http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror Short stories. Endless nightmares. Tue, 09 Mar 2010 19:20:28 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Before Frank there was Muchka. Muchka was a lovely, blond, indigo-eyed poem of a child, whose smile dazzled like a white orchid. Speech came quickly to him, and by age three he could tell me the names of all the teas lining the kitchen shelf. But he grew cruel ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/george-kuato/before-frank/ The hairdresser massaged Moira’s scalp as warm water ran over her head. Moira watched steam rise and play with swirls of spackle on the ceiling. Men, women and children with blank gazes and empty eyes stared back. They moved with the steam, lost souls in a rough sheetrock sky. ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/julie-jansen/salon/ Wish for more? Want to taste the divine? Experience the side that awakens after the sun has fallen? What is spoken of in whispers through the haze of cancerous fumes... the places we touch with our minds when we say such silly things like "How are you today?"... we ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/todd-wood/a-meeting-of-strangers/ I followed him in. I knew he was here. This is a very short tunnel. I would have seen him exit--only I didn’t. At the moment I entered, all sound of battle ceased. I stopped dead in my tracks because of the silence--the emptiness. It was the emptiness that ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/oonah-v-joslin/penumbra/ There are three of them, and they only come after my wife and young daughter have gone to bed. They make no effort to be quiet when they arrive; they hurl the front door open, no matter how many locks I put on it, and slam it shut behind ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/justin-pollock/the-skeletons-request/ Glamour. That was the promise, she thought, as she stared at her reflection in the dingy mirror. Not this. Not this obese thing concealed in scarves and cheap jewelry. Stevie Nicks meets a hippo. Oh, Lora Lynn. How far you've fallen since that first time. He was tall, dark, and wore skinny ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/p-magnifico/the-pretty-ones/ Fragmented moonlight filters through lace curtains as I drift into troubled sleep. I dream. Muscle spasms wrack my arms and legs as they flail wildly. Thick, coarse hair sprouts, creating an unbearable itching that makes me writhe like a man on fire. Pitiable cries howl from my elongating mouth as fingers ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/jerry-scarbrough/moon-dance/ Wallace was thirty-five and lived with his mother. He was an entomologist, and it was more than a day job to him. He came home from work and spent hours in his basement lab, studying the mating habits of wasps, the way worker bees communicate, the whole concept of ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/john-mcdonnell/the-smell-of-love/ “I need to close up now, John. My wife will be wondering where I am.” His accent was still forming, having only been away from the States for about three years. He wiped the bar in the same places he had for the last hour, stealing glances at the ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/justin-albiston/no-good-deed/ “City Financier found murdered in his flat,” screamed the headline of the evening newspaper, discarded by the previous occupant of the toilet cubicle. Kurt leaned back against the door, and felt a repeat of the pain in his chest he had endured, sprinting across the station to catch this train ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/brian-lux/one-way-express/