Tuesday, October 28, 2014


Some of you may have noticed that it's October. Some more of you may have even noticed that Halloween is this week. Halloween is generally the time of all things scary... Okay, maybe not all things.  Probably not even most things. A lot of things. Maybe I should start over...?

Halloween is a time we celebrate scary things... Wait. Is "celebrate" the right word there? Does anyone celebrate scary? Hmm... Okay, yeah, they do. The gravedigger down the street and his family certainly celebrate the scary. True story.


In honor of the "scariest" day of the year, we at Indie Writers Monthly have put together an all scare issue. Okay, well, it's not all scare, because some of it's about how to write scary things, and that part isn't all that scary. And it wasn't really "we," either, because we had a contest for scary micro-fiction, so a lot of the stories were written by them. In fact, I didn't even write one. I told my son to do it for me. The scary part was that I thought he was going to make me write it after all, because he sat and stared at the blank computer monitor for about six hours (don't worry; I'm pretty sure it's part of his process) then, just as I was about to send him to bed, he whipped out a story in about 20 minutes. Maybe 30. Of all the stories submitted, his freaked me out the most. Seriously. It caught me completely off guard and made me go "oh! ew!" Which is not to say that there aren't other freaky and scary stories in there, because there are.

So here's the October issue:
And you can pick it up here.

And just to give you a taste of what's inside, here's my son's story:


It was too warm to sleep. I struggled with the heat: the window was open, covers were off, but it just wasn’t cool enough. I tossed and turned, attempting to find a comfortable, cool spot to sleep.

I froze. A scuffing noise sounded outside my bedroom. I don’t know why, but I was paralyzed with fear.

I slowly pushed myself out of bed. As soon as my feet touched the floor, however, the boards squeaked. I stiffened again. In the silence, the noise continued.

I inched toward my light, determined to make no sound. Once the light clicked on, I saw nothing out of place.

I started to breathe a sigh of relief but quickly drew it back as I advanced toward the door. I still didn’t know what was out there.

As the door screeched open, I cringed. A part of the hallway that my room branched off of was revealed. I saw that the culprit of the sound was only a mouse.

I let the sigh escape my lips.

The mouse turned to face the wall and started scrambling up. I watched in horrid fascination as it clung to the ceiling then dropped into my gaping mouth. It struggled and squirmed down my throat.

I had let my sigh go all too soon.


  1. What an odd little story. How old is your son?

  2. Oh my goodness you just showed me my greatest fear. I'll never sleep without a gag from now one.

  3. May I just say -- Ewwwwwwww, spit that out!

    Nice work hehehe

    Anna from Shout with Emaginette

  4. Jo: He's 13.

    Maurice: I know!
    I used to like mice, but now...

    Anna: If only he could!

  5. Oh, yuck. In the mouth? LOL.

    Something like this happened to my sister once. She woke up in bed one morning and found a mouse sitting on her shoulder. Ha! She screamed so loud.

  6. L.G. That's kind of hilarious.

    Which reminds me, when I was a kid, I was over at some friends' house, and one of the brothers was asleep. The other two and I watched a cockroach fly across the room, land on his lip, and crawl into his mouth. It was so disgusting! But it was hilarious as he woke up spitting and spluttering and saw what came out.

  7. Ewwwww! Well, good job to your son for totally grossing me out.

  8. Jeanne: Maybe, now, you'll leave the poor spiders alone.

  9. That gagging sound is just me choking on this story image, lol. Good work Son.

  10. TAS: My thoughts exactly.

    dolorah: Oh, good! I'll tell him.

  11. Nicely written! And foul.

    I celebrate the scary. And I am not a grave digger. Also a true story. ;)

  12. Shannon: You know, grave digging might explain why you're always out after dark.