Christmas Horror Short Story Competition!
Our 2025 Christmas Horror Short Story Contest is now open, and we’re inviting you to put a dark (or delightfully eerie) twist on the festive season.
Here’s what you need to know:
The contest closes...
Just been to see Hamnet at the cinema. Highly recommend, but read Maggie O'Farrell's brilliant book first (and take a few tissues to both). The film sticks closely to the book's narrative (maybe because Maggie co-produced it). Another example of...
I recently finished two books in first person limited, by 'difficult' narrators. I'm late to the party with both books, as I am still working my way through a long (and growing) back-list from when I was not reading much.
The first, Creation...
I'm re-reading Girl with a Pearl Earring by Tracy Chevalier, and I am finding it a great example of a protagonist who is incredibly constrained, meaning she has little room to make the choices and decisions that would drive the plot.
It would...
Me, the youngest painted wolf, and my three sisters, shoulder to shoulder, our front legs stepping out in unison, my hungry eyes soaking in the lush green landscape sprouting from the dust.
Well deserved @Allen N - it's an honour to come second to that great line. See you in the next round.
Thanks as always @Hannah Faoileán for a great prompt.
Maybe one for contests too..
Christmas Horror Short Story Competition!
Our 2025 Christmas Horror Short Story Contest is now open, and we’re inviting you to put a dark (or delightfully eerie) twist on the festive season.
Here’s what you...
Christmas Horror Short Story Competition!
Our 2025 Christmas Horror Short Story Contest is now open, and we’re inviting you to put a dark (or delightfully eerie) twist on the festive season.
Here’s what you need to know:
The contest closes...
Stepping out of the woods and into the clearing, he was alarmed at the depth of the fresh, many-clawed snow prints of the monster he’d been tracking, and realised he was far short of the necessary firepower… and then, too late, he saw it charging...
Jo notched her rifle at the bobcat sniffing Darling's crib, stepping out from the door's shadow, the breeze of the open french doors blowing the hair from her eyes.
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