Archive for the ‘Friday Fears’ Tag

Friday Fears: Two-sentence horror #13

I’m a day late with this Friday Fears post. I had a submission, which I promised to put up on 25 May, but I had a manic day at the day job yesterday.

Apologies to Hari Navarro, who sent me the submission below, for being late in posting his two-sentence horror story

Doctor Jurin sighed wearily as he ran his scalpel through the puffy wax of the girl’s bloated abdomen. The eel that oozed out of the opening and contracted into her gathering necrotic fluid cost him the end of his tongue.

By Hari Navarro

And here’s one from me:

The imposter continues to live my life: looking like me, sounding like me, acting like me. But he’s not me, because I am here, and no one can see or hear me so they have no idea that this stranger isn’t me.

Happy weekend, Horror Hounds, and don’t have nightmares!


Friday Fears: Two-sentence Horror #12

Hello horror hounds!

I’ve had another two-sentence horror story submitted to me from Claire Fitzpatrick, which makes it time for some more Friday Fears!

Here is Claire’s story:

“This tastes divine,” I murmured, shovelling the soft strips of meat into my mouth. “It’s a pity you’re so thin,” I added, slicing off the cheek from my sister’s hack-up face.

And here’s one from me:

I always dreamed of being famous, and fame has finally come to me. It also came to the man who murdered me, but at least he’s still alive to enjoy it.

Happy Friday, and don’t have nightmares!


Friday Fears: Two-sentence horror #11

I’ve had a submission for my Friday Fears feature so it’s time for another post!

Today’s featured two-sentence horror story comes from Claire Fitzpatrick.

Anna dug her nails into the soft citrus-scented skin, peeling it back to reveal the spongy pink flesh.

“I told you to wait for me,” Tom said, hastily sawing off his little sister’s remaining arm.

And here’s one from me:

I was so tired of seeing my boss’s face every morning. So I took his head out of the fridge, cooked it, and ate it.

Happy Friday, and don’t have nightmares!



Friday Fears: Two-sentence Horror #10

It’s Friday! And time to bring back the ‘Friday Fears’ feature, which involves horror stories of only two sentences.

So here are a couple of new ones from me:


Many people complimented me on my costume, and commented on how realistic the bloody knife looked. By the time they realised I wasn’t wearing a costume, it was too late.


When I woke up and could not see, my initial thought was that I had gone blind. I reached up to feel my face and that’s when I discovered that it wasn’t there – my body ended in a sticky mess where my neck had been.


As always, if you want to play, send me your two-sentence horror story and I’ll feature it next time.

Happy Friday, and don’t have nightmares!

Friday Fears: Two-sentence Horror #9

Tomorrow is Hallowe’en – traditionally the time for spooks and ghouls and things that go bump in the night. So I am offering a couple of new two-sentence horror stories to give you chills.


I went to tuck my son in and found him standing outside his bedroom door, completely translucent. “I just wanted to say goodbye, Daddy,” he said, before fading from view.


My wife never says thank you when I take her breakfast in bed every morning. She really ought to, after I went to all the trouble of digging her out of her grave and all.


Happy Hallowe’en!


Friday Fears: Two-Sentence Horror #8

It’s been a while since I posted any Friday Fears. But we’re moving towards Hallowe’en so it’s time to bring it back.

I seem to have zombies on my mind at the moment, going by what I came up with this week.


I thought it was odd that I saw no one as I walked to the bus stop. Then I spotted the first of the zombies shuffling down the street, their chilling moans breaking the silence.

I woke up this morning to discover the world ended last night, and I am the only human being left alive. There are a lot of things out there, though, that are not alive, and not human.


If you’d like to try your hand at your own two-sentence horror stories, send me your contribution or post it in the comments, and I will feature it next time.

Happy Friday!

Friday Fears: Two Sentence Horror #7

It’s been a while since I posted any new Friday Fears, but it’s time I got back into the habit of posting them. Thinking up new ones is a very good writing exercise.

The last post was at Hallowe’en, and I had a couple of contributions on the back of my post, so I shall start with those.

Here is a Hallowe’en-themed one from Sarah Ellender:

“Love your costume, so scary.” I’m not wearing one.

And a nice creepy one from Stephanie:

The water ran pitch black from the tub faucet. Dipping my fingers into the liquid, I could finally feel her heartbeat.

And finally, one from me:

I looked in the mirror, and screamed. The unfamiliar face staring back at me was distorted, disfigured, and hideous.

I’ll be back in a week or two with more two-sentence horror stories. If you want to play, send me your own two-sentence horror story and I’ll include it next time.

In the meantime, have a good weekend, and don’t have nightmares…

Friday Fears: Two Sentence Horror #6

It’s Hallowe’en, and it’s Friday! Seems a good time to post some more two sentence horror.


Here is a contribution from Jim King:

It’s always so hard to pick a dress for the party. The blue is so pretty but black hides the blood better.


And here is one from me:

This morning I woke up with the sound of the alarm, like I always do, and began my usual routine. It was a perfectly ordinary day until I looked in my shaving mirror and realised I had no reflection.


Anyone else want to write a scary two-sentence stories for Hallowe’en?  Leave yours in the comments, and I’ll put it up on the blog next week!

Happy Hallowe’en!


Friday Fears: Two Sentence Horror #5

It’s Friday, and time for more two sentence horror stories.

Here are two contributed by others

This morning I woke up covered in blood. It wasn’t mine…
By Jez Thorpe

The Storm driven wind was howling round the house like the moans of the restless dead. That was when I heard voices speaking my name.
By Jim King

And here’s one from me:

This morning there was a note stuck on the fridge saying, “I love you. Dx”. My husband used to leave that note for me every morning, until he died five years ago.

Happy Friday. Don’t have nightmares…

Friday Fears: Two Sentence Horror #4

It’s Friday, which means it’s time for more two-sentence horror stories.

I have no guest author stories to feature today, so here are a couple from me.

I went to visit my mother on Sunday, as I always do. Standing next to her grave was a bloated corpse, wearing the tattered remains of the clothes we buried her in.

I had a nightmare about being buried alive. I woke up in darkness, realising I was sealed inside a coffin.

If you want to have a go at these yourself, see my blog page for guidelines and past examples. If you send them to me, I shall feature them in the next Friday Fears feature.

Happy Friday everyone, and don’t have nightmares!