Free Fiction Wednesday: A Date with Monsieur Baudelaire by Alex S. Johnson

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A Date with Monsieur Baudelaire
by Alex S. Johnson

“Well, this is awkward,” said Giselle Duras (in French, of course, as that was her native language). She had shown up promptly to the small artist’s cafe in Montparnasse and now anticipated trekking the Walk of Shame known to other artist’s models who had been stood up by the distinguished and infamous author of Les Fleurs Du Mal.

Mlle. Duras was just about to collect her parasol and beat a quick exit through the kitchen when a thunderous voice called from just behind her. She started, blushed and brought her lace-gloved fingers to her mouth.

“Monsieur!” she said. “You scared me!”

“Sit,” he said imperiously.

She did as he instructed.

“I hope you weren’t planning to beat a hasty escape through that squalid kitchen. At best, you would smear your dainty boots with offal; at worst…” he shuddered and a…

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Horror Addicts Writer’s Workshop – Last Chance!

Last chance for a critique! I find having another pair of eyes review my work to be very helpful.

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Horror Addicts Writer’s Workshop Announcement!

OPENS: October 1st, 2015, 11:59pm PST
Deadline:
December 31st, 2015, 11:59pm PST.

This is an opportunity for aspiring horror or like-genre writers to have their work critiqued by professional writers based on story structure, plot, style, and character development. One lucky writer will have their work produced for a HorrorAddicts.net show for Season 11 in 2016.

Submission criteria:

1)      This workshop is free

2)      You must state you if you are under 18 at the time of submission. We will not accept stories from children younger than 15.

3)      By submitting to the workshop, you are stating this work is yours and yours alone and that you may submit it legally without publication ties. The work cannot be previously published in any form.

4)      Stories must be Gothic, Horror, Steampunk, Clockpunk, Fetish, Dark Fantasy, Horror Romance, or have a horror element of some…

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New Fiction: Lodgers

Lodgers

by Timothy C. Hobbs

 

The hotel swallowed them. All thirty five occupants and the staff.

It was a record winter that year. The guests had tightly closed the windows to their rooms. No one could have anticipated the slow gas leak that was inhaled by sleeping lungs.

The building fell into ruin after that. The place just “Went bad” most people said, those rumors started by the few who did stay there after the misfortune. They said they heard things in the night. Bad things that groped for something beyond the cold destiny given them. Hungry things that wailed to be fed. Things better separated from the living.

There were a few failed attempts to sweep the tragedy away and reopen with glamour and style. The mayor cameDivine Lorraine Hotel, Philadelphia and offered a hopeful dedication. The ballroom was resurrected and a gala ball held. But the guests soon became uncomfortable at the fleeting touch of an icy hand or the ephemeral kiss from unseen lips. So the building died, left only with its ghosts and their grumblings.

Years passed. It was never torn down, only deserted to the elements that wore and scarred its exterior. Left to its occupants of tortured souls.

But it was really just waiting all those years, patiently waiting for people like me. People who dwell in the shadows of the hotel’s empty rooms. People who occupy its grand, desolate foyers. The hotel has become quite a refuge for those of us who snort poison into our noses or inhale the smoke of it into our lungs. Those of us who night after night, day after day inject liquid death into our veins.

We are not bothered by the apparitions who live beyond the pale of the grave. We pass each other in silence. We embrace those who inhabit this ruin of brick and mortar, glass and steel. Our cries of desolation blend with theirs in a symphony for the macabre. Our graveyard gazes down through the broken panes of its windows on the empty courtyard below, waiting for others to come into its embrace of emptiness and certain death.

Living or dead. Dying or undead. It matters not. We all share the same table; eat of the same rotten fruit. Dancing with the dead is an anticipated high just as much as their ballet with our withering flesh.

We are all specters here.

We are all willingly haunted.

 Timothy Hobbs is a retired medical technologist. His flash fiction piece Luna appeared in the Deep Water Literary Journal. His anthology Mothertrucker and Other Stories and novel Veils were published through Publish America. Novels The Pumpkin Seed and Music Box Sonata and a novella, The Smell of Ginger, were published by Vamplit Publishing in the United Kingdom and republished by Visionary Press Collaborative. Netherworld Books published his novel Maiden Fair.  A collection of flash and short fiction, In the Blink of a Wicked Eye, was published in 2015 by Sirens Call Publications.

Twitter handle: Timothy Hobbs@TimothyHobbs8
Facebook link: https://www.facebook.com/timothy.hobbs.92
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