Tag: FictionFairy
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The Sounds of Little Grove
A new horror story by the Fiction Fairy, Fey Cosmo. This story is lovingly dedicated to D and M… you know who you are TRIGGER WARNING: This contains confronting themes and is recommended for those aged 15 and up. Dear Reader: The serial, “Brethren of Judas” is on a mental health/research hiatus, as the topic…
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Rois: A tale of medieval horror
TRIGGER WARNING: This contains confronting themes and is recommended for those aged 15 and up. Dear Reader: The serial, “Brethren of Judas” is on a mental health/research hiatus, as the topic of coercion right now is a difficult one for me. Please enjoy ‘Rois’, a one-off story of medieval horror. We walked out of the…
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PULSE: A new sci-fi story
Lovingly dedicated to the real Brett When the first flesh-to-fibre implant was going to be released for the public, my darling Brett was one of the hundreds who slept on the street to be at the front of the queue. As a healthy 35-year-old with an interest in computers and a love of new tech,…
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Pieces of Her: A tale of horror
The legend says that most of the city was ash when the temple of Ishtar finally fell, but the legend could be mistaken; after all, no one who was alive then, is alive now. But imagine you are, as the Gods are, and can see between the clouds. She could have calmly been going about…
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My Beautiful Son: A tale of horror (PART TWO)
Still, there were so many moments during his life that his condition could have been caught or captured, but somehow it was hidden from the world. He was very healthy and well developed, plump and cheerful, a good feeder and sleeper. When he had doctors and dentist appointments I waited for someone to see that…
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My Beautiful Son: A tale of horror (PART ONE)
I don’t remember the night I fell pregnant, at least in any firm way. Memory has allowed me some vague impressions of the haze and heat of the nightclub, but mostly I remember how my heart’s drumming was in time with the music. I let my body flow and melt into the drunken, whirling rhythm.…
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MARKED: A story inspired by the spell, Hunter’s Mark
My death starts and ends with a searing circle of pain. The hunter sighted me long before my senses oriented me to where she hid. Her form was a mystery to me as there were too many smells, too many new sights in the forest for me to focus on. We had chosen this clearing…
