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Tiny Terrifying Tale of the Month

Visiting the doctor. Receptionist, shocked, “Oh, are you still alive?”

Silly Horror Stories I Want To Write Anyway

Thanks to a corrupted bar code installed by sentient AI bent on taking over the world, all purchases bought on Black Friday attain consciousness. At a signal from their AI controller, working through every smart speaker in the land, they all “go bad” in their own special way. Neck massagers tighten murderously. Roombas become ninja-swift trip hazards. And the drones? You don’t want to imagine…

It’s like Terminator masterminded by Amazon. And there’s no return slip.

FearBites: The Twilight of the Exams

Ellis lay, staring at the darkening sky where a full moon laboured up over spindled autumn trees… The others sprawled on coats and car rugs around a makeshift bonfire, its damp, windfall branches spitting and crackling. The leaping flames threw crazed shadows on the abbey’s ruined walls, making them flicker with phantom life.

The abbey’s walls conceal a dark secret, and Ellis is about to wish it had remained hidden.


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F.K. Marlowe is a Shropshire lass who lived in London and Beijing before settling down with her husband, three daughters and rescue pup in Vancouver. She writes horror stories with a tendency to the paranormal, and Young Adult fiction with fangs and sass.

Marlowe doesn’t worry overly much about the placement of semi-colons and the like, having spent far too long pootling about in academia to take them seriously. (She has an Oxford first in English Lit, plus a Master’s and PhD from Leeds). She has, however, discovered that life is the best education for a writer, and plans to continue her studies there as long as possible.


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