New Year’s Eve short story by Iris Carden There’s a story that traces the vampire heritage back to Judas Iscariot. The story goes that after Judas betrayed Jesus, he attempted suicide, but God wouldn’t give him the mercy of death and turned him into the first vampire. I don’t believe that’s true. I couldn’t imagine…… Continue reading New Year’s Eve
The House Short story by Iris Carden Emily knew there had to be a reason the house was so cheap. When she’d seen the ad, she’d been stunned they were only asking two hundred and fifty thousand. She’d checked online, the estimated value was at least a hundred thousand more. The real estate agent told…… Continue reading The House
The Golden Orb
The Golden Orb Short story by Iris Carden Every generation of the family had a Zelda. She was always single, childless, stonking rich, and mad as a hatter. That’s how the story went. This Zelda couldn’t care either way about the “single, childless” bit of the family story, but she suspected that might change if…… Continue reading The Golden Orb
Remembering Marc Short story by Iris Carden Camping in this spot had been their favourite thing to do as teenagers. That had been until the night Marc disappeared. Weeks of searching had failed to find him. After that Henry and Kirk had found other things to do with their weekends. They were back, ten years…… Continue reading Remembering Marc
The Story Carrier
The Story Carrier Short story by Iris Carden My biggest mistake ever was not listening to my grandmother. She didn’t read, at all. She refused to allow books in her house. I couldn’t understand it. I always loved reading. Right from my first fairytale stories as a little child, I was always reading. I would…… Continue reading The Story Carrier
Blood Short story by Iris Carden It was the third body in three days. All were exsanguinated, all with their throats ripped out, but minimal blood at the scene. I looked at the Head of Security, Stockton. She shook her head. No. They’d found nothing to say who or what was doing it. “If I…… Continue reading Blood
Christmas, Possibly to Come
“I’ve read the book. Three of you are going to visit me and tell me why I should change my ways.” “Nah mate. First you didn’t read the book. You watched that Bill Murray movie Scrooged, and second, you’re a special case.”
Through It All
Yet again, the phone rang. Yet again, she answered. Yet again, all she heard was static. Yet again, she hung up, annoyed.
The Lesson Short story by Iris Carden The principal had determined that lessons would go ahead as normal. Students who needed time out, or who wanted to talk about the incident could go to the school counsellor. It was not to be discussed in class. Elizabeth gasped when she first saw Mary enter the room,…… Continue reading The Lesson
That road always felt strange to me, as if the trees were crowding close, reaching for me, blaming me for all the crimes of humans against their kind. I’ve always felt those trees were after me, as if anything bad that could to me would happen on that road.