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List of Contributors
Kristina Howells, Kristina Jackson, Johnny Dod, Candy-Ann Little, Randy Pearson, Will Busch
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.
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Table of Contents
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Welcome to Allies Press first collection of Flash Fiction and Poetry. This book has been compiled for free as a platform to promote new and up-and-coming writers. Flash Fiction is stories written in 100 words.
Imaginations have gone wild, and you will read some spooky goings on in this book. If you like these poems and stories please don’t hesitate to check out these authors, and blogs.
If you are interested in writing in the next series Allies Press is currently looking for contributors of poems and Flash Fiction for its Christmas Edition. The deadline is the 1st December 2011.
So what are you waiting for, get your pens ready and start writing, Allies Press is waiting to hear from you at blackthornpress@hotmail.com
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It was Halloween
It was the night of Halloween
Children having fun
Dressing up in costumes
Going from door to door
“Trick or Treat”
They would say
On that night
Witches flying around on broomsticks
The graveyards are empty
Ghostly trails are all around
Children run home
You don’t want a fright
From a ghostly and eerie presence
On Halloween night
Pumpkin
Jane woke up feeling really happy. Why? Today was the day she was going to buy a pumpkin, and carve it.
It was the first time Jane had ever carved a pumpkin. It was something she had longed to do.
She soon found the ideal pumpkin, and bought it home with her.
“This pumpkin is a tough old one,” she exclaimed.
Finally she had cut out its face. Jane was really pleased.
Then on the night of Halloween, the pumpkin came alive. It was dancing with the ghosts. Jane couldn’t wait until the morning, as the pumpkin became normal again.
Foul fiend from Hell?
The wind howls around
The chimney stack up high
The fire leaps and dances
Within the hearth down here
But what lurks?
Hiding there by the gate
Can you see it twitch?
Look that shadowy shape
It slinks and hides
Eyes that glint and stare
The sound it makes,
Gives me quite a scare
A demon from another dimension?
Some foul fiend from Hell
No, it’s just the neighbours’ cat
But it could easily be those as well
Witch
Oh Witch of wonder
Witch of might.
Can I see you?
In your path of flight
As you soar there, up high.
Flying around the midnight sky,
With your cloak trailing behind
Do you know how she answered me?
Why watch me, child of earth?
When you have an open mind
Close your eyes and let yourself go
You’ll to be there before you know
Halloween
There was an air of foreboding on the eve, of all hallows day
The ghosts and goblins dodge the wolfs, as they seek out their prey
The occult feels strong tonight my dear,
As death and evil add to the fear
Magical charms and witches brew,
Give power to the efforts of the grim reapers too
Vampires seek to suck out your blood,
And there, the swamp monster drags him-self free from the mud
Tread careful my little my ones. Danger abounds this night
Beware who’s there
Ghouls wonder freely with an outstretched limb
Along with the zombies who delight in being grim.
And there a young child, unaware of the danger s
Toffee apple in one hand, trick-a treating with strangers
She knocks on a door which is opened just a crack
And there stands a figure, all dress in black
A Warning! To all you trick or treaters
You might get more than a treat
“Good evening young lady,” came a deep growling voice
“Trick or treat” cries the child, what is your choice?
A treat you shall have my little pretty one
After all that’s what’s expected, if I should join in the fun
A bagful of sweeties is what you shall get
Now hurry on home and don’t you forget
Never be on your own on Halloweens night
Else you might end up with something
More than just a fright
Lovers of the Night
The damp air seeped through her white dress. The heavy, blackness enfolded her, caressing her like a lover.
“Melanie, wait,” Robert yelled.
She stopped, the hairs on her neck standing up. Her heart beat faster.
He stepped closer. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she whispered. The time had come.
Taking her in his arms, his dark cloak swirled around them.
“I love you.” Her eyes held no reservations.
He smiled, his pointed teeth gleaming in the moonlight. “Forever.” He sank his teeth into her neck.
“Ouch!” She smacked him with her wand.
“You’re not really a vampire, idiot. It’s a costume.”
You're a Hobo!
"Trick or treat!"
At first, the woman frowned at Billy's dishevelled appearance, with his dirty face, snarled hair, and wrinkled, hole-filled clothing. Then she smiled. "Oh, I get it! You're a hobo! Wow, that's a very convincing costume, young man."
His soft, "Thank you," was both a reply to her comment and for the handful of candy she dumped into his plastic shopping bag.
"Even your dad went all out," she yelled as Billy walked away, toward the man with equally filthy clothing.
"No more houses, son," his father said. "We gotta go. The shelter will be full soon."
Dark House Part One
It was the perfect place to take the shot. The hit was right on schedule, the target would be arriving home from work at any moment. No one would think to look in the old, decrepit house, thought haunted by many of the locals. Sven had seen enough of the horrors of the living to know there was nothing beyond the grave that could scare him.
There, the target had just pulled up. Sven made ready for the shot when he felt something graze his upper thigh. He jerked around; pistol at the ready, but the room was just darkness.
Dark House Part Two
“It must be my imagination. C’mon Sven, take the shot and let’s get out of here,” he said quietly to himself. He was about to fire the shot, when he heard it again, this time much more clear and infinitely more terrifying.
“Sven…” the voice whispered out of the darkness.
“Who’s there,” he demanded. “Show yourself before I light you up.”
“Sven… Come to us,” whispered the voice again, this time closer and directly in front of him.
Against his better judgement he lowered his night-vision goggles, which he’d brought along in case the operation had taken until nightfall.
Dark House Part Three
As he shifted it into place, the room lit up.
There was nothing. It was just an empty room.
Then he felt the drip, drip, and drip on his head. He tried to cover his head with his hand while he scanned the room looking for where it could be coming from. The roof had been leaking earlier but the rain had stopped. As he brought his hand down from his head, he realized it wasn’t water. It was blood.
“Where could this be coming from?” he cried.
“Time to die,” he heard the voice say for the last time.
Kristina Howells is a published author and poet. She currently lives in Calais in France, works as an English teacher and a British expat. She has written non-fiction and fiction works. Since 2006, Kristina has started to self-publish due to her publishers going bankrupt.
Her works include:
A Hatter goes Mad, Bookcastle
Te Deum, Minerva Press
Una voce, Vista House
Lettre Fatale, Paragon Press
Making Sense of the Genesis Flood, published by Kristina Howells
Short stories
Poetry
Smashwords Profile: http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/kristinahowells
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Kristina-Howells/129257537150357
Twitter: https://twitter.com/violin21
Kristina lives with her husband David, and two children. She has several pets, one of the cats, Bono, is her writing companion. He is often found sharing her laptop. For more information about Kristina please visit her website.
Kristina Jackson Official Website: http://www.kristinajackson.co.uk/
Johnny Dodd is a writer, poet, musician and a moderator on Wikinut. He writes short stories and Children's stories, from his home in Sussex England. He is currently the head of a small company.
Blog: http://johnny-dod.blogspot.com/
Wikinut: http://www.wikinut.com/author~qjosm/johnnydod/
Johnny Dodd Website: http://factoidz.com/profile/johnnydod/
Candy-Ann Little grew up in a small town in Ohio, but now resides in Michigan with her husband and two teenage kids. She is a substitute for paraprofessionals and teacher assistants in the public schools, mostly working with the autistic program, and kids with learning disabilities.
She also enjoys helping with church activities. Her favorite things to do besides writing is reading, cooking and baking.
Her Inspirational, historical romance The Unwilling Bride, is on sale now. She has a cozy mystery novella, Death By Broken Heart set to release in November 2011.
Her next project will be an Inspirational, contemporary romance Unforgiving Ghosts, which deals with the emotions surrounding her daughter’s death. Look for its release date in Spring of 2012.
Born in Lansing, Michigan and raised in the formerly small town of DeWitt, Randy D Pearson has been writing since grade school, creating comic strips and picture books for Christmas and birthday gifts before moving to short fiction. His work has appeared in Small Towns: A Map in Words, Seasons of Life, Pets Across America 3, and the Washington Square Review 2011. In 2010, his debut novel, Driving Crazy, was released. For more information on this funny road trip story, please visit www.RandyPearson.org
William was born in New York City, NY, but spent most of his life growing up on the San Francisco peninsula. His interest in writing developed from a life-long passion for reading. Graduation from California State University at Monterey Bay in 2010, he now works for Cryptic Studios as a Software and Infrastructure test by day and budding novelist by night. He lives with his wife, Marissa, and two cats, Mojito and Tiki, in Campbell, California. 'Dark House' is his first published work.
Word press Blog: http://buschwc.wordpress.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/williamcbusch
Twitter: http://twitter.com/WCBusch
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