100 Words - Horror

 

I had to scurry up the stairs. She had my laptop and guessed my password. (It’s not hard if you know me.) Sure enough she was rifling through my browser history. I yelled, “I’m a mystery writer! It’s just research for a book!”

I thought it would help to show her some of my recent writing and explain how it related to the research I was doing. She was hesitant, but agreed.

For the first few pages it was going well. She laughed at the cops’ witty comments. Then she got to the disemboweling scene. I’m going to miss her.

100 Words - Horror

 

He was a writer of the darkest horrors. Creatures seen and unseeable inhabited his pages, kept at bay by nightlights and big dogs allowed to sleep in the bed just this once. Even the “good” characters often unleashed mental plagues unbearable to mere readers.

At events, the cosplaying masses sought him out whenever he went. They were annoying but mostly dressed in sexy spandex outfits. They would compliment him and many would say they wished they could write like him. He always answered, “No. The nightmares alone would crush you.” Then he would smile and they would walk slowly away.