Flash Fictions: Horror Stories

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Flash Fictions: Horror Stories By The Writers of the UPRH Creative Writing Workshop The UPRH Creative Writing Workshop Flash Fiction: Horror Stories


I always wonder why the dog barks around 2 a.m. and I remind myself that I don’t have a dog and that the woman who died years ago in my apartment is back. Lucía Alvarado

The UPRH Creative Writing Workshop Flash Fiction: Horror Stories


It was dark; I went to kiss my wife. She whispers I love you, I answer back, and then I hear my wife laughing in the living room. LucĂ­a Alvarado

The UPRH Creative Writing Workshop Flash Fiction: Horror Stories


I can’t stop hearing the screams of the children that were drowned in my bathtub. Lucía Alvarado

The UPRH Creative Writing Workshop Flash Fiction: Horror Stories


My roommate shows me a picture he found of a girl holding out two fingers. The next morning I find the wall smeared with blood and the same picture, but the girl was holding out three fingers. Frances E. Mangual The UPRH Creative Writing Workshop Flash Fiction: Horror Stories


I found an old picture of my sister and me as children. Her head slowly fades away from the picture as I get a phone call; she’s dead. Frances E. Mangual

The UPRH Creative Writing Workshop Flash Fiction: Horror Stories


The trees were naked at his gaze as winter stroke like never before. The cold was good enough to cover the heads of the orphans under the roots of an oak after painting his violin with innocent blood of the children so he can hear their cries through the strings. Ixander BerrĂ­os The UPRH Creative Writing Workshop Flash Fiction: Horror Stories


Walking down the hall, he felt a chill on his bone and a gale blowing on his face. Instantly, he saw how the moon turn red and his body as well after feeling the claws of his own daughter grasp his heart asking for attention. Ixander BerrĂ­os The UPRH Creative Writing Workshop Flash Fiction: Horror Stories


Be careful who you're entangled with between my sheets. I ended up with your heart in my hand and her blood on my cheeks. Venus Sรกnchez

The UPRH Creative Writing Workshop Flash Fiction: Horror Stories


There’s this smile that always makes them melt, and I always strive to give them my best one every time. I mean, it is the last thing that they’ll ever see before I pour acid over their pretty eyes. Luisa Kidd The UPRH Creative Writing Workshop Flash Fiction: Horror Stories


They always say not to fear what you see in the mirror, to see past its twisted visage. However, they seem to forget that reality is sometimes far more scary; at least, from what I can see from this side of the mirror. Luisa Kidd The UPRH Creative Writing Workshop Flash Fiction: Horror Stories


Really, killing is not even the worst of it. It’s the echoes of their shrieks that keep me awake at the end of the day. Luisa Kidd

The UPRH Creative Writing Workshop Flash Fiction: Horror Stories


It's 4:00am and I see a man in the hallway. I start to shave and I see his reflection in the mirror: limp and lifeless hanging from a rope. Venus Sรกnchez

The UPRH Creative Writing Workshop Flash Fiction: Horror Stories


I always thought the monster in my closet was a fiction of my imagination. Until it ate my mother. Luis J. Fuentes

The UPRH Creative Writing Workshop Flash Fiction: Horror Stories


I heard a baby’s cry last night. I had an abortion a day ago and I live alone. Luis J. Fuentes

The UPRH Creative Writing Workshop Flash Fiction: Horror Stories


Mother says she loves all her children very much. Each and every one, hanging from the ceiling, cherished like mementos, in the attic of their home. Miguel A. De JesĂşs

The UPRH Creative Writing Workshop Flash Fiction: Horror Stories


She used to sow fallen hair into ragged dolls. Weeks passed and girls across town suddenly fell dead after slow trails of blood trickled down their porcelain faces. Miguel A. De JesĂşs

The UPRH Creative Writing Workshop Flash Fiction: Horror Stories


A humming filled the silence and a sudden shimmer lifted him to the Heavens. Awake and blinded by light, the angels strapped him to a metallic bed; a knife began cutting through his chest as three gray fingers dug inside his organs. Miguel A. De JesĂşs

The UPRH Creative Writing Workshop Flash Fiction: Horror Stories


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