CONTEST RULES

This time we are going to shake things up.

Each month the incredible community of horror readers and writers will vote on the monthly theme.

You! That's right, you get to decide on theme!

How fun is that?

AUGUST'S THEME:

"THE HOUSE WON'T LET ME DIE"

Next, once the theme has been selected, each contestant will submit a horror flash fiction story between 500 to 1000 words.

No more. No less.

  • NO EROTICA
  • NO HATE SPEECH
  • NO SCENES OF RAPE / GRAPHIC TORTURE
  • Only ONE entry per writer / per month.
  • The same writer can win in MULTIPLE MONTHS so please enter every month!
  • I retain the right to exclude any submitted story based on personal preference.

Each month FIVE amazing entries will be selected. Those entries will be collected and published in the upcoming

FLASHES OF DARKNESS: AN ANTHOLOGY OF HORROR FLASH FICTION Vol. 2

The GRANDPRIZE WINNER each month, the story I personally thought was the best of the bunch, will receive a prize pack of SIGNED PAPERBACKS from the very talented and very impressive FEATURED AUTHORS of that particular month.

All entries MUST BE SUBMITTED by following the link and filling out the CONTEST ENTRY FORM.

There is NO FEE however I would kindly ask that you SHARE this link to anyone who you feel might benefit from it!

All entries MUST BE SUBMITTED BEFORE MIDNIGHT (EST) on the last day of the month.

But the fun doesn't stop there! At the end of this month we are going to do something we have never done at the contest before...

At the end of the month you the readers are going to...

VOTE ON THE WINNERS!

That's right! You, dear reader, will decide who gets published!

With great power, comes great responsibility - so choose wisely!

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"NO ONE LEAVES THE BEACH" JUNE 2025

"Siren" by Fáinche Ní Dhuibhne

Siren by Fáinche Ní Dhuibhne   So there we were, the wind stealing the words from our lips before we’d even had the chance to catch them, his hair tangling...

"Siren" by Fáinche Ní Dhuibhne

Siren by Fáinche Ní Dhuibhne   So there we were, the wind stealing the words from our lips before we’d even had the chance to catch them, his hair tangling...

"So Close To Shore" by B.S. Miller

So Close to Shore by B.S. Miller   Ribbons of orange, yellow, and pink streaked the warm late-May sky as the sun started to get low. Salty water lapped against...

"So Close To Shore" by B.S. Miller

So Close to Shore by B.S. Miller   Ribbons of orange, yellow, and pink streaked the warm late-May sky as the sun started to get low. Salty water lapped against...

"The Beach" by Joel Austin

The Beach by Joel Austin   The view is gorgeous, I think to myself. What could be better?  Well, for one thing? Being able to leave. For another, having someone...

"The Beach" by Joel Austin

The Beach by Joel Austin   The view is gorgeous, I think to myself. What could be better?  Well, for one thing? Being able to leave. For another, having someone...

"Distorted" by Eve S. Evans

Distorted  by Eve S. Evans   I toss down my poker chips, my hand trembling slightly, trying to focus. My cheeks flush from the alcohol, but my stomach feels hollow....

"Distorted" by Eve S. Evans

Distorted  by Eve S. Evans   I toss down my poker chips, my hand trembling slightly, trying to focus. My cheeks flush from the alcohol, but my stomach feels hollow....

"We Stay Where..." by Brian J. Smith

We stay where… by Brian J. Smith   “COME on in, Joey,” a sweet female voice said.  Joey flinched, and sat up. He braced his damp blue striped green beach...

"We Stay Where..." by Brian J. Smith

We stay where… by Brian J. Smith   “COME on in, Joey,” a sweet female voice said.  Joey flinched, and sat up. He braced his damp blue striped green beach...

"Sally By The Seashore" by Nykky Roadarmel

Sally by the Seashore by Nykky Roadarmel The waves rolled in then slowly further out as Sally Jones held back tears, avoiding looking at her husband’s face. Sand stuck to...

"Sally By The Seashore" by Nykky Roadarmel

Sally by the Seashore by Nykky Roadarmel The waves rolled in then slowly further out as Sally Jones held back tears, avoiding looking at her husband’s face. Sand stuck to...