Damned Words 10


Thomas Brown

Misery rolled with the dogs in the shadows of Tompkin’s shed.

On August 25th, 1968, Mike Callahan hung himself from a cross-beam in the ceiling. The wood was old and riddled with rot but it held his weight well enough.

On July 13th, 1985, Sarah Paulson was stabbed in the neck while tending to the potted bulbs on the windowsill. She died instantly. The bulbs never sprouted.

1989, fire. 1997, rape.

In 2001, the Tompkins moved in. The shed became a doghouse. Two-year old Muttley howled perpetually. Three coats of paint couldn’t hide the stains seeping through the skirting board.

Inner Sanctum
Jon Olson

Don’t open it! Leave it shut! You must not let them in. I know you’re tired. You spent years building this place; this hideout; this inner sanctum. Yes, although you can’t see them, your victims are in here too. They coax you to open it; to reveal yourself to the real world. It would be so easy, so relieving, to turn the knob and walk out. No more hiding or pretending. But then what? What will you be out there? Condemned. In here, you rule; you are god. That’s right, step back and let’s go find us a new victim.

Home, Never Sweet, Home
Tyr Kieran

Standing in this place again, after all these years, makes my scars tingle. I swear I can still taste the fear, the spilled blood, the unnatural appetites. Just by looking around, you can see that it was a house of torment; that the structure itself acquiesced to the display of wicked sins. And yet, despite the hatred I bear for my family and this past, I’ve always felt the need to return—a subconscious compulsion to revisit and relive. So, I’ve come back and brought with me this nice trembling family to whom I will gladly pass on the tradition.

Mind Palace
Zack Kullis

In prison I walked the only halls I could – those of my mind.  Once luxurious, they now sit in rot and degradation.  Twenty years ago this palace was filled with vivid splendor.  But memory without input is like a sail without wind – damned to stagnation.

I created this entire place, with the exception of a troublesome door in the darkest recess.  No longer able to resist, I open it.  A loathsome horde escapes and fills me with their cries of lunacy.  The open door shows my cell, its inhabitant raving.  My hoarse cackle echos that of the imprisoned maniac.

Magenta Nero

The force shredded the meat from her bones, flesh flaying like curls of thin paper. She felt herself as a trembling skeleton, the frame that once held her image, her story. Then that too disintegrated in the searing heat. You need to be on the brink to make a choice like that, to challenge the very fabric of the universe, to bend time to your will. The portal opens, a swirling whirlpool of unstable energy, threatening to fold in on itself and disappear. Time at her fingertips and no time to hesitate. She approached the blinding light, she stepped through.

Shadow World
Blaze McRob

One lousy layer of wood is all that separates me from what waits on the other side. Yet, I have fared better than the rest of the town. I am still alive.

I tried warning them, but they laughed at me the way they always did. When they came, it was too late. I should have just fucking gone and not worried about them. I did try. The fault is theirs.

I walk to the door, open it, and embrace the Dark. They are out there, shadows begetting shadows. No more waiting. I am ready.

I am one of them…

Leslie Moon

Dusty are those memories: HORSE, the gas scooter we built, the telegraph system…

What is it that two tom-boys saw in that old shack? We imagined a spark could give us a glimpse into history. You held the wire while I hosed the area. You vanished with the last of the sparks; I kept the ashes.

Every year, I go back to find me and see you. I get one question – you always evade the Edison one. This year something is different instead of you answering a question about another century you’re holding a sparking wire and that same dripping hose.

Nina D’Arcangela

Cowering in the corner, I muffle the ceaseless pounding upon my psyche with useless hands that cover my ears. The thunderous clamor from the other side continues night into day, day into night. I watch the walls quiver with each new assault upon my senses; the crack in the floor creeps closer and closer with each quake of the jam. Cold and alone, this huddling in dank misery seems endless. I crawl forward; the battering stills in pregnant pause. I reach for the key in the old lock; listen to its bare click as it disengages. The door swings open…

Craig McGray

The world is different now, so fucking different. At first, things seemed random; pockets of disease spreading slightly before being contained, angry mobs destroying their own communities, financial crises. We were too arrogant to see the bigger picture, a picture that didn’t include more than two-thirds of the planet’s population. And now, I’m the one-third of my family still alive. I know what atrocities wait beyond that door because I’ve survived the horrors on this side of that same door. I step over the severed heads and gnashing jaws of my wife and son as I reach for the handle.

Joseph A. Pinto

The chandelier hung here once; your eyes caught in its crystal, cast into a thousand shards, yet I could not see who you were. It is gone now. So are the tools that spurred us, tore all down. I have kept to my menial task of rebuilding; oh, the drudgery of my clumsy fingers through dust clotted hours of toil. Our palace razed, I recall the promise you once glimpsed through these slatted boards. I hold fast to that vision. Our walls crumbled; this foundation strong. You are part of it now. Each pass of my trowel layers your smile.

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About TheDamned

A clandestine collection of the most eclectic minds of horror. These anguished souls have stripped free their pretenses for your grotesque delight. The Pen of the Damned tread where you dare walk not. Breathe what you dare dream not. Share what you dare speak not.

28 responses to “Damned Words 10”

  1. Nina D'Arcangela says :

    Another very diverse collection of drabbles, each as unique as its individual writer. I love doing the flash posts – I’m giving us a well deserved ata’boy for this one!! 😉


  2. Craig McGray says :

    Yet another great post by the collective Damned!


  3. Thomas Brown says :

    Oh, Damned – this is my favourite collection of responses yet! Each of them is so evocative and personal. We could tell a dozen stories or more from the few hundred words shared here. Some favourite lines:

    “In prison I walked the only halls I could – those of my mind. Once luxurious, they now sit in rot and degradation…”

    “She felt herself as a trembling skeleton, the frame that once held her image, her story. Then that too disintegrated in the searing heat…”

    “We imagined a spark could give us a glimpse into history. You held the wire while I hosed the area. You vanished with the last of the sparks; I kept the ashes … Every year, I go back to find me and see you.”


  4. Thomas Brown says :

    Reblogged this on THOMAS BROWN and commented:
    This is my favourite collection of responses yet! Each of them is so evocative and personal. We could tell a dozen stories or more from the few hundred words shared here.


  5. moondustwriter says :

    Our titles could tell a story:
    Misery clicks into my inner sanctum where my mind palace is part “Home never sweet home” and one third shadow world; we might as well Zap the other third.
    Damned Ones you never fail the quest to inspire the test or was that test the inspiration?


  6. jonolsonauthor says :

    Reblogged this on Jon Olson and commented:
    DAMNED WORDS 10 by the Pen of the Damned


  7. jonolsonauthor says :

    I look forward to these every time and this batch of Damned Words does not disappoint! Great job guys!


  8. zkullis says :

    Reblogged this on Flashbangs and Fiction and commented:
    Damned Words 10, the most recent flash fiction piece by some very talented Damned people!


  9. Joseph Pinto says :

    Every piece in this collection is absolutely sublime, and yet not a single individual thought or idea has been intersected – truly unique and original! You guys rock!! 🙂


  10. zkullis says :

    Hell yes what a gnarly bunch of posts! As usual, the varying insights and creative twists and angles make this a very enjoyable read!! \m/


  11. Nina D'Arcangela says :

    For anyone who is not a member of The Damned, maybe we should offer an explanation as to why we all seem so excited to read our own collective work… Other than the author of the piece, and the editor, none of the other members are given the opportunity to read the new post until it goes live each week. So it’s as new to us as it is to you! 😉


  12. blazemcrob says :

    I love the eclectic tales of the Damned foisted upon our readers, directing them to parts of our minds that contain only the evil, more sordid parts of our souls.

    Though all of our stories differ with the tales they tell, I am amazed at the number of our enclave allowing the more haunting areas of their stories being directed to what lies beyond and not within. Surprise, surprise! 😀



  13. Tyr Kieran says :

    Beautiful tales of torment and woe! Never does this collaboration disappoint! Fantastic stories each, and yet, as always, amazing as a collective work. Excellent writing everyone!


  14. Magenta Nero says :

    I concur with all above! A great collection, I love the many different voices evoked. The group flash post always showcases the diversity of talent within the Damned.


  15. Craig McGray says :

    Reblogged this on From Bright Minds Come Dark Things and commented:
    Damned Words 10 is a collective posting from all members of Pen of the Damned.


  16. christopherliccardi says :

    Reblogged this on C.A.Liccardi Author and commented:
    REBLOGGED – Damned Words 10 Flash Fiction from the Damned!


  17. Nina D'Arcangela says :

    Reblogged this on The Road to Nowhere… and commented:

    Damned Words 10 – a collection of ten drabbles by the members of Pen of the Damned…


  18. Hunter Shea says :

    I’m a damned idiot for missing the dealine on this one! Like I’ve said many times before, this exercise brings out the best in everyone. Fantastic job!


  19. weshootcrime says :

    nice combination of short horror!


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