Get the entire story posting schedule here! the shortest night by ken mooney “Mark, can’t you just put your phone away for one night? We’re on holidays.” Alan didn’t even look at his brother while asking that question; Alan was too busy looking at the women gathered at the beach, all of them dressed for the night. Alan was getting treated to the views of a bunch of local girls on a similarly boring summer holiday, desperate to make the best of their night. They had taken tonight as an opportunity to wear their favourite clothes, to d[...]
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1 Welcome to day twenty-seven of the Haunted Hotel Writer and Illustrator showcase! You can find a list of all participants here. Come back each day, the entire month of October for a scare! Today's story comes from the residents' bar! “So what’ll it be, sir?” The barman leans towards me with a smile: his blue eyes and his strong jaw remind me of the boyish looks I once had. But then again, everything reminds me of the past in some way. Every. Little. Thing. I shake my head and he raises an eyebrow as if to ask if I’m sure, but he’s already st[...]
