Monday, 22 October 2018

The Horror of Shakespeare #20 #21 & #22

Every day in October I will be posting a horror/paranormal drabble (100 word story) inspired by a Shakespeare Quote. 
My apologies for not posting over the weekend, I have been really busy proof reading and designing a new cover that I have barely been online. I did write the drabbles though, and here are all three :)

Neither a Borrower Nor a Lender Be

Ashley knew Katie had exactly the necklace she needed to set off her outfit. Problem was, Katie was out for the day. Then again, Ashley was sure Katie wouldn't mind, they borrowed each other's stuff all the time.

So she snuck into Katie's room, mentally apologising as she went.

The necklace was right there on the dresser. She picked it up and placed it round her neck.

"Oh yes, you'll do."

She turned to try and find the owner of the voice.

"I'm going to enjoy you."

The metal of the necklace pieced her skin and her mind was invaded.

We are Such Stuff as Dreams are Made On

"Bill stop!"

All he could do was stare as Mary grabbed the hat pin he had been using to repeatedly stab his hand.

"What are you doing?"

"Have to stay awake," he said, already feeling the edges of darkness in his mind. "Mustn't sleep."

"I'm calling an ambulance."

"No," but she was already turning away.

The hospital would make him sleep. The monsters would be there, waiting for him in his dreams. They were supposed to be make believe, but he had played the game, he had opened the door. The monsters would come and make him one of them.

A Horse! A Horse!

Scotland was such a wonderful place, Nancy was enjoying her holiday immensely. The locals were friendly enough, but also a little odd. They had warned her not to go near the loch during the full moon, but she was a naturalist at heart and she wanted to see the nightlife.

She was being rewarded with the sight of something huge. At first she thought stag, then she saw horse features. It was magnificent, even if, given its size, it had to be domesticated.

Only when she saw red eyes and fangs up close, did she realise how wrong she was.

1 comment:

  1. Once more unto the breach, dear friend, once more;
    Or switch off the computer with unread drabbles.
    On weekends there's nothing so becomes a writer
    As fevered brain dipped in blood.

    [Apologies, for my absence - I'm fighting a bad cold, have been for ten day. Worth waiting for these especially Nessie the Kelpie.]


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