'The Dweller' is my contribution to this month’s Friday Frights. The theme: Demonic Toys. Previously published under my real name by Angelic Knight Press in the anthology Satan's Toybox: Demonic Dolls, this story is longer than the flash fiction normally posted but when I tried to split it into three parts I just couldn’t decide where each installment should end. So I’m posting the full length story. The Dweller by Quinn Cullen Dan and his best friend Buck, a German Sheppard, were frequent visitors at the local landfill, an awesome scavenger hunt territory. They were treading through heaps of rotting waste, narrowly avoiding stepping on the motionless crows and seagulls strewn about. Under normal circumstances, those obnoxious foragers pillaged the dump for something to eat. Tonight was different. An unnatural stillness had settled in the area as dusk cloaked the small Kentucky town of Flatgap, where Dan lived with his parents, John and Sarah, and y...
I Remember I remember your arms wound around me tight, and it hurts. I remember your body ever so close to mine, and ache with longing. I remember your scent, and sigh. I remember your eager kisses, and my lips begin to throb. I remember your caressing hands, and yearn for your touch. I remember the evidence of your desire pressed hard against me, and gasp. I remember your loving gaze, and tears we ll in my eyes, for now repulsion is all I see staring back at me, I remember that you loved me once, or so I thought. Then you stopped, and confusion clouds my mind. My heart is broken as I remember, and I mourn. by Quinn Cullen