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Tiny Terrifying Tale of the Month

Bedtime shower. Sud-blinded, soap-groping fumble finds a helping hand. No arm.

Silly Horror Stories I Want To Write Anyway

School’s back and there’s a charismatic new student in Bella’s science class. Dark, brooding, never seen outside on sunny days, he arouses her suspicions, along with something else that might have to do with his strange violet eyes and lustful glances. Is it her that can’t keep away from him, or is he stalking her? How is she supposed to study for the Autumn test papers with him staring in through her bedroom window? And why is he carrying that can of beans and bottle of Chianti?

FearBites: The Twilight of the Exams

Megan pulls her coat tighter around her as she follows Lorna’s tiny, denim-clad bottom up the incline. Where is Mrs Perfect dragging her off to? What does she have to say that they couldn’t have discussed in her nice warm kitchen? Surely she can’t suspect? 

This month’s FearBites has a bitter aftertaste…


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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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