Posts Tagged ‘Ghost’
May
Bumping Into An Old Friend
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Like a beacon of an unkind fate the bald pate shines where his pink Mohawk once grew.
“Punk’s not dead,” he drools, the two pints of Heineken having gone to his head, when back in the day it would have taken five, or eight.
“Yeah, the spirit lives on,” I lie to this ghost from my past sitting alone in the bar without any hope of a date.
“Another pint?” the zombie asks, but I don’t hesitate with the well, it’s getting late, been nice to catch up, thanking God for boring suburbs, wife and kids, the nine to five.
From Guest Contributor Ian Fletcher
Ian studied English Literature at Oxford University many years ago. He has had short stories published in various genres in Schlock! Webzine, Schlock! Bi-Monthly, Short-story.me, Anotherealm, Under the Bed, A Story In 100 Words, and in anthologies by Horrified Press and Rogue Planet Press. He is an Affiliate Member of the Horror Writers Association.
Jul
Future Ghosts
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Every instance of seeing one’s reflection, especially when alone, merges to form a person’s self-awareness. When reviewed in one’s mind, these tiny portraits play like a film at thirty frames per second.
For Hugh, this rendition of himself had for too long been tinctured by a sinister affectation. He didn’t want to believe the person facing him in the mirror was truly himself. Yet, the longer he faced this apparition, the more its evil seeped into him.
When Hugh died, after a long life of many misdeeds, his spirit stayed behind to haunt him through the mirrors of his past.
Apr
One True Love
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Jesper believed in one true love. He fell for his when he was still a boy, while picking mushrooms in the forest behind his home. He met a girl in a white dress and they played for several hours, so that by the time he returned home, Jesper’s father gave him a whipping for being late.
Jesper never forgot that girl. For many years he searched everywhere for her, in his village, in the neighboring towns, along the main road that led to the city. No one knew of such a girl.
It was as if she were a ghost.
Sep
No Explanation Necessary For Looking Good
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Detective Stephens surveyed the scene, trying to make sense of it. He could be certain of only one thing. The man was dead.
Stephens could find no explanation for the manner of death. The victim was fully dressed in a suit and tie, but had died from several bullet wounds to his heart. His clothes did not have any holes or blood on them. No one reported hearing any gunshots. A note read that despite his death, he refused to leave the neighborhood.
The mystery was never explained, but the man’s ghost never did leave. At least it was well-dressed.
Jul
A Darkness Of Mind
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Drake’s fate was determined the day his father was killed.
Ghosts do not often commit murder. They haunt. They instill fear. They might so inhabit a person’s psyche as to drive her to suicide. But actual slaughter is rare.
Drake’s father was murdered by a ghost, and on that day Drake became a ghost hunter.
He inhabited the darkness. He learned about betrayal and lonely hearts and the isolation of eternity. He drank in whispers and sang of misfortune.
He became a lost soul. So it was that upon his death, he knew that he himself would become a ghost.
Jun
Graveyard Girl
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
During her lifetime, she had never actually been to a graveyard. The closest she came was holding her breath as the family station wagon drove by. Nor had she been to a cemetery. Nor a mausoleum, catacomb, or crypt.
But she could distinguish the difference, both etymologically and historically, between each of them. Her favorite stories were set in burial grounds, Gothic narratives dripping with death and love and tragedy.
So even though she was cremated, and her ashes spread out to sea, not many people were surprised to find her ghost haunting the church graveyard near her childhood home.
Feb
Ghost Story
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Jackson stumbled into the bathroom and flicked on the light. He jumped with a start. Samantha, his dead wife, was staring at him in the mirror.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“I’ve decided to haunt you.”
“Whatever you say.” Jackson went back to bed.
Samantha started following Jackson wherever he went. People often caught him talking to himself, and decided he was crazy.
It was not long before Jackson’s boss fired him. “You’re behavior lately has been unacceptable.”
“But my dead wife is haunting me.”
“Why didn’t you say so? You get used to it after a while.”
Jan
The Ghostly Buccaneer
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The wind whipped at my tattered jacket sleeve. The unholy mixture of salt, blood and sweat sickened me. My severed stump floated on the waves, sailing true north, until the menacing visage of the great white crested the surface and swallowed my dearly departed appendage.
Across the water, standing astern, laughing, the ghostly flicker of the Buccaneer gripped my eye. But with relief I heard his mast crashing into the sea. Our gamble had worked. The Hell Frigate drifted away helplessly.
The hunt was just getting started. I knew it would continue throughout the Seven Seas and into my nightmares.