New Podcast at Pseudopod!

If you enjoy listening to horror stories, please check out my reading of Joshua Rex's "The Unfinished Room", now live at Pseudopod!  This is one seriously creepy story - I know you'll enjoy it!  Follow the link:

http://pseudopod.org/2014/01/30/pseudopod-371-the-unfinished-room/

Bob

More stories to check out!

I have a number of stories that have appeared online at MicroHorror.com and FlashesInTheDark.com.  You can find my MicroHorror stories here:

http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/category/author/robert-c-eccles/

My latest MicroHorror story was an entry for their annual October themed story contest.  It's called "Eyes" and oddly enough it's 100 words long, including the title.

You can find my FlashesInTheDark stories here:

http://flashesinthedark.com/category/robert-c-eccles/

Looks like my last submission there was a Valentine's Day-themed poem.  I'm a submissions editor there, too.

I have a 100-word Valentine's Day horror story ready to go here at HorrAbble, but I'll hold off posting it until next month.

Hope you enjoy my MicroHorror and FlashesInTheDark stories!

Bob

Giving birth is hard work.

Push

The knife tucked under the mattress wasn't easing Marcy's labor pains as the old wive's tale suggested it should. Adding insult to injury, the moron who had gotten her into this predicament to begin with was blowing beer breath in her face.

“C'mon, baby, push harder!” Clarence huffed. Under the beer, Marcy thought she could smell pastrami.

“Enough!” Marcy yelled. She reached under the mattress, grabbed the knife and stabbed Clarence through the heart. He fell dead on the floor. Marcy's labor pains persisted, but Clarence's nasty breath was gone. The knife had been good for something, after all.

Another recent holiday-themed tale

Thanksgiving Dinner

“Thanksgiving’s not the same without grandma,” Peter said, passing the stuffing to Grandpa, who shrugged and passed the dish to Aunt Gwen, who was sitting to his right.

“More for the rest of us,” he said.

“Dad, please!” said Peter’s mother, Marcy. “You could at least feign mourning.”

“What does feign mean?” Peter asked around a mouthful of stuffing.

“It means…” Marcy began.

“Ow!” Peter yelled, pulling a large costume jewelry ring from his mouth.

“Isn’t that one of mom’s rings?” Marcy asked.

Grandpa grinned.  “You want me to feign surprise? How is that stuffing, by the way?”

Frosty's Revenge

I'll start with one I just recently wrote...

Frosty’s Revenge

Jeff paused only briefly to ponder whether destroying a snowman in someone’s yard could be considered a destruction of private property before swinging away with his Louisville Slugger.  He felt much better after reducing the frozen figure to a pile of slush.  That would teach his neighbor to let his dog crap on his lawn. 

That night, cold water dripping on Jeff’s forehead woke him from a sound sleep.  Staring into the snowman’s hovering face, its gaping mouth displaying rows of pointed icicle teeth, Jeff understood that charges of destruction of property were the least of his worries.

HorrAbble: 100-word Horror Stories

Welcome to HorrAbble, a blog featuring horror stories exactly 100 words long ("drabble"-length), including the title.