Halloween wouldn’t be the same without a spooky gal stopping by my blog. Here, short story author, Heather Ingemar, shares with us where she gets her creepy ideas and a short, spooky story:
My ideas come from all sorts of things. The mid-afternoon glow of sunlight on a window, or a few lines of conversation heard in the grocery store… It all has the potential to be a jumping off point for virtually anything, including the macabre, the fantastical, the mysterious. You just have to look for it, play with the details.
The following story started with the knife. I saw it in an import shop, and it looked so out of the ordinary compared to the rest of the fare, that I fancied it could be enchanted. It took a little while of letting it all stew before I had my story. When I had my story, I wondered if I could tell it short, shorter than a flash fiction piece…
It became “Knives,” a story in under 100 words.
Enjoy the tale, and thank you for following my ‘Spooky Times’ blog tour. Have a spooky Halloween!
~Heather S. Ingemar
The morning I woke with a dagger protruding from my chest, I knew I’d taken the wrong girl to bed. Unfortunately, I’m a sucker for blondes.
Sighing, I tugged at the knife. It scraped bone before sliding free, bloodless. I rubbed the puckered slit as I turned the delicate thing in my hands. Engraved vines curled around the grip.
The phone rang, and it was her.
“Thanks for the knife in my ribs,” I said, caustic.
“That’s what you get for being dead.”
As she said it, I felt my body begin to crumble, all to ash.
Damned enchanted knives.