Darker Rainbows – horror micro fiction

A sample from the collection. Not for the timid.

About this title: This is a collection of horror. These nightmares will pierce into the deepest depths of your being, while in the shadows devils will dance and laugh at your pending demise. Will you listen to the Confession Of An Old Boxer or hear the cries of The Weeping Thing? Will you cuddle with The Devil’s Daughters or spend the night in the haunted Two Bedroom Cottage For Rent? Rating: EXTREME controversy.

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Darker Rainbows

Thunderclaps announce their menacing presence and bursts of light flash across the night sky as the morbid raindrops begin to fall. Dark and red, like death and blood, they form a crimson blanket across my windshield, as if they know, somehow know, what lies damp and covered across the backseat of my vehicle.

A body, no less, that of my own brother, a single hand reaching out past the folds of concealing black plastic to cast a guilty reminder every time I glance into the rearview mirror.

Clicking off the car’s interior glare, I turn my attention to the night, and to the unholy rain falling from the vindictive sky. Now thick and clumpy, the fat drops slowly slide down the glass, a gruesome combination of both blood, flesh and bits of bone, a sick broth dropped onto my speeding vehicle, so much that when an eyeball becomes trapped by the arc of the wiper blade, I do not cry out in horror, but rather stare at it with morbid curiosity.

Transfixed by its incriminating gaze, I miss the sharp turn before me, resulting in a mad plummet into the abysses of hell, and the sudden impact of sharp metal and wet rock.

The clamor is quickly swept away by the rushes from the tumultuous sea, and as if to prevent any possible escape from the mangled frame of the car, the very ocean presses my doors shut, while at the same time, floods through the broken windows and seeks to devour me.

I gasp frantically, taking in half a mouthful of salt water. In a final act of defiance, I reach over for the handgun I’d so recently used, and place its business end against my temple.

I find myself suddenly reluctant to end my pained existence, deliberating as my last seconds scream by, until my brother’s clammy arm reaches out from the back seat, and his dead fingers curl around mine. They squeeze on the trigger for me.

This brings a blinding flash across my eyes, followed by a brief explosion of noise that is suffocated by the flood of water spilling inside. Once the sound starts to fade away into memory, I can see that the black clouds have all dispersed, that the awful rain has subsided, and that before me, stand the jagged streaks of the darkest rainbows.

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