From These Ruins
Gruin slipped out his tongue, letting the tips lick the air. It tasted sticky, the smell of uncertainty. He looked towards his people roiling in the valley below, and turned to Kra.
"Separate the younglings from the adults. We cannot let their minds be permanently tainted by this fear."
Kra spat into the air. The saliva sizzled, boiling waves of information into the airflow. Gruin breathed in Kra's reply.
"Perhaps it is that very mindset we will need to survive."
"And destroy generations of civilization?" Despite the logic of his counter, Gruin's saliva contained the edge of concession.
"It may already be too late." Gruin followed Kra's stare up the mountain. Three figures were working their way down from the pass - the humans had arrived.
Shades of Innocence
A shadow skittered across his peripheral vision, a darker smear in a pitch black room. Johnny saw it flash through the dirty streak of light coming from the boarded up window, the only illumination in his prison. It served to make the rest of the place feel darker. Shadows in shadows. Damp mingling with rot in the air, moist and chill on his naked skin. Johnny shivered.
Another moved, and this time Johnny flinched, scraping his back on the cold, rusting girder. The shackles pulled at his arms and dug into his wrists. A click came from the corner and Johnny stared at an old boiler, the squat, fat kind, wallowing in its own rust, its door open and dials dusted over, leaking shadows across the floor. One of them shifted. Click.
Death Comes Calling
"Billy, Billy," I woke to the wailed words. "Billy, Billy." Just within the range of my hearing. "Billy, Billy" I reached over to turn my light on. No electricity. "Billy, Billy."
I wanted to rise from my bed. "Billy, Billy." The call became too much. I could feel the hairs rise on my head. Goosebumps erupted on my flesh. "Billy, Billy." On the wall opposite, a dark red glow. A human or inhuman figure shape began to take form. I couldn't move, frozen with terror. I tried to call out--no words or breath for my silent scream. "Billy, Billy."
A form appeared. A woman with melted candlewax features. She held a scythe. Death. I tried again to move, to yell, but to no avail, my body lie frozen, my mind on fire with fear. She opened huge green-glowing eyes. "What the Hell? You're not Billy!"
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Eternal Escape
I heard a terrific crunch. The sound didn't echo, it ceased. Cut short. My chest constricted. Pressure. I couldn't breathe. I stepped through water, and emerged in darkness. I heard a dripping sound. Many, like I was underground.
A light burst to life revealing a huddled figure lumbering toward me. I heard it rasping. I turned, and saw bodies strewn about. Flesh. Nothing more.
"You have passed on."
I remembered. The truck in my lane. "No. I'm married. I have a newborn." I stared as far as the dim light reached. There were no stairs, only wooden beams holding up... something.
"Please lie with the others. Your journey ends here."
I didn't want to, but felt compelled to. Eternal comfort loomed,
Pity For Lena
Satisfaction.
It was the first thing Lena felt after she pulled the trigger.
Charles’ face was white, his mouth agape. He sat on the bed and stared at his lifeless wife on the floor. Lena stuck her face inches from his. “How does it feel to have your life ruined?”
Charles didn’t reply. He just stared at the corpse with the gaping head wound while brain matter slid down the west wall of the bedroom and blood soaked into the carpet.
Lena waited for Charles to break down. To start crying, scream with anger, or better yet, grab the gun and take his own life. Instead his shocked expression slowly changed into that blank, emotionless stare she hated so much.
“Show some feelings for me for once, you pig!” she screamed an
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Flowers on the Balcony
I am interrupted.
The sky is crying, its tears fall like bombs through the atmosphere. Sarah crouches next to me, her arms huddled around her knees, staring bleakly into my eyes. Water pounds her face but she does not flinch.
“Don’t be a fool, Neil. I won’t leave you here.”
I am pain. That is all I feel. I struggle, again, for the word. “Go.”
“They’ll be here soon,” she says as she shields my eyes from the downpour. “We’ll be safer together.”
She is right. She is always right.
I see her looking about, scanning the perimeter. The rain has cut down on visibility. That’s a good thing; they won’t be able to smell us.
Devoid
You eat.
You sleep... You eat again.
Sometimes the sun wafts across your peripheral vision. Slowly. Burning darkness into the void. Dissolving the stars into the ether. Demanding solitude.
You wait. To catch a glimpse. A flash of light off the solar panels strapped behind you. Your only knowledge of the passage of time. You sleep.
The suit sustains you. It will sustain you. Drifting. Until the unlikely event of your death. Until you die.
You are alone.
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You are not alone.
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Special Delivery
In his mailbox Olson found a yellow post-it note saying "look behind you". Stuck to the lobby wall across from the mailboxes was another note, saying only "http://74.125.224.72". He grunted and took it.
He hurried up to his apartment and, still in coat and hat, sat at his computer and entered the address.
The video showed the back of a man hunched at a desk, wearing coat and hat. Olson raised his hand, and the man in the screen did the same. The camera must be behind him. Olson turned around, and saw what was there.
After he was gone, the computer screen showed a desk with a screen showing a desk, endlessly nestled in silence. If Olson was in there, he was too small to see.
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The Rise of the Ixtlak Menace
Dark clouds hung over the cottage, making the day twilight. Curiously, red lightning struck our roof. I felt the shock all the way down the road to me. Everyone should be home and someone could be hurt. I broke through the front door to see Mom, Dad and Junie, lying on their faces. Their clothes burned, their hair smoking. Oh no! My heart skipped. I ran to my little sister and felt for a pulse. Nothing. I couldn't keep tears at bay. She moved and looked up at me. Perhaps she lived! As she did her face changed. Her nose grew large and her mouth enlarged, The edges of long teeth peeked from her lips. When she opened her eyes, red and glowing, I backed away. My sister gone. Mom and Dad turned, eyes glowing, noses ballooning. My family wasn't my family. I fell over a chair as they came for me. NOT ME!
In The Tool Shed
Oh Christ! What was that? A hammer. The bastards! They're nailing the door shut. Oh no, dear God. I can smell gasoline. Why can't I move? What did I do?
There's a light. Under the door and flashing through the key hole. Just enough streaming through the wall slats to see by. I'm sat down, strapped to a chair. Why can't I feel anything? What did they give me?
That light's getting stronger. I can hear them. Laughing. That light. It's fire, a flame.
Oh ****! What the hell are they doing? The light's turned blue. I can see it licking through the gaps in the door. That sound. Roaring, rushing, sucking the air out. Oh Christ! The heat. What did I do?
The Absolute Game
The shimmer of the temporal vortex flicked out as Marcus passed through it. He stood upright in solid darkness waiting for his eyes to adjust. A deep chill enveloped him as his ears popped from the change in air pressure.
His hands instinctively went to his pocket to take out his flashlight. It was not there. It took him a moment to realize he was not carrying it as it would be quite out of place in this time period. There was nothing but black blankness after about a minute and the chill started to make him shiver.
He slowly slid one foot forward feeling for an edge in case he was on stairs. It was a flat surface. He spread him arms out searching for a wall. There was none. He crouched down to touch the flooring. It was smooth and cold; he couldn’t tell if it was stone
Manderly Park
“Mommy!” My daughter’s voice. Barely audible. I looked up from my book expecting to see Maddie in front of me, a scraped knee or elbow requiring attention. No freckled five-year-old stood there, so I walked towards the playground equipment. Half a dozen kids scrambled over the green plastic behemoth, but Maddie wasn’t among them.
“Maddie?” I did a slow 360, scanning the soccer field and the tennis courts. No sign of her. Where could she be? How long had I been reading? Tendrils of cold wound round my chest and squeezed tight.
I jogged to the other side of the park, where sharply trimmed hedges bordered a graveled walkway. At the end of the meandering walk I found Maddie’s hat. Its knitted monkey face smiled blankly. A vortex of leaves swirled into life and then
Initiation
“This is the final part of your initiation. You have to stay inside all night.” The four sorority pledges looked up at the dark building with shattered windows. Chatsworth Mental Hospital had stood vacant for years, gathering cobwebs and silence to replace the screams and detritus of its former residents.
“Piece of cake,” Jenna said with false bravado as she stepped over the splintered door into humid darkness. The other three pledges followed behind her, huddling together like sheep waiting for a wolf to strike. “Umm, we have to split up, so I’m going that way,” Jenna said, pointing to the wing where an inmate had supposedly slaughtered four nurses. None of the stories bothered her. The dead were just that, and Jenna was more concerned about meeting up with a rat than a ghost.
The Nothing Man
Lesa was in the shower when she heard the front door open. She opened her eyes, and listened past the sound of the water splashing against the tile. Jamie knew better than to play outside when she was showering. He couldn’t reach the doorknob, let alone unlock the door. Her stomach clenched, and the tiny hairs on her arms rose against her goose bumped skin.
She turned the water off. Shampoo dripped down the side of her face and stung as it brushed past the corner of her eye.
“Jamie?” Her voice echoed in the empty bathroom.
Heavy footsteps made the hardwood floors in the front room creak, and then she heard the front door slam.
Lesa pulled her husband’s robe around her shoulders.
Behind the Door
Blake was a big, athletic man – always first pick for sports teams back in school, always the guy his friends moved closer to in a bar when things looked to be turning nasty. He therefore found himself immensely surprised at the squirming feeling deep in his gut as he approached the closed door. His left hand shook very slightly as it reached for the door handle; his right stayed clamped tightly on the long black Maglight.
“Daddy..?” A plaintive, sleep-muzzy call from the top of the stairs.
“Mari, keep her upstairs, and stay there yourself!” Blake said, his hand now closing upon the handle.
In his grasp, the handle moved.
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Legion
I woke in the dead part of the night. Terror sat heavy on my chest, though I did not know why. A tendril of chill air slid across my face like seeking fingers and I sucked in a breath. Not enough air. I tried again, blinking in the weak finger of light that lay across my eyes, my breathing changing to shorter staccato bursts as I realized why I had woken. My door was open. I never slept with my door open. Something was in my room; something wrong.
I clutched the sheets, willing my mind to believe it was a dream, but I could not. The presence did not moan or clank, it did not roil or boil or fling things from the shelves. Instead it seeped, cold as melting ice, toward the core of my soul.
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Outsider
The incessant click, like insect jaws snapping shut, chittered in a quiet undercurrent beneath every voice: the water cooler gossip, my wife’s laugh, the wail of my newborn girl. It wasn’t the noise, though, that convinced me my life was not reality. Nor was it the waking nightmares so real I dug my palms into my eyes and gasped for air.
No, it was the smell. The faint and sickly sweet perfume I could never escape; it persuaded me at last of the deception. It hung on every breath and every body, even my own, like an accusation.
“You’ll brush your teeth right off,” my wife teased from the dressing room. The water swirled down the drain. I looked into the mirror, toothbrush dangling from my mouth, and tugged at the stubbled, sallow skin that did not seem my own.
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The Ivory Yad
I was the closest thing Alistair had to family, so Heller had called me. “When did you see him last, Mr. Heller?”
"Last Sunday, maybe?" Heller kicked one of the folded-up newspapers littering the porch. Alistair's cat Pythagoras heard us and began to wail. Heller tried to catch my eye.
Heller was clever old bird. I'd better be careful here. "Look, I know you two don't get along --"
"Feh. I'm here for the cat. Let's go this over with."
I opened the door with my key and immediately Pythagoras tripped us up, demanding water. "See to the cat, Mr. Heller. I'm going upstairs. Somebody's got to." Better me than a stranger.
Heller snorted. “We go together. But first, the cat. The alter mekashef, let him wait. Either way, he'll keep.”
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Night Night
Fingers of darkness and moonlight crept up the crazy quilt, past the book Ani had fallen asleep reading, and over Mr. Bunnykins who was supposed to keep her safe. The bedside lamp was out, though she’d left it on when she crawled in bed. The clock still blinked in blood red LEDs, 12:00, like it had for the last fifteen breaths since something had woken her. She’d counted.
Ani longed to duck her head under the stuffy blanket with the rest of her body, but she dared not move. There were things under the bed; Nana had told her so. Never get up, she was warned, no matter what you hear. Sweat dripped from her damp hair and tickled down her cheek. Eyes open no more than a sliver, Ani tried to listen past the beat of her heart churning in her ears.
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Crawlies
My big brother, Timmy, liked to play with dead things. It started with bugs – there were a lot on our farm. He called them “crawlies” because of how they froze into little statues when they died. He would trap them and watch for hours as they slowly suffocated. Mamma made him go to therapy when he started playing with other crawlies, like dead mice and such. It didn’t help.
A week before Halloween, I heard sounds coming from the old woodshed by the creek. That’s where Timmy kept his crawlies. Inside, I found a crow. He had somehow crucified it alive so its wings would remain outstretched. Timmy locked the shed door behind me. In the darkness, there was only the caw of the crow.
“Let me out! I’m telling Mamma,” I said, sobbing.
He laughed. “No you’re not. You’re gonna be a crawly.”
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My Encounter With Zombies
It looked like a nice day before they ate the man. I walked near a mother with a ten year old boy. The man in a suit hurried on. Three figures, in torn clothes like homeless people, shuffled up to him. One figure grabbed an arm. The man pulled but couldn’t get away. The other two reached him and... started to eat him. He screamed a long time. The mother screamed also. She turned to run, with the boy in front of her, as they left only the tie. Two more came out of nowhere. Another turn and she found two of the original ones too near. With a terrified look, she grabbed the boy up. She screamed as one reached for her. A dash and they ended up against a building. As she shoved the boy behind her, she glanced at the tie. I saw in her face that she knew it looked hopeless.
Hide & Seek
“Hush now,” Gemma whispered, her hands shaking as she leaned into the bathroom cabinet and touched Alyse’s sleep rumpled hair. Her sister hugged her knees into her chest. Gemma tucked in the pink folds of her nightgown. “You can’t cry. Quiet like a mousey, okay? And don’t come out — even when he calls you.” Alyse nodded once, biting at her lower lip. Gemma’s chest ached but she closed the cabinet door, careful to not make a sound. She’d take care of Alyse. She had to. There was no one else.
Pills and spent bullet casings scattered across the bedroom floor like bright colored candies among stars. Gemma picked her way through them, trying to breath silently through her mouth. She dropped into a crouch as a gasping wheeze came from the bed. Her heart thumped so loudly she knew Daddy would hear. And wake up.
Arm In Arm
Dr. Soo awoke to find that, during the night, someone had amputated his right arm. In its place was a dead arm, surgically attached to his shoulder. He struggled to pull it off, thrashing in his sheets, and fell out of bed.
Lying on the floor, he realized the truth. He'd had a stroke, and his body awareness was distorted. It must be delusional asomatognosia. Soo was fascinated--he could see the sutures, see his right arm was darker and larger than his left--but he needed medical attention, fast.
Raviv, in unit 302, could help. Soo ran to the hall and pounded on Raviv's door with his good arm. A shirtless Raviv opened the door. Hanging limply from his right shoulder was a pale and shrunken arm.
The Spirits of Sanctuary Wood
After falling, I thought I might live. I was wrong. Staring down at my body I watched it bloat, burst, then decay. Months passed until hikers found me. One vomited.
My body was removed. Fragments. I felt my mortal coil sever, yet I remained. No white light, only these woods and my crag.
I grew angry. I learned to manifest. I began to punish. I became nightmare. I became fear. I am incarnate. Do not tread near me, your regret will be eternal.
Campers. I raged against their tent. Sent them screaming. One tumbled, fell. I had company. We fought, our anger opposing. The woods became legend. Do not enter.
Fools. They leveled, they built, they industrialized. We called a truce. We waited. When the time is right, you'll know we're here.
Here there be spoilers.
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1 – “From These Ruins” – I liked the writing and word-usage. However, I could not decide who these characters were – dragons, demons, or something else. In addition, their speech did not seem to reflect their behavior – they seemed too civilized or logical to be scary.
2 – “Shades of Innocence” – Great writing and imagery (I could sense the dark, cold, moldy room). Nits: One can’t typically see shadows in a “pitch black room”, did not feel crowded despite presence of others (not sure who/what they were), and did not understand the “clicks”.
3 – “Death Comes Calling” – Unique and original approach. This didn’t really work for me – the repeating name had no effect. In addition, it seemed too introspective to be scary, and the ending made it more of a farce. (“lay” is past tense of “lie”)
4 – “Eternal Escape” – The short sentences were nice effect – helped convey the experience. However, I didn’t really find it scary, but almost lethargic, especially most everything after “I stepped through water…” In addition, the short sentences, which I like at the beginning, feel monotonous toward end.
5 – “Pity for Lena” – I liked the title and the narration was literally haunting. I’m not sure I buy her motive – it seems a nasty divorce would be a better revenge, unless she’s framing him. His reaction seemed a little too tame – he didn’t seem scared, which affected my own perception.
6 – “Flowers on the Balcony” – I like the writing and imagery. I’m not sure who “they” are – “they” sound scary, and I’m not sure if knowing who “they” are would make this more scary. I feel their fear, but it seems somehow empty not knowing what they are running from.
7 – “Devoid” – This had a weightless feel to it, which was a nice effect. However, it felt more like poetry, and I’m not sure where the story is going or even if it is over. I did not feel any fear in this.
8 – “Special Delivery” – This was kind of creepy in The Ring kind of way, without the pale girl coming out the screen. However, you lost me at “post-it note” - the cat and mouse part at the beginning seemed contrived, as did the hat and coat (obviously to recognize the MC). When he disappeared, it knocked me completely out of his POV.
9 – “The Rise of the Ixtlak Menace” – I liked the sister’s transformation – that part was eerie. However, I felt disengaged from this – less would have been more. The interjections, like “Curiously” and “Oh no”, were particularly distracting. In addition, this was too much for one paragraph.
10 – “In The Tool Shed” – Nice use of the senses. I see what the author is trying to do – create a feel of hyper-reality through very tight first person POV; however, the perspective is so fragmented, and yet establishes such a distinct narrative style, that it would be difficult for the reader to continue for long or for the narrator to change voice/style.
11 – “The Absolute Game” – Nice science fiction tie-in. This was the opposite of the “white room cliché opening”, and other than the darkness, I didn’t find it all that scary. As far as openings go, I personally do not feel a dark room where nothing happens is any better than a light room where nothing happens.
12 – “Manderly Park” – This would be the most frightening thing I could imagine. However, I did not sense the MC’s fear like I would have expected if this were me. The “Tendrils…” part was effective, but the rest seemed too “meandering”. I would be sprinting and calling out my son’s name repeatedly after the first paragraph.
13 – “Initiation” – I am not sure how to take this entry – it has all the clichés of an 80s B-movie – college girls pledging a sorority by spending the night in a long abandoned mental hospital that was closed down presumably due to a violent riot, and then the girls split up for no discernible reason. I will be greatly disappointed if there isn’t a shower scene.
14 – “The Nothing Man” – I’ll have to say, this was a pretty good shower scene – good imagery. However, some of this seemed contradictory – “Jamie knew better than to play outside…” and “He couldn’t reach the doorknob…” Also “Heavy footsteps made the hardwood floors…creak…” (I think of heavy footsteps more as loud impacts, so “creaks” would not be necessary).
15 – “Behind the Door” – My childhood home was once robbed in the night, so I can relate to this fear. The POV seems too distant in the first several sentences – it would be better to show this than to tell it. In addition, his hands seem to be acting on their own and getting too much emphasis.
16 – “Legion” – Good word use, personification, and imagery. This opening did a great job of conveying fear. The title and description of the spirit gave the reader a good hint at what was invading the room. My only criticism is that there seemed to be excessive repetition of words like “woke” and “woken”, “air/air”, “fingers” and “finger”, “breath” and “breathing”, etc.
17 – “Outsider” – I liked much of the word usage, and it started quite eerily. Here are some of my problems with this: I don’t know what shutting insect jaws sound like – I can imagine, but a baby’s wail would not factor in there; I’m guessing the perfume is from the real wife in the bathroom; and then he possibly does not recognize himself. All of this seems slightly disconnected, like 2-3 different stories.
18 – “The Ivory Yad” – I liked the dialogue, but it was hindered by a few errors – commas needed around first “Pythagoras” (great name), omission of “a” in third paragraph, and “go” instead of “get” in fourth. I also had difficulty with the meaning of the last paragraph, especially the “alter mekashef”. Most of all, this wasn’t scary to me.
19 – “Night Night” – This did a good job of setting the scene. However, though an effective description, I don’t understand what’s making the “fingers” –they were supernatural in #16, but they don’t seem to be so here. I also don’t understand why “Nana” would tell her something’s under her bed (and still let her stay there). Finally, I had difficulty seeing a little girl sweating out of fear, especially prior to crying.
20 – “Crawlies” – Nice first sentence and use of voice. I have two main problems: Firstly, what did the bugs’ deaths had to do with being called “crawlies”? Secondly, it seemed a stretch (pun) to conclude Timmy crucified the crow so the wings would be “outstretched”. It seems the author used every scary thing possible – a disturbed child, bugs, mice, a crow, etc. – and maybe overkill too.
21 – “My Encounter With Zombies” – This is definitely fast paced – for zombies. I wasn’t sure how to take the first sentence – humorous or otherwise. How does the POV MC know the boy is ten? If the man screamed for a long time, why did they stay and watch them eat him? They ate everything except the tie – that’s quite a bit of fiber. By the way, what the heck is the POV character doing during all this?
22 – “Hide & Seek” –The imagery conveys fear well. I had one big problem: I first thought “Gemma” meant “grandma” because of the similarity, chest pain, and pills, but that caused some POV problems, including who was “her sister”. I then realized “Gemma” made more sense as a girl’s name. This probably would have been one of my top picks except for my initial confusion over the name.
23 – “Arm In Arm” – Interesting premise, which would have many social implications. It seems I’ve seen a movie with this premise, but all I can think of is The Thing with Two Heads. Anyway, I find this more bizarre than scary. Soo’s response was more analytical than afraid. Also, there is nothing to explain why Raviv was the best person to help with medical attention.
24 – “The Spirits of Sanctuary Wood” – The MC’s viewing of his/her own decay was a good idea. I feel I would have like this better if it had moved slower and only focused on that aspect. As it is, it moves too fast and is too fragmented for me to be hooked or especially scared. As I mentioned with similar pieces, I could not imagine reading an entire story that follows this pace and style.
First - #16 – “Legion”
Second - #6 – “Flowers on the Balcony”
Third - #14 – “The Nothing Man”
Title - #5 - "Pity for Lena"
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First place: #20, Crawlies
Second place: #2, shades of innocence
Third place: #6, Flowers on the Balcony
Best title: Devoid
Entry #2, Shades of Innocence
Damp mingling with rot in the air, moist and chill on his naked skin.--repetitive
We got rust twice and dust once. Don’t think "dusted over" works.
Squat and fat -- repetitive
One of them shifted--not sure what them is. Dials?
As I mentioned elsewhere, I loved the "click" and thought it was effective and scary.
Entry #3, Death Comes Calling
This was funny and basically a complete story in 13 lines. Nice.
Entry #6, Flowers on the Balcony
Great first line, but I actually don't see in what way he is interrupted.
The sky is crying, its tears fall like bombs through the atmosphere.--outstanding.
She is right. She is always right.--let me guess. The author of this piece is a man married to a woman.
The rain has cut down on visibility. That’s a good thing; they won’t be able to smell us.--is this an intentional non-sequitur?
Entry #7, Devoid
Best title. Kind of abstract story.
Entry #8, Special Delivery
Liked the last line. If you publish this, you could have the http address go to something neat (maybe your web page)
Entry #12, Manderly Park
As a parent, this made me anxious. So anxious that I would not want to keep reading (this is just my taste, I react this way to all such stories)
Entry #14, The Nothing Man
Another good title. "goose bumped" didn't work for me. I was a little confused about the mechanics here--why was she wearing her husband's robe?
Entry #17, Outsider
Very nice first line, but it all went by a little too fast for me
Entry #19, Night Night
Nice title and scenario. Would Ani know the word LED?
Entry #20, Crawlies,
Really scary last line. Loved the image of the crow. However, this line didn't work for me: "He called them “crawlies” because of how they froze into little statues when they died. DIdn't make sense.
Entry #22, Hide & Seek
Disturbing. Liked the Pills and spent bullet casings, wasn't sure about the stars (are the stars bathroom tiles?). Do the casings need corresponding bullet holes somewhere?
Didn’t understand how her heart could wake anyone up
Entry #23, Arm In Arm
Nice first sentence, but not as good as " As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect-like creature."
Entry #24, The Spirits of Sanctuary Wood
This was a nice complete story. Effective use of short sentences. Not sure if "industrialized" makes sense
I don't get a sense of fear from this one. Trepidation perhaps, anticipation yes. Nice idea but just not scary in anyway.
Entry #2
I like this, but I'm not really getting just what is stopping the MC from fleeing. Is he tied up. Unless he is I can't see boarded up window being much of an obstacle. Definately eerie though.
Entry #3
This reminded me of a comedy scetch series we get over here in the UK. It's where comedians voice over wildlife clips. There's one particular one where a prarie dog (or some similar rodent) keeps shouting across at his friend Alan. "Alan! Alan! Al! Al! Alan! Al!! ad infinitum, final conluding with "Oh that's not Alan, it's Steve. Steve! Steve! Steve!"
"Billy! Billy! Bill! Billy! Hey, that's not Billy!"
I'm sorry but I was laughing too much to get scared.
Here's a link to a clip: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xaPepCVepCg
Entry #4
The old dead and didn't realise plot. This one is far from showing fear. A little panic at the beginning but at the end it sort of turns quite peaceful and resigned.
Entry #5
I get rage and violence from this one, an emotionless husband and a wife who's finally snapped, but not fear.
Entry #6
I get a sort of sense of fear from this but it's hard to tell if the MC's fear is for himself or Sarah, or both. I would have prefered a little more information, even if just insinuation, about the things that are coming.
Entry #7
I don't really get this one at all. I'm not comfortable with the tense. There is no real sense of fear and, if I'm honest, I feel like I'm playing that game where you stick a name on your forehead and try to guess who you are.
Entry #8
I like this one. It's very Twilight Zone-ish. It's not quite so scary as intriguing but it works well.
Entry #9
Personally I'd be a bit more than just curious if lightning hit my roof. I get a sense of horror and grief to start with but, with the glowing eyes and ballooning noses I got a sudden image of demonic clowns rising from the ashes and couldn't stop laughing.
Entry #10
This is fast paced and quite intense, but should there not be smoke and voices. What are they burning him for? Why the censored swear word when there's one not censored in the first line? I think it takes from the effect myself.
Entry #11
I get some sort of time travelling, but no fear at all. As a first 13 it really doesn't hook at all.
Entry #12
As a parent this one registered. While not particularly frightening in itself it does convey every parent's worst nightmare.
Entry #13
The challenge was to invoke a sense of fear. This MC isn't even bothered about staying all night in a haunted mental hospital where a mass murder had taken place. What's to be scared of?
Entry #14
This one seems to be another play on the missing kid thing. I get it but I don't think it's quite a s good as No 12, though it may be just reading two similar plots almost one after the other.
Entry #15
This is a little wordy for me and too passive to convey a sense of fear. In fact the only thing that is there to scare me is the moving handle.
Entry #16
I can see what you're going for here and it's written just fine, but I just don't find it scary at all for some reason. I do like the way the presence 'seeps' though.
Entry #17
I'm not sure what the fear element is supposed to be here. He's worked out that his life some kind of virtual reality, Matrix kind of existance, but he doesn't seem particualrly worried about it.
Entry #18
They've gone to collect a cat. I presume that something scary is going to happen when they finally get upstairs, but I wouldn't read on to find out.
Entry #19
I like this one. There is a good sense of a child's night time fears there. Not sure I'd like to meet Nana though, sounds a horrible woman
Entry #20
I think this would have been for scary if it had been more about the MC than her brother. I get that the brother is some kind of fruitcake but there is no sense of fear from the MC about until right at the end.
Entry #21
This is all very passive and matter-of-fact. It's too staid to be scary. Rewritten with punchier sentences and less telling, it might work.
Entry #22
Not sure what to make of this one. It does convey a fear of sorts but I'm not sure just who's fear it is. The little girl in the cabinet doesn't seem to show much fear at all. What confuses me most is the pills and bullet cases. Is someone dead? Suicide, murder. Why isn't Daddy awake anyway if someone's being firing a gun?
Entry #23
This one made me laugh more than anything. Definately not scary.
Entry #24
Tells me a lot about fear but shows me none. It sounds more like a blurb than anything.
I must say I enjoyed this challenge but can honestly say that I find none of the entries particularly frightening, not even my own, so I've voted for the three that were closest to being scary.
1st 19
2nd 12
3rd 8
Favourite Title: The Rise of the Ixtlak Menace
#1 From These Ruins
Although this wasn’t scary to me personally (apparently I’d be the monster in this scenario!), this was excellent writing. Love the method of communication, and generally the sense of ‘otherness’ conveyed. Only nit, the word ‘roiling’ threw me.
#2 Shades of Innocence
This drew me into a definitely tense situation. Good emotional feel, if a bit overwritten.
#3 Death Comes Calling
Ha. Loved this one. Actually, the repetition was an effective method of building tension, though this led to a laugh in the end.
#4 Eternal Escape
Sometimes fear comes in not knowing what’s next. The explanation that he’s dead sucked the tension out of this for me.
#5 Pity for Lena
Gruesome and well written. The vindictiveness of the wife, that she would kill herself to ruin him, was an excellent hook.
#6 Flowers on the Balcony
Nice dialogue, but I feel ungrounded. More setting and some background would help me understand the direness of their predicament.
#7 Devoid
More like poetry, there is a dreaming quality about this that lacks immediacy and fear.
#8 Special Delivery
An interesting idea, but because I didn’t have an emotional connection to the mc, I didn’t really feel fear because of his problem.
#9 The Rise of the Ixlak Menace
Good tension built up here. I was a little confused as to what his family became or what is meant in the context of this world.
#10 In the Tool Shed
Definitely a dire situation. Somewhat choppy and lacking of why this is happening.
#11 The Absolute Game
The writing on this was solid, and the idea interesting. There was nothing of fear or tension I could find in it, though. Just darkness and uncertainty.
#12 Manderly Park
Okay, as a mom, I immediately relate; it’s a terrifying feeling to lose your kid in the most innocuous of circumstances, let alone this. Beyond that, the writing is smooth and the action realistic.
#13 Initiation
Maybe this started at the wrong place. Because Jenna doesn’t feel any angst at this point, neither do I, though I can see where this is probably headed.
#14 The Nothing Man
Scary situation, definitely.
#15 Behind the Door
What would make a burly man like that afraid? Good hook, though I wish I knew if he had any inkling what was behind the door.
#16 Legion
A bit heavy handed on description of what fear feels like.
#17 Outsider
Didn’t I have this nightmare once?
#18 The Ivory Yad
The writing in this: flow, characterization and dialogue were really excellent. That said, I’m not sure it met the contest’s objectives. I felt no reason to fear yet.
#19 Night Night
Monsters under the bed. A description of fear, but did it make me afraid?
#20 Crawlies
Yipes! Good voice, very childlike. Creepy, dangerous scenario.
#21 My Encounter with Zombies
A horrifying thing to watch, for sure. In the action, I’m left unsure of who is narrating this story.
#22 Hide & Seek
My favorite. Excellent writing and good building tension, from wondering why she is hiding her sister, to realizing her father, whom she should trust, is the menace.
#23 Arm in Arm
Ewww. Gross. It’s definitely got the creep factor for me.
#24 The Spirits of Sanctuary Woods
Knowing the mc is dead, I didn’t feel any dread or fear. He seemed to be the one doing the haunting.
Votes:
#1 – Entry 22 – Hide and Seek
#2 – Entry 12 – Manderly Park
#3 – Entry 20 – Crawlies
Best Title: Arm in Arm
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#1 From These Ruins
I'd like to read this story, but I didn't get a 'taste' of fear.
#2 Shades of Innocence
This one didn't quite click for me. I didn't get the impression from the writing that Johnny was terrified.
#3 Death Comes Calling
Sounded like a campfire story. So in that sense it did provide a fear factor except for the trick ending. Made me laugh, though.
#4 Eternal Escape.
I wasn't drawn on by this. The fear wasn't here. I'd likely not read on due to no real coherently expressed intent to move forward.
#5 Pity for Lena
I needed to know that Lena wasn't Charles' wife right up front. No fear. Charles is afraid, but, unfortunately this isn't in his POV.
#6 Flowers on the Balcony
This is a bit too abstract for me to feel any fear until the last line, ' they won't be able to smell us.' But all the stuff before it extinguished all the fear.
#7 Devoid
No fear factor here. The last line could lead to anything. This is so stylized that I probably wouldn't read on.
#8 Special Delivery
This one is beyond me. No fear factor, here. What is there after the 13?
#9 The Rise of the Ixlak Menace
This has a problematic beginning. The fear should have started with the lightning flash. I like what someone else said about all of these people turning into clowns. Maybe a different look a bit more 'horror couture'.
#10 In the Tool Shed
This is more like it. Lots of fear, but I couldn't quite get engaged. Because the MC couldn't feel and wondered what he did, that snuffed my flame. I wanted to know how the MC got out of it.
#11 The Absolute Game
A wake-up in a strange place beginning. I had no frame of reference. He could have been in my garage in the middle of the night, for cripe's sake. Except then he'd have oil on his hands.
#12 Manderly Park
A good start. Everyone can identify with the sudden absence of a child. Somehow I needed the MC to lose her breath or some other physical feeling of panic, however. I might or not read on. The lost child (however chilling) isn't a real draw for me. I don't like reading about children in trouble. Personal thing.
#13 Initiation
To get my attention as a first 13, she needs to meet up with the ghost and not the rat before the lines run out. I'd give the story another page or two.
#14 The Nothing Man
I needed a physical reaction. She's having more trouble with her shampoo than with the intruder while we're still reading. I would read on.
#15 Behind the Door
I had a problem with wondering who the narrator was and then lost as to where the MC was. I guess he was answering the door or something in his home.
#16 Legion
I wonder, does the MC have a dog named Terror that's sleeping on his chest? I think you can get a little carried away with style. This is one. At one point I thought he couldn't breathe was because of tendril-like green fingers in his mouth. I had difficulty figuring out something seeping towards my souls. If something seeps it follows the floor and sort of stays there. This one is a bit over-imaged IMO.
#17 Outsider
This is just about there. I liked where this was going, but I think it would have worked better if you started it: 'It was a waking nightmare, so real that I dug…' to set up the fact that he's currently in a mess.
#18 The Ivory Yad
I'm sorry. I have no clue what an alter mekashef is and I can't even find a proper definition on Google. Threw me right out of the beginning. I also had to spend too much time trying to figure out the relationship at the start. Who was Heller? Who was Alistair? Where were they?
#19 Night Night
No problem with this one. Good voice. I liked the writing "darkness and moonlight' and 'blood red LEDs'.
#20 Crawlies
My suspension of disbelief lapsed with this one. I couldn't buy it.
#21 My Encounter with Zombies
The MC is so detached, that it takes all of the terror and horror out of the piece. He shows no sign of staying away from the icky things.
#22 Hide & Seek
This is one of the better offerings. I wish I knew where Gemma was headed after she left Alyse hiding. I'd have probably tried to get out of the bathroom window, if there was one.
#23 Arm in Arm
Good title for the opening. I guess my big question was why? What does this little scene mean? Why would someone switch two men's arms?
#24 The Spirits of Sanctuary Woods
Although this has the promise of a really good horror story, it's all premise. I don't feel the fear, because the MC has already died and is mostly angry. This is for an 'angry' first 13 more than a 'fear' first 13. I wondered if the MC died on a crag by falling how they would build over her remains. Perhaps that's explained in the story.
First: #19 Night Night - Good writing, good voice.
Second: #22 Hide and Seek - Good visuals
Third: #10 The Tool Shed - Burning alive is a killer.
Title: Arm in Arm
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It might be useful to distinguish between shock, horor and fear. In my opinion these are completely separatestates of mind. Shock is our reaction to something our minds cannot process. Horror is our reaction to something that is shocking, yet nonetheless compels our attention. Fear is our reaction to a perceived threat to our wellbeing or that of someone we identify with. To succeed in inducing fear, an entry would have to (a) introduce somebody who compels our sympathy and (b) convince us the character is likely to be harmed or at least face something unpleasant.
To compel our sympathy which a character threatened so early in the story, if we aren't going to write the character off as a total loss the story also has to (c) give us some sense that the character might get out of this without there being an obvious way to do so. In other words if the character is obviously doomed in the first two or three paragraphs we aren't going to invest much in them.
I want to specifically distinguish between horror and fear. They are related emotions but they are distinct from each other. Each one can be felt without the other. For example when I see the famous picture from the Vietnam war of a naked child running from a napalm attack ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phan_Thi_Kim_Phuc ), I feel horror, but not fear. Therefore it is neither necessary nor sufficient to shock or horrify to induce fear.
Some of the entries succeeded in shocking, qujite a few succeed in horrifying, but my feeling is none of the entries comes close to eliciting fear. That's not surprising. Bram Stoker wrote some terrifying stories (e.g. *The Judge's House*), but he never managed the feat in thirteen lines so far a I know. I won't say it's impossible, but it's clearly the next thing to impossible, just because there isn't enough room to create a sympathetic character and put him in a situation that is perilous and explain that peril to us.
The entries that come closest to succeeding fall short in one of two ways. Either they're overwrought, trying to cram so much into 13 lines that the result is more Baroque than Gothic, or they fail to develop one of the the elements needed for fear. Most commonly they fail to elicit sympathy (very hard to do in 13 lines), but in a few cases the nature of the peril to the characters is unclear.
Here is my ranking:
First place to #14, Nothing Man. This comes the closest to working according the terms of the contest, giving us another take on the famous Psycho shower scene. The only reason this entry did not achieve fear is that the thirteen line limit imposed a bit too much haste on it. This is the kind of story that really benefits from *building* suspense.
Second place to #17, Outsider. This is probably the best overall entry. It's highly original, but suffers in contest terms because it's got to set up the chess board. Compare to the high concept Psycho riff in #14, which explains itself. #17 is the entry I think I'd most like to see extended into a full story.
Third place to #24, Arm in Arm. This is a splendid horror concept; it reminds me qutie a bit of the movie Alien. The concept is so good, I think it might have succeeded within the contest restrictions had it focused more on Dr. Soo's experience.
Honorable Mentions:
Honorable mention for interesting concept goes to #16 (Legion) for using night terrors as a basis for a horror story.
Honorable mention for creepy touch goes to the name calling in #3, Death comes calling.
Honorable mention for prose style to #11 (Absolute Game).
Honorable mention for classic, archetypal horror to #9 (Rise of the Ixtlak Menace). This has an old-school (Stoker) vampire feelign to it, but could use space to breathe.
Snakes on a Plane high concept horror award to #20 (Crawlies), for the premise "my brother is torturing me... REALLY I MEAN IT."
Most Likely to Keep Someone Up At Night award goes to #19 (Night Night).
Most Interesting Protagonist goes to the corpse in #24 (The Spirits of Sanctuary Woods)
CRITIQUES FOLLOW:
#1 From These Ruins -- I liked the pulp magazine feel to it; not sure why. Maybe it's the names, but it feels like an old school adventure story. Unfortunately that works against it being scary.
#2 Shades of Innocence -- Author valiantly tries to make an old boiler scary, but doesn't quite succeed. Some nice imagery but as in the prior entry purplish prose actually works against this. So little space to work with, so much imagery crammed in that we don't get a sense of the protagonist other than that he's shackled. More spare might do better.
#3 Death Comes Calling -- The name being called is a genuinely creepy touch here. Small issue with verb conjugation (perhaps "raise" rather than "rise"?). "A human or inhuman figure" seems to cover all the bases, but conveys nothing specific to the mind. Oddly, the description of the protagonist's terror actually kills the chill for some reason. I think it's because it causes us examine the protagonist in our mind clinically, as opposed to putting us in his skin. After that the author doesn't quite have room to restore the mood -- "melted andlewax features" is a nice try, but the thrill is gone. The ending doesn't work with the prompt.
#4 Eternal Escape -- Interesting premise, but the opening doesn't do it for me. Two problems I can see "I heard a terrific crunch." I think the "I heard" innoculates us against fear here; the narrator is telling us this. It both invites us to consider the narrator and to assume the narrator survives (which ironically s/he does not).
Also intersting that we have another anthropomorphized death. Death is a natural thing to be afraid of, but personified Death is actually reassuring in an odd way. Note how Death is there to guide the lost soul, to tell it what happened and where it should go.
#5 Pity For Lena -- Hmm. I think this is absolutely a splendid idea, to put us in the skin of a somebody who's just murdered someone, obviously not for very justifiable reason. But the focus leaves the murderer, and the mood is not sustained. The brain matter is just gross, not scary. Maybe if the murderer was splattered with brain, it would not only be grosser, but an occasion for horror (see Noel Carroll's concept of "category jamming" -- things are horrific if we can't put them in a category. Blood is horrifying becuase it's ambiguous; is it a living thing or an object?).
#6 Flowers on the Balcony -- A little overboard on the figurative language, I think. Kills any possibility of generating fear until the impression is lost, I think.
Author is going for suspense -- good call. It's either horror or suspsense, but the figurative language (which doesn't work well here) doesn't leave room to develop the scenario. "They won't be able to smell us" -- I'd consider *leading* with this, which gives us the suspense right from the get-go. It's interesting, I don't think figurative language works well with establishing suspense, horror or fear; it's too intellectual, too removed from the experience.
#7 Devoid -- Here we meet death again, only it's more effective for being an impersonal force. Present tense narration is always a bit of a distraction, so it doesn't help.
Not scary though. More psychadelic. Reminds me of when I was young and went to parties where people were doing dope, and having these apparently conversations that apparently they found profound but were just nonsensical to the sober folks. Story needs more point to be scary; as it is it evokes existential crisis more than dread.
#8 Special Delivery -- again, kind of an interesting idea, although the whole Internet angle does not right off the bat grab me by the collar and shout "fear". Overall this was still too outside Olson's head to be very scary; the ending in particular. Since we're not in Olson's head, why should we find the picture without Olson scary? For all we know he walked out of the picture, or had a narcoleptic seizure and fell out of his chair.
I'd suggest a more "in the head" approach here. Olson looks at the monitor and sees himself in infinite recursion. Then the outermost of the Olson image disappears, then the next one ... etc. Then he turns, but he has no image in the mirror. Hmm. Still doesn't quite work. It's a challenging POV issue. If we're seeing through Olson's eyes, and we still see the scene, then Olson can't have disappeared. If he has disappeared, then narrative disorientation is the dominant impression, not fear.
Still, I give this a plus for trying.
#9 The Rise of the Ixtlak Menace -- "Dark clouds hung..." I dunno. Evokes "It was a dark and stormy night..."
I think this story would benefit from a more straightforward, less florid telling. Less atmospherics. Right from the title I felt like this was oversell. It's too bad, because basic premise is splendid: his family is not his family. That's a terric idea for generating horror, but it's overshadowed by the figurative fireworks that come before. Give it more room to breathe and this could be quite good.
#10 In The Tool Shed -- Another A for concept. The protagonist is being burned alive; surely that's a scary premise, but it's tricky. Maybe it's just me, but I always find that giving the protagonist in too much obvious terror right up front works against my identifying with him. It's "OK, this guy is being tortured or whatever right in the first sentence, so I'm not going to identify with him."
I think rather going for terror right in the first two words, a more suspenseful treatment of this scene might work better. Overall this could work well if given more room to develop.
#11 The Absolute Game -- I rather like the prose treatment the author has given his vignette here, but it's not a particularly scary scene. I think there are two things we need in order to feel terror for Marcus. First is that we need to have at least some understnding of what is going on, whether it is expected or unexpected. For all we know this temporal vortex thing is something he does every day. Secondly, we have to identify with Marcus, which there's not enough room.
#12 Manderly Park -- I applaud the author's choice of vignette here. It's worth compaing to the prior vignette (The Absolute Game"), in which the nature of the threat is unclear. Here the source of fear is *very* easy to understand.
The problem with this vignette is that this sort of thing happens all the time, and 99.99% of the time you just need to look a bit longer. The vignette needs a bit more room to develop the conviction that something really *is* wrong. The author almost makes it, but there's a couple of chiller killers in the prose. Take "Tendrils of cold ...". The problem with this kind of figurative language, at least for me, is that it takes me out of the scene. I know that tendrils of cold aren't literally around his/her chest, so it invites me to wonder whether that's really what it would feel like. Doesn't grip like a more straightforward description would; in any case I think it's the wrong sensation. If you're going for a sensation, it should be a quick, disoriented, fight-or-flight response. "Tendrils" are just too slow. I wonder whether the issue with this entrance is that it is sitting on the fence between two different forms of fear: suspense and panic. Tendrils feel more suspense-y. The second figurative chiller killer was "vortex of leaves". Who would describe them thus, especially in this situation? Again, may be just me.
#13 Initiation -- OK, we've got lucky 13 here: a clasic horror scenario with roots that go all the way back to the regency gothic novel where the heroine is taking a governess position in the spooky old manor. This is a more modern, Hollywood treatment.
This is a classic scenario because it is suspenseful. The heroine convinces herself it's OK, but we the audience know the axe murderer is hiding in the attic or the squire's got some terrible secret locked away in the north tower. The problem here is that we don't know that Jenna's reassurance of herself is wrong. Until shown otherwise, I'm inclined to agree with her: the dead are just that, and rats are a bigger concern.
#14 The Nothing Man -- Ooh, we're doing *Psycho* again! This story only had one chiller killer: Jamie didn't work for me. If he couldn't open the door, then what would his knowing or not knowing have to do with anything? Perhaps it would be better for her to put him down for his nap. Stomach clenching doesn't seem quite right.
We're doing suspense here, and I think she needs to build up to the fight-or-flight response more deliberately. She's in the shower, vulnerable of course, and hears the door. So she goes down the list. Is it Jamie? No it can't be Jamie. Is it her husband? Seems pretty likely to me. It ought to be established that it is not her husband. Maybe she calls his name and he doesn't answer. And he doesn't have boots or something.
Overall not a bad effort.
#15 Behind the Door -- OK, another suspense entry, and a pattern is emerging. Suspense looks like it is feasible in thirteen lines, but even so it needs building. So Blake gets this squirmy feeling in the gut (is the author a woman? Women seem to have more expressive guts than men. Author, if you are a man, then kudos to you for listening to your gut.)... Sure it's inexplicable, but inexplicable isn't necessarily scary.
Perhaps this image is hurt by the chiller killer in front of it "He therefore found himself..." Generally, having POV characters "find" things rather than having the thing just happen works against narrative immersion. "Therefore" only makes this worse, because it makes it sound a bit like a thesis rather than a story. Imagine a sword fight told this way, "The found that his opponent was swinging a sword at his head, therefore he raised his own sword to block it." Some writers consider "found", "realized", and all that tribe just unnecessary fluff that should always be cut. I think they're useful when you're focusing on the character being mistaken; but not at all when you want to immerse the reader in what's going on.
#16 Legion -- A biblical reference here to Luke 8:30 I think: "And Jesus asked him, saying, "What is thy name?" And he said, "Legion": because many devils were entered into him." I wonder how many people would get it. I very much like opening sentence, but the third sentence has the chiller killer for me: like seeking fingers...
I'm thinking about why that kind of thing seems to kill the chill for me, and I think it's because if I were actually in that situation, I wouldn't be dreaming up similes unless they were obvious ones like "ants crawling over my skin". The same goes for this: "Instead it seeped, cold as melting ice, toward the core of my soul." Where, exactly, is that? It's a case of telling rather than showing. We're being told (not too subtly) that these night terror symptoms are demonic. Again here: "Terror sat heavy on my chest, though I did not know why." I understand this is a description of a night hag, but would it pass through your mind just that way, that *terror* is sitting on your chest? Or something terrifying? Why would you expect to know why? These are complications.
Again, this is a clever idea that would benefit from a mroe straightforward treatment. Show what it is like.
#17 Outsider -- This is perhaps the most interesting attempt here. It goes right to the basis of horror -- things that aren't quite what they're suppose to be. Prose is quite well done, but the thirteen line focus undermines him. The author is rushing a bit too much and has to resort to telling rather than showing to get his point across: "that convinced me that my life was not reality"
This is as close to success as I think we can get in this format.
#18 The Ivory Yad -- Another interesting idea but with several chiller killers here though. First this piece needs proofreading. Second, I'm not sure that readers who have never been in a situation like this wth a relative or older friend will get it. Heller strikes me as a bit of a stereotyped Jew. How many people speak Yiddish these days?
Not scary.
#19 Night Night -- OK, monsters under the bed. I like the idea. Prose is a bit purple, especially given that the POV character is a child. Would a child with a "Mr. Bunnykinds" experience "fingers of darkness"? "Blood red" indeed -- that's a bit on-the-nose. I really like the idea that the clock isn't moving, but the way it's told is outside-the-head; she looks and the tells us she looked fifteen breaths before. It'd be better for her to look, see it's 12:00 look again and see it's 12:00. Fifteen breaths per minute is quite feasible so perhaps she needs to notice the seconds.
"Eyes open no more than a sliver..." Note this could not be told from Ani's perspective. We're looking *at* her.
#20 Crawlies -- I really like the narrative voice here, but this vignette evokes more horror than fear -- not quite the same thing. Horror can be frightening, of course. Once again, the first person narration works against the attempted twist. It might work if it had more room.
#21 My Encounter With Zombies -- Narrative voice strikes me as cool, almost ironic, like he's telling an amusing story. That could be worked into a frightening thing, but the author is focusing on the horror here. The mother throwing her child to be eaten is certainly horrific, but it's not particularly frightening because we don't identify with these people.
This is a very clear illustration of the difference between fear and horror. The author is very succesful at making this opening horrific, but it's not scary at all.
#22 Hide & Seek -- Hmm. This is quite interesting again because of the horror / fear dichotomy. The author once again has succeeded in making the opening horrifying, but not quite scary yet. I think he's close though, but he barely has room to set up his scenario. What's missing here is a sense of entrapment. It's not clear that the kids couldn't just walk out the front door.
#23 Arm In Arm -- Yet *another* very interesting horror piece. One serious chiller killer "he realized the truth". Here "realized" almost works because he's mistaken and "realized" calls attention to Soo's state of mind. Here it is "truth" takes us out of the scene. It might work better simply to say "he realized he must have had a stroke..." Nice twist though.
#24 The Spirits of Sanctuary Wood -- Horror once again. I rather like the idea of the corpse watching itself change; that's really quite horrifying. It reminds me of the 80s film "An American Werewolf in London". That said, it is this animated corpse we are identifying with here, and the worst has already happened to it.