Three-sentence horror romance: BEGINNING

BEGINNING

by Courtney Cantrell

After my funeral, I crossed nearly two continents and an ocean to get to her.

I watched through the window as she slid out of her bra and panties, the first time I’d ever glimpsed those beautiful curves glorious and naked.

When I rapped on the pane, she rushed to let me in as though understanding that our long, agonizing wait had ended and we could finally be together…in spite of my fangs…or because of them.

THE END

Three-sentence romance story: TRIANGLE

Lo and behold, I’ve actually written a three-sentence story that isn’t horror. I told you I would! : )
 

TRIANGLE

by Courtney Cantrell

I begged her to tell George about me, but she refused.

When I left to tell George myself, she laughed and said that women like her never sleep alone.

George and I meet for coffee every Monday, but her bed is still empty.

 

–inspired by Nickel Creek’s “Helena”

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Three-sentence horror story: SERVICE

Okay. OKAY. I know I said not all of my three-sentence fic would be horror. But I can’t help it! These three-sentence stories just lend themselves so ridiculously well to the genre! Like pumpkins to jack-o’-lanterns. Or cats to patches of sunlight. Or pancreatic juices into duodenums. Duodena. Whatever.

Anyway.

Here’s another three-sentence story. @BenHoward87 inspired it, because he asked for a bedtime story on Twitter the other night.

Yes. A bedtime story. And I came up with horror. Go figure.

ANYWAY.

Here ya go. Enjoyyyy…. 😉

SERVICE*

by Courtney Cantrell

She woke gasping from another nightmare of murder in the shower.

When she rushed into the bathroom to check, she sighed with relief.

The maid had cleaned up the blood again.

THE END

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*I’ve embellished the story a bit from the ~140-character original.

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Three-sentence horror story: SNACKTIME

Okay, so I promised that not all of my three-sentence stories would be horror. But this third one is, too. Sorry. Stay tuned for other genres!

SNACKTIME

by Courtney Cantrell

When she stepped out of the bedroom at 3:00 a.m. to grab a snack, she felt compelled to turn and look down the hall.

At the head of the stairs slouched a thing, its claws tick-ticking against the hardwood floor.

It grinned at her, displaying a maw of sharp teeth, before it skittered into the baby’s room.

THE END

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Three-sentence horror story: HONEYMOON

Hile, inklings!

If you recall, I recently wrote a three-sentence horror story for a flash fiction contest.

Sadly, I didn’t win. But that’s the breaks, right? Loss of hypothetical glory notwithstanding, the three-sentence fiction concept has continued percolating in my brain these several weeks and brought forth the richness of IDEA: Ima start posting three-sentence short stories here on a semi-regular basis, and y’all can let me know what you think of ’em. It should be great story-telling practice for me (and Grabthar knows I need it), and I hope it’ll be fun for you. Yay! Everybody wins!

Except for the cheetahs. They never prosper.

Of course, I might do this just the one time and then forget that I thought of it. (This might be what “semi-regular basis” really means.) Guess you’ll just have to hide and watch.

So, without further ado or adon’t, here’s my newest three-sentence horror story. Enjoy. (They won’t all be horror, by the way. The first two just happen to be.)

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HONEYMOON

by Courtney Cantrell

When he came to, it was pitch black.

His shaking fingers soon discovered that she’d gouged out his eyes.

But worse, no matter how he screamed, the floor beneath him would not stop writhing.

THE END

Three-sentence horror story: MOTHER

This story is my entry in author Chuck Wendig’s “Flash Fiction Challenge: Horror in Three Sentences”.

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MOTHER

by Courtney Cantrell

Once upon a time, there was a kind young woman who gained the power to know all and do all.

As she looked out across the helpless sea of her former fellow humans, she smiled.

They needed her, and she was going to take care of them.

THE END