Writing Prompt

An eye for an eye was never so literal. You should have seen the two of them, newly-made cyclops, eye-gulping, face-eating creatures made of the stuff of nightmares, licking at their blood-stained teeth, in a dance of agony and bliss.

A hand for a hand, yes, a wry symmetry the driving force of their mutual demise. You should have heard the cheers of the crowd of spectators: horrified, galvanised, ...

“I think you’ve had quite enough to eat, Luke,” mother smiled gently and wiped his mouth.

He looked around at the dinner table and saw that she hadn’t eaten anything yet. He was still trying not to think about it too much, but she was trying so hard to keep him awake. After all, he had been sleeping all morning and was just laying down for the last hour before the sun came up.

Now he looked at ...

“Hm they say blood is thicker than water, and it seems it’s thicker than wine also; not that I mind it.” Hillary swirled the dark liquid in her wine glass before taking a polite sip. She offered Gertrude a warm smile....

It was one of those late late summer days when the heat as boiled away and one could just imagine autumn in the breeze. Lee was on point watching for game through her binoculars. Tucked high in an oak, the blind was well camouflaged by vines. Flat on her belly, still as a stone, Lee loved the quiet of the woods. Unfortunately Seabrook, her hunting partner, was more of a talker.

“You know there us...

I was scared of her at first. From her picture, she was intimidating, yes, but the decorations on her wall and the clothes she wore - so intricately carved with some texture and fabric I could not place - made me feel a sense of primal terror. With her darkened eyes and perfectly-primped hair, she looked as if she could, and would, eat me up in a heartbeat.

“I’ve made us dinner,” she said at the...

As she placed his plate in front of him, he smiled warmly, excited to dig into his meal consisting of a tender human steak, mash potatoes and green beans.

“This smells lovely dear, where did you get the meat?” The man asks as he stabs the steak and glides his knife through the flesh.

The woman smiles as she pours herself a glass of Riesling, filling it almost to the top. She avoids the question...

It was the third Wednesday of the month again. That means it was the night for Dave to have the monthly evening dinner with Jim, his colleague from work.

That evening, it was Dave’s turn to cook. Dave adored cooking. There was nothing he enjoyed more - well, almost nothing. Dave was in the kitchen cooking steaks on the pan, whilst singing along to Otis Reading’s, “The Dock of the Bay”.

“Those s...

Alex never liked it when his mother, Janice, made him walk home alone from school— not because he was a particularly fearful child, but because the roads were jagged and there were no street lights along the way. He simply didn’t feel it was safe for an 11 year old to do so. The dread consumed him the entire day.

Eventually, he exasperatedly shared his troubles to Peter, his best friend since gr...

“This is worse than I expected. Much worse!”

Hello, my name is Lucy and I’m a detective at West Yorkshire Police. I love this job to bits as I’m simply getting paid to solve highly horrific crimes which is a privilege not only to my soul, but to my local community’s soul too.

I am used to dealing with murderers and thieves but this time, I had to deal with a much larger threat: “Cannibalism.”...

The floor board whined at my weight.

The cry louder than it usually is.

My heart beating in my ear

And my breath, shallow.

I listened, I waited

Holding my breath.

Where are they?

My ears perk up at any sound:

Whipping of wind

The distant cries of people

a creak, behind me.

I twist my head, peering over my shoulder

5 yards away

The man stood,

Tapping on the floor boards

from the fresh blood Dri...