Christmas Alone: A Ghost Story

It is December 20th. Brian is alone. That’s all right. He never liked Christmas anyway...

An End to Solitude

It was midwinter and Ariella was shut in her new house by drifting snow. They should have been together, but he left her before the ink dried on the deed and she was alone amongst vast and empty rooms. At night she heard  old boards creaking. In the library she would find the fire lit...

Dead Man’s Keys

The piano is locked away, draped in dark cloth. A sign sits on top, painted in wild letters: DO NOT PLAY THE PIANO! If you're curious as to why, the janitor – who's full of stories as the people we forget are there always are – will tell you. There was a pianist who could...

Queen of the Lonely Paths

Ardhyld was a War Queen, her sword never far from her hand. Across the land, thousands quaked in fear of her and her fierce warriors, slaughtering under the Lion's mark. One night she and her warriors made camp by the river by the shadow of the Grimwood, laughing and drinking long into the night, rejoicing...

Prisoners of the Silver Screen

A bitter wind whistled past the lonely marquee, stirring the fading posters. Inside, light flickered through the reels, strange shadows stretching between chairs. The reel ticked and whirred. Dust drifted across the ancient film, where black-and-white figures danced in an elegant ball-room, their sixteen-millimeter steps flawless but silent. But among them were a few whose...

Never Cross the Old Bridge at Midnight

"Hold the bridge!" the commander had yelled. The horde had been almost upon them, their iron blades gleaming, so much darker than the gleaming bronze of the defenders. The defenders had stood there as an endless wave of barbarians surged towards them, knowing that this would be their last stand. "Hold the bridge!" Centuries later,...

FFftPP – Her

She's always there:  tall, pale, beautiful as the stars and the moon on the clearest of midwinter nights. No words ever come from between her blue lips, the color of frost. At times, it seems like she's trying to tell me something. I can see her reaching out, fingers grabbing towards me. Once, those fingers...

FFfAW– Ghost Town

Word Count: 150 The Saloon was empty when John entered. The pool table sat untouched, the little balls just sitting with out purpose where they'd last been. Sitting down at the bar, John listened for the slightest hint of movement. He heard nothing. "What can I get you?" a man asked, appearing silently. He wore...

Flash Fiction Challenge- The Man in the Mirror

The challenge was to write a 1000 word ghost story. I'm a little over at 1079, but I think that still qualifies. Warning- this story was intended to be scary. If you don't like things that are scary, you probably won't like it. Consider yourself forewarned. The Man in the Mirror Eustace Clarence had been a...