Opposites Attract

A very intriguing short sci-fi story that leaves you wanting more.

A Rosie Viewpoint

Isobelle was cold, but she was always cold these days so it didn’t matter. Nothing really mattered when you got to be her age, other than making sure no-one realised that you were three hundred and seventy nine years old. Thank hell she didn’t have to contend with the kind of restrictions the books had always told her she would, she didn’t have to stay out of the sun for fear of burning, or avoid garlicky dishes. In fact she could still eat human food, although she had to throw it up afterwards, but eating was one of the ways she was able to blend in, that and having a normal non-nocturnal life not like some kind of obvious demon of the night.

Over the years she’d tried changing her looks but very little stayed, her body instantly healed so piercings were soon pushed out, her hair somehow returned to…

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“Warehouses and All” by Phil Slattery.

I met the world-weary expatriate American at a garden party in Egypt in ’89, several months after he had left the Somali oilfields. He remembered that outside his barracks near Mogadishu there had been warehouses full of rice donated by foreign charities to combat the perpetual famine.

“Nina” by Just Another Writer.

Through years of comments, sneers, good meaning, she developed a sense of people’s true selves. Sticks and stones may break her bones, but words gnawed. She was sitting on a train one night. A man was sitting opposite, smiling at her – incessantly. He wore purple crocodile cowboy boots and a Stetson – conspicuous. The alcohol had exceeded its peak and left a sludge of sleepiness, as the train rocked, her head dropped. Every jolt woke her, ahead and unmistakable, the man never ceasing to show those pearly whites, a crocodile smile. The end of the line – ‘howdy ma’am’ a Texas twang as he helped her to her feet.

Horror House Flash Fiction #5 Contest Winner and Entries.

“I assumed I had been troubled, but I couldn’t remember who I was entirely.” And the responses were amazing. The piece that I chose as the winner was Billy Mann’s entry, which you can read below. It’s very disconcerting with excellent elements of horror and amnesia that embodies the prompt well. I hope you enjoy it just as well as I did.

Horror House Flash Fiction Contest #4 Winner.

Boy, you psychopaths really outdone yourselves. 😉 Each entry was different, some were twisted and saturated with horror, others lighter with romance, dark humor and mystery. It was like a Christmas come early or rather a Christmas in July reading these entries and seeing how the prompt inspired you. Excellent work everyone. I loved each one dearly, but the winner I chose is called a Work In Progress by obbverse.

Horror House Flash Fiction Contest #3 Winner.

All the entries received were excellent to read, each one detailing their own individual spin of loss, discovery, dark humor and tad bits of horror. Don’t believe me? You can read them in the separate post designated for all other entries received for this contest. Now onto the winner… I chose Locusts by Michael Raven.

Horror House Flash Fiction Contest #2 Winner.

Last week’s prompt for Horror House Wednesday was the following: “Where is your reality? Do you know where you are?” And the responses did not disappoint. It’s always hard to choose, especially when they’re all such great stories. All of them utilized the prompt in such an innovative way, but alas, I only can choose one as the winner. I chose 37297 by Just Another Writer. It constitutes elements of science fiction and perhaps a tad dystopia. A great story that stays in your mind for a while.