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@eharney.bsky.social
I am a blogger of short stories and a self-published author. I am tattooed and love country music. I am a pure ray of sunshine but my work comes out in horror. 🖤 I am a conundrum of sorts!
www.shorttalestallstories.com
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Her skin was soft under his #touch. Her hair smelled of lavender. He watched as the rise and fall of her chest slowed and she stopped struggling against his hands wrapped tightly around her throat. He smiled and pressed his lips to hers, cold and purple as her final breath escaped her lungs. #vss365
February 11, 2026 at 1:03 PM
Her skin was soft under his #touch. Her hair smelled of lavender. He watched as the rise and fall of her chest slowed and she stopped struggling against his hands wrapped tightly around her throat. He smiled and pressed his lips to hers, cold and purple as her final breath escaped her lungs. #vss365
A single tear slid down her cheek. The #ache she felt in her chest was too heavy to bear. Her breath came shallow and labored. She started to shake as her ribs cracked one by one. The sound was deafening. Her sternum split down the middle. He held her pumping heart in his hands with a smile. #vss365
February 10, 2026 at 1:00 PM
A single tear slid down her cheek. The #ache she felt in her chest was too heavy to bear. Her breath came shallow and labored. She started to shake as her ribs cracked one by one. The sound was deafening. Her sternum split down the middle. He held her pumping heart in his hands with a smile. #vss365
A whisper. His #bones shattered under his skin sending slivers through him as he crumpled to the floor. He writhed in agony. Blood poured from his eyes. He tried to reach for her but his muscles had liquified. She nailed his still alive body to the wall, next to the others in her collection. #vss365
February 9, 2026 at 1:39 PM
A whisper. His #bones shattered under his skin sending slivers through him as he crumpled to the floor. He writhed in agony. Blood poured from his eyes. He tried to reach for her but his muscles had liquified. She nailed his still alive body to the wall, next to the others in her collection. #vss365
The house moaned and the stairs creaked under her footfalls. She stepped to the landing and her face fell #pale. Standing in front of her was the lady in white. She froze in place. They’d sent her into the decrepit house as a joke. Outside, they ran at the sound of her blood curdling scream. #vss365
February 8, 2026 at 10:07 PM
The house moaned and the stairs creaked under her footfalls. She stepped to the landing and her face fell #pale. Standing in front of her was the lady in white. She froze in place. They’d sent her into the decrepit house as a joke. Outside, they ran at the sound of her blood curdling scream. #vss365
I wiped my palm across my brow, mixing his #blood with my sweat. He stared at me, unable to speak. I held his tongue between my fingers high with a shake. He quivered as it dropped to the floor with a soft thud. His eyes filled with terror as I aimed the knife directly at them with a smile. #vss365
February 7, 2026 at 4:27 PM
Brown water dripped from the decrepit ceiling. The air smelled of rot and sweat. The chains wrapped to her wrist rattled against the pipe as she stirred. The gaping #wound had become infected and was leaking something yellow. She knew it wasn’t long now. He’d been digging the hole for weeks. #vss365
February 6, 2026 at 12:45 PM
Brown water dripped from the decrepit ceiling. The air smelled of rot and sweat. The chains wrapped to her wrist rattled against the pipe as she stirred. The gaping #wound had become infected and was leaking something yellow. She knew it wasn’t long now. He’d been digging the hole for weeks. #vss365
The sky was pitch dark and star mapped. A #lambent glow flickered in the distance. The barn, long deserted cracked and popped as flames licked the night air. She watched embers smoldered around her. As the heat grew stronger, she knew they’d never find all of them buried under the ashen hay. #vss365
February 5, 2026 at 12:53 PM
The sky was pitch dark and star mapped. A #lambent glow flickered in the distance. The barn, long deserted cracked and popped as flames licked the night air. She watched embers smoldered around her. As the heat grew stronger, she knew they’d never find all of them buried under the ashen hay. #vss365
They roamed the halls as she slept, moaning in agony. Each #ghost had a gruesome story. One of them missing half its face, jagged edges of skin hanging on bone. Another missing limbs chopped off by axe. Each of them angry and screaming at what she’d done to them in her damp, rotten basement. #vss365
February 4, 2026 at 1:00 PM
They roamed the halls as she slept, moaning in agony. Each #ghost had a gruesome story. One of them missing half its face, jagged edges of skin hanging on bone. Another missing limbs chopped off by axe. Each of them angry and screaming at what she’d done to them in her damp, rotten basement. #vss365
He sliced the blade along the length of his skin, watching as the wound opened and fresh blood poured down his arm. He loved the way the #pain made him feel. He wanted them to feel the same. So each time, he moved slowly as he slide the metal across their throats, reveling in their screams. #vss365
February 3, 2026 at 12:52 PM
She quivered under the cold metal of my scalpel. She screamed as the blade sliced through her skin. The scent of her blood filled the damp air. Her body trembled violently and I watched as her #soul slipped from her body. Her eyes, once filled with terror faded to dull. It was pure delight. #vss365
February 2, 2026 at 12:51 PM
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Rest in peace, go in power, Alex Pretti.
We will carry on the fight.
--Street art by Topsy.
We will carry on the fight.
--Street art by Topsy.
January 27, 2026 at 1:04 PM
Rest in peace, go in power, Alex Pretti.
We will carry on the fight.
--Street art by Topsy.
We will carry on the fight.
--Street art by Topsy.
He ran his filthy finger along her jawline. She shivered under his touch. He winked and headed for the bathroom. She glanced around and #slipped powder into his drink. The bartender looked the other way after handing her a straw. He drank his whiskey and pulled her towards the door. #vss365
January 24, 2026 at 2:26 PM
I smiled as his limbs strained to #bend the wrong direction. His elbows sprung forward and the bones pierced through skin. His knees buckled inward. His body crumpled to the floor. He writhed as each of his fingers shrunk in on themselves. He tried to speak and his teeth fell from his mouth. #vss365
January 22, 2026 at 2:38 AM
I smiled as his limbs strained to #bend the wrong direction. His elbows sprung forward and the bones pierced through skin. His knees buckled inward. His body crumpled to the floor. He writhed as each of his fingers shrunk in on themselves. He tried to speak and his teeth fell from his mouth. #vss365
It was was early fall. The air filled with the scent of jasmine and the sound of sizzling meat. He had perfected the art of grilling, knowing exactly how to #sear the flesh just right. Her gentle perfume lingered, mingling with the metallic smell of her fresh blood dripping on the floor. #vss365
January 16, 2026 at 1:05 PM
She wiped a tear from his cheek. He searched her eyes, hoping to find something #heartfelt. He found only darkness and rage. Terror set in, and he went back to howling. The gag in his mouth was sour, soaked with his sweat. His body shook as she plunged the knife deep into his fleshy stomach. #vss365
January 15, 2026 at 1:08 PM
She wiped a tear from his cheek. He searched her eyes, hoping to find something #heartfelt. He found only darkness and rage. Terror set in, and he went back to howling. The gag in his mouth was sour, soaked with his sweat. His body shook as she plunged the knife deep into his fleshy stomach. #vss365
I watched as her body went #wonky. Her bones snapped. Her elbows shifted forward and her kneecaps popped backwards. She tried to scream and her jaw unhinged, dangling in her mouth. She reached for me, and her fingers shattered one at a time. Her spine broke in two and she fell to the floor. #vss365
January 14, 2026 at 1:04 PM
Nobody noticed the severed head dripping blood on the #stoop. They all rushed past hurriedly, not bothering to look up from their phones. A man in a Versace suit slipped in the puddle of slick liquid and cracked his skull on the cement. Still, the passersby simply stepped over his dead body. #vss365
January 14, 2026 at 3:59 AM
Nobody noticed the severed head dripping blood on the #stoop. They all rushed past hurriedly, not bothering to look up from their phones. A man in a Versace suit slipped in the puddle of slick liquid and cracked his skull on the cement. Still, the passersby simply stepped over his dead body. #vss365
The box was placed on the table. The decrepit smell of rot and decay filled the office as they cut the tape. A note attached read “Special #delivery for Officer Reynolds”. She entered the room, a handkerchief covering her mouth and nose. Inside sat the bloodied, mutilated head of her mother. #vss365
January 9, 2026 at 1:09 PM
The box was placed on the table. The decrepit smell of rot and decay filled the office as they cut the tape. A note attached read “Special #delivery for Officer Reynolds”. She entered the room, a handkerchief covering her mouth and nose. Inside sat the bloodied, mutilated head of her mother. #vss365
His house was a beautiful Victorian. It had a wrap around porch and a turret. It sat off the gravel road half a mile. The inside was full of ornate wood and arched doorways. He would #adorn the mantel with his trophies. The ear of his first. The ring finger of another. The eye of his last. #vss365
January 8, 2026 at 1:01 PM
It started slowly. He tugged and pulled. The air filled with smoke and the scent of gasoline. He smiled, giddy, as it roared to life. The #symphony of the chain sliding along tbe blade accompanied with the grinding and crunching of bones blended with her violent screams. It was pure joy. #vss365
January 7, 2026 at 1:04 PM
The house was dark. I thought it strange, but continued on. As I got closer, the house shifted as if holding its breath in anticipation. I was #spooked and as my foot hit the porch, the door flung open. The air filled with the smell of rot. A slimy hand grabbed my ankle and yanked me inside. #vss365
January 6, 2026 at 1:01 PM
The house was dark. I thought it strange, but continued on. As I got closer, the house shifted as if holding its breath in anticipation. I was #spooked and as my foot hit the porch, the door flung open. The air filled with the smell of rot. A slimy hand grabbed my ankle and yanked me inside. #vss365
He was know as the #oddball of the neighborhood. Quirky. Different. None of them knew how different until the neighborhood starting smelling of rot and decay. Neighbors complained and eventually called the police. They were notified that two streets over, every single person had disappeared. #vss365
January 5, 2026 at 12:55 PM
He was know as the #oddball of the neighborhood. Quirky. Different. None of them knew how different until the neighborhood starting smelling of rot and decay. Neighbors complained and eventually called the police. They were notified that two streets over, every single person had disappeared. #vss365
He was covered in dirt and smelled ripe and sour. He was rambling on unintelligibly. He tapped the man on the shoulder. The man turned sharply and yelled to stop with the #balderdash. He turned back to the woman in the red dress. In an instant, the dirty man slit his throat from ear to ear. #vss365
January 3, 2026 at 1:55 PM
He was covered in dirt and smelled ripe and sour. He was rambling on unintelligibly. He tapped the man on the shoulder. The man turned sharply and yelled to stop with the #balderdash. He turned back to the woman in the red dress. In an instant, the dirty man slit his throat from ear to ear. #vss365
Her paintings were full of #abstraction. The art was thick and visceral, hanging on the canvas. When asked where she found inspiration, she was vague. She never mentioned the pile of rotting flesh in her basement she used to create the thousand dollar works of art people hung in their homes. #vss365
January 2, 2026 at 1:04 PM
Her paintings were full of #abstraction. The art was thick and visceral, hanging on the canvas. When asked where she found inspiration, she was vague. She never mentioned the pile of rotting flesh in her basement she used to create the thousand dollar works of art people hung in their homes. #vss365
Sitting on the porch, she finds #delight in the dewy morning, watching the mist rise from the fields as the sun awakens. The soft lull of music wafts out the screen door. Nobody would ever expect to find the pile of decaying bodies buried beneath the wildflowers dancing in the spring breeze. #vss365
January 1, 2026 at 10:58 PM
Sitting on the porch, she finds #delight in the dewy morning, watching the mist rise from the fields as the sun awakens. The soft lull of music wafts out the screen door. Nobody would ever expect to find the pile of decaying bodies buried beneath the wildflowers dancing in the spring breeze. #vss365