Flash Fiction *Barber Shock*


Barber Shock

David Turton

Richards had just finished telling the hairdresser about his Borneo expedition when she stepped backward, her face pale and her mouth gaping open. She put a hand to her mouth to stifle a gasp.

Richards widened his eyes when he saw what had shocked the hairdresser. Several small, black spiders were crawling around his head, cascading down his face. The hairdresser unleashed a bloodcurdling scream as the number of spiders multiplied.

Richards reached up to brush them from his head and out of his hair, but the spiders kept coming, covering his hands, his neck, his half-cut hair. He felt a tremendous itch as they crawled up his nose and into his mouth. The last thing he saw was his own face in the mirror, covered completely in tiny black scurrying spiders. Then, a ripping sound as his face tore open with a smattering of blood and tissue, covering the mirror with a wet mess. Thousands more spiders burst out of the gore behind his face. The hairdresser fainted at the harrowing sight, as Richards’ head gave way completely, his skull collapsing outwards to reveal a giant black spider, its long, hairy legs wrapped around his exposed brain.

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Flash Fiction *Endless Discipline*


Endless Discipline

G. E. Smith


“Mother, Edmund ran me through with a metal fencepost.”

After you set me on fire,” Edmund said.

“Enough.” Mother looked at the entryway rug spackled with blood and bits of charred flesh. “That’s the third rug this week you two have ruined. Out, both of you.” Mother grabbed her purse and car keys and went outside.

“Where are you going?” Emily said.

“In town to get another rug.” Mother tore out of the driveway.

Edmund and Emily grinned at each other.

“Race you to the stump with the rusty hatchet in it,” Edmund said.

The two siblings sprinted off.

* * *

Mother tapped the steering wheel as the car idled at a T intersection.


The sign arrow pointed left.

Mother put the convertible top down. She smiled, turned right, and floored the accelerator. Being an immortal single mom hadn’t been easy, but that was all about to change.

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Flash Fiction *Down the Alley*


Down the Alley

by Rie Sheridan Rose

            It was a quiet night… until the short-cut. I should have known better.

The library had been open late, so I was in a hurry. Mr. Tuggles would be so cross. He was used to being fed by six. That’s why I took the alley. It cut twenty minutes off the walk home.

I was a little distracted by the knowledge that my cat would be hungry. So I didn’t notice the noise at first. The little squeaking.

But it got louder and louder. Squeaks. Lots and lots of squeaks.

Then the eyes. Red dots about ankle high.

I started to turn around, but there were eyes behind. I clutched my purse by the handle. It was heavy enough to do a bit of damage.

But there were too many eyes. Too many squeaks. Both ways.

Could I get around?

My eyes darted back and forth.

I tried to run forward. Get through them to go home…

But the cat wasn’t the only thing that was hungry that night.

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Flash Fiction *Burn*



Karen Heslop

“No! Don’t go in there!” she cried while gripping the fireman’s arm.

The burly man pulled away from her easily and ran towards the burning house. She watched him disappear into the roiling sea of orange and yellow. Silently, she willed the bricks and beams of the old house to crumble and bury everything. God would forgive her; He would understand. Suddenly, the fireman exploded from the front door with his blanketed package in tow, a smile brightening his soot-smeared face. He released the sole occupant of the inferno as soon as it was clear he could walk on his own. The tall, lanky man who she now knew was not a man at all walked towards her on unsteady legs. She clenched and unclenched her fists in both fear and frustration. When he embraced her, two tentacles from his true form protruded from his chest to brush against her breast roughly and her body stiffened involuntarily.

“My dear…fire never works,” he whispered in her ear mockingly.

A single tear ran down her cheek.

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FunDead will be at Salem Horror‘s Women With Guts night at the Cinema Salem. We will be reading at this amazing event, which shines the spotlight on women in all aspects of the horror business, from film, to print, and all the in-between. See the Facebook event page here for ticket and event info.





D.S. Thomas

No-name could have been you and, for a brief moment, you were No-name. Everyone has been, at some point or another. Suspect and uneasy features assigned to an otherwise faceless being. A boogeyman. Someone’s nightmare. For a few moments, at least, you could have been a shadow that terrified or an unexpected voice that left your victim slack-jawed and pale. You might not have been my No-name, but you might have been somebody’s.

“You’ll keep quiet or…” Continue reading

Theater Three



Theater Three

By Ellie Brown

When I was in my early twenties, I worked at a small movie theater that showed only independent, cult, and foreign films. The theater was built in the early 1940’s and was decorated in the style of the era with heavy red velvet curtains, stained glass light fixtures, and dark wood. My co-workers were mostly college students at nearby Wayne State University or were enjoying their post-graduation “lost years”, like me. We slacked off, smoked pot in the basement and on the roof, picked the films for the summer midnight movie series, came up with cast lists for who would play each of us in a movie about our theater, and generally had the run of the place. Despite the minimum wage pay, tacky uniforms, and the misanthropy that comes with working with the public, it remains my favorite job. Except for this one thing… Continue reading