"I
can’t say enough about this book, such a brilliant concept with no two stories
alike. Timeless enjoyment to be reread over and over, I LOVE this book!"
"K.Z.
Morano’s 100 Nightmares is not to be missed!"
"If you are a fan of horror stories, you will loooove this book of
tiny tales."
100
Nightmares consists of 100 stories, each written in exactly 100 words, with over
50 illustrations. Inside, you’ll find monsters – both imagined and real. There
are vengeful specters, characters with impaired psyches, dark fairy tales and
stories and illustrations inspired by bizarre creatures of Japanese folklore.
Check
out a few of these short stories…
Deep:
From
his dwelling in the deep, a voice spoke to me.
The
Old Ones shall rise again, regurgitated by the sea.
The
moon will rise, pregnant with monstrous light.
And
on her starless sheet of black, spawn creatures of the night.
And
you and I and all of humanity shall be the bricks from which a new era will be
built…
Our
corrupted flesh and bones piled on top of each other to make monoliths that
could impale the sky.
Call me mad. But in my place between death and drugged dreaming, I have
seen them… cities built by Fish-men.
Quilt:
I’ve
always admired grandma’s needlework skills, so evident in her quilt.
The
fluffy filler of flesh… the precise pleats of skin origami from carefully cut
squares of grandpa’s body.
Lazy
daisies grew on his garden bed of meat. Rainbow thread sprouted from his pores
as the needle burrows then resurfaces like silver worm.
She
died peacefully beneath the warmth of that quilt.
I
slipped in beside her, sharing grandpa’s embrace, wishing for a love like
theirs.
Suddenly,
I understood the profound inward emptiness that grandma must have felt and
realized that I needed to make a quilt of my own.
Mommy
Makes Dinner:
Katie
came home from school, the delicious aroma from the kitchen greeting her.
“Mom?”
An eerie voice reverberated through the hallway.
Her
mother was singing some strange, fragmented lullaby…
The
door creaked open.
“Shhh…”
Katie’s mother warned. “You’ll wake the baby.”
Part
of the blanket fell away to reveal raw turkey cradled in her mother’s arms.
She
held it to her breast, lovingly patting its wet pimpled flesh.
“W-Where’s
the baby?” Katie quavered.
Her
mother’s face split into a demented grin. “Dinner will be ready soon.”
Slowly,
numbly, Katie walked towards the kitchen.
Something hissed and sputtered in the oven.
A
Greener Earth:
The
moss spread between her thighs like a strange infection.
She
lay in the greenhouse where she had been embraced by the gargantuan flower a
fortnight ago… its stamen bulging, throbbing in a monstrous erection, filling
her tormented womb with the seed that will refurbish the earth.
She
cried in transcendent pleasure and pain as rank weeds and serpentine vines
sprouted from her flesh, creating new orifices.
The
hell-born vegetation crept towards the panoramas of filth to feed.
They
painted the world anew… their mother, along with everyone else, soon diminished
into vibrant smears of red across a verdant sea.
The
Collector:
The
pregnant woman viewed the dolls on the shelf.
Boys
and girls resplendent in their different ethnic costumes… each masterfully
crafted piece her treasure and her torment.
They
sat in the dimness, haunting her with their glassy stare and the malevolent
twinkling of their button eyes.
Sometimes,
the bedroom seemed to fill with their phantasmal screams.
Once,
she knew each and every one of them… understood the flutter of their tiny
hearts better than her own pulse.
Not
too long ago, they were housed inside her womb.
A few months later, a new doll joined her siblings on the shelf.
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