning new things. Madeline hopes to be a scientist.
Wake up! It’s coming for you. Leave quickly, through the window if you can.
A slimy tentacle forces its way under your door. It wraps itself around your leg as you try to run.
You’re pulled through the door, down the hallway, into the basement.
I tried to warn you.
LB Thomas lives in Montana and owns a Tennessee Walker treeing coonhound named Zumbi. His work has been featured in Every Day Fiction and Flashes in the Dark.
“You’re a naughty boy, Dr. Frankenstein, leaving all those body parts on the floor for me to trip over. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you wanted me to trip and kill myself.”
“Then you’d better count yourself lucky I’m building a car down here and not a monster.”
Connell Wayne Regner wrote this story as inspired by Alex Sinclair’s The Disgruntled Housekeeper. Connell’s other dabblings can be found at paragraphplanet and wtdmagazine.wordpress.com.
I covered my eyes, hoping I’d miraculously become invisible, like a child playing peekaboo, trying to deceive myself into thinking, “what I can’t see can’t hurt me.”
Neither worked. The creature that’d been chasing me for days was, despite my hopes, still fast approaching.
There was nowhere left to run.
Bernadette Woods is an English Literature student who in addition to writing as part of her studies also writes purely for enjoyment. When she is not busy writing she also enjoys both painting and photography, or essentially anything that involves creativity and imagination.
“There’s a monster under my bed!” whimpered Sophie.
“I know,” said Mom. “I put it there. It likes dark places.”
“Won’t it come out at night and eat me!?”
“No, it’s a vegetarian.”
Sophie put fresh heads of lettuce under her bed every day for the rest of her life.
There is a monster in the mountains that preys on bumblebees, daffodils, and woodland creatures, swallowing them whole into its enormous belly.
Some say there’s a garden in there, a paradise where the flowers bloom and the wildlife lives on, frolicking. They’ve forgotten that the monster once swallowed a bear.
This story was based on the prompt “in the mountains” on TypeTrigger.
A monster slouched past my apartment window last night, its shoulder on the thirty-fifth floor. I tried to get its attention, but it just skulked onward towards the west.
This morning I woke up early to check the news. There was no mention of my monster. I was sadly disappointed.
Andrew Black is a writer of weird fiction and has had stories featured in anthologies by May December Publications and SNM Horror Magazine. Andrew has a blog with news of the weird and tips for writing at maskofreason.wordpress.com.
Jim sniffed. “Smell the sweetness?”
“Yes. Lovely,” Sam said. “I like the ones that have just fallen.” He studied the plump morsel, the nectar inside straining against its skin. “A real peach.”
Jim took a bite and licked his muzzle. “It’s werewolf heaven, all these humans dying from sun stroke.”
Barb Ettridge is totally bemused by life, but enjoying all the randomness.
“I honestly thought it was a typo,” explained Paul, as he smoothed the rumpled map over the rough planks of the bridge, pointing to the label he had—up until about five minutes ago—assumed to mean “Toll Bridge”.
“Sorry. I can’t read, either,” said the troll, and ate him.
Jeremy Petter is a writer, actor, and editor for LoadingReadyRun, an online sketch comedy troupe with four regular series on The Escapist.
She shrieked as a horrible, misshapen little creature squirmed out of her grocery bag and flopped itself, half-formed lungs heaving, onto the floor.
Kill it! cried her husband, but pity stayed her hand.
A bond formed between them,
and though it was built on only moments,
it lasted;
it remained.
This story was based on a title suggested by @vxicepickxv.