Ellen Joyce
Ellen Joyce
@ellenjoyce.bsky.social
She Who Will Not Obey on twitter

horror/thriller storyteller

OSSD 1a

she/her

Free flash fiction: https://ellenjoyceauthor.wordpress.com/
"Why the #segmentation in the throat scales?" Dr. Crews poked at the glistening shards.

The throat scales popped apart. Spores sprayed her face shield.

Dr. Chang said, "Retributive violence after its death?"

Dr. Crews' face shield shattered. Spores swarmed.

#vss365
April 18, 2025 at 11:19 AM
"You are lucky #customer MS-13!"

"Lucky MS-13?"

She shot him in the face.

"Why!" wailed his girlfriend, falling to her knees.

"Because statistically 1 out of every 4 US citizens are racists and bigots. I'm just taking out the trash."

#vss365
April 17, 2025 at 10:52 AM
"Product management is about quality. #Marketing is about profit. Quality never ensures profit. That's why the marketing department has a bigger budget."

"That's why our ugly cars explode, you know."

"Only profit matters if you are a real man."

#vss365
April 16, 2025 at 12:27 PM
They stood rigid in the sun, trapped in a triangle of pointed pistols. Moments ticked by. #Pressure mounted. Vultures circled high above.

The air sizzled, burst into flames, and from them a bald stranger stepped into the desert. He shot them all before they could ask.

#vss365
April 15, 2025 at 10:50 AM
What could be bad about a man with that smile, I thought. But Leo had a #nightmare in his pocket. He was my first. Back then, the infiltration of the Schrawdags was only rumor. Now I have 7 jars with 7 cocks with jagged edges on my shelf. The cops call me Cleaver.

#vss365
April 12, 2025 at 1:14 PM
"Hey girl, are you my #dream?"

Her smile widened till it reached her ears. Her jaw unhinged. Long slick somethings squirmed up her exposed throat and coiled behind her double row of teeth.

"Hey boy." The voice rumbled out of her breastbone. "You're my lunch."

#vss365
April 11, 2025 at 12:45 PM
"Why have you never helped before?" I stood among abandoned cars and the growl of seismic activity.

The alien tilted its head, a stolen gesture. "We're recovering resources. You aren't intelligent #life, never were."

I was alive enough to rip off its bug-eyed head.

#vss365
April 8, 2025 at 3:49 PM
The woman stood over the sniveling CEO. "I don't believe in justice."

Agents Kane and Pitt rounded the corner, guns drawn.

She shot them both in the knee, letting them bleed and bear witness.

She put a bullet through the CEO's skull. "I believe in #death."

#vss365
April 7, 2025 at 2:25 PM
The Rickety Women circled Pap's casket and wailed "Oh #Death." Oak boughs shook. In the rain of leaves came a couple arm in arm. He wore a black Preacher suit. She wore a gauzy white dress. He knelt at Pap's dead head and she at his feet. Their jaws unhinged.

#vss365
April 7, 2025 at 1:21 PM
I see #death moving through the rubble like a flash mob. Too tall, too skinny, dust on their zoot suits. They remind me of the Snow Miser, until one gets in my face. It doesn't have a nose. I blink and it isn't dancing anymore. It's a slab of concrete and it hits me.

#vss365
April 7, 2025 at 1:13 PM
Sister #Time was once a beautiful crystal bridge that linked the Womb Mother with Memaw Death. But then we let in men. They kicked the crystal and smeared shit in the cracks. Men's the reason time hurts so much from start to end.

#vss365
April 5, 2025 at 8:02 PM
"The #distance between your heart and mine is too great."

He tipped her chair back and plunged the knife into her chest. No blood. No screaming. Just her smile.

"Make sure you are the worst monster in the field," she said, snapping the zip ties around her wrists.
April 4, 2025 at 2:13 PM
Reposted by Ellen Joyce
Helsing & Sons is the tailor of choice for fashionable monster hunters. Whether a blazer sewn with silver #thread for full-moon events, bite-proof collars for navigating local nightlife, or iron cufflinks to thwart spells and glamours, Helsing & Sons effortlessly combines style and slaying. #vss365
April 3, 2025 at 8:10 PM
Reposted by Ellen Joyce
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April 1, 2025 at 12:24 PM
Nothing so magnificent as the indignation of a pimp staring at the bloody stump of his left wrist. Nothing so satisfying as licking the blood. I am the Corset that breaks the ribs of the underworld. I am more than the night.

#WeirdMicro
#WeirdMicro For your darksome balladry.

Vacillating between turgid melancholy and righteous tedium, I humor myself.

Prompt words: magnificent indignation

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April 1, 2025 at 12:54 PM
She didn't just inherit intergenerational trauma from her rich grandparents, but also a four-piece vintage Louis Vuitton #luggage set. With a Husqvarna chain saw she stole from the neighbor's shed, she began the end of her life with sweet sugar vengeance.

#vss365
April 1, 2025 at 12:52 PM
She put two sticks of what appeared to be Wrigleys chewing gum on the table. "One leads to #euphoria. One produces phantasmagoria. Your choice?"

He shifted the toothpick in his mouth. "Ain't no difference, and I like it loud. I'll take 'em both."

#vss365
March 31, 2025 at 4:22 PM
"I call it #velveteen. It's so soft." She licked the slice of processed cheese product. "I love the way it squishes between my tongue and soft palette!" She grinned, orange goo stuck to her teeth.

I looked away from her maniacal eyes. "Senator, the vote is in an hour."

#vss365
March 30, 2025 at 11:39 AM
Alexi centered his bulk in front of the outraged ranger. "We do not have a permit. We are simply drilling in the ice."

The ranger's eye widened, in fear this time. Alexi turned to see #gossamer threads, pulsing like veins, climbing like vines up the drill shaft.

#vss365
March 29, 2025 at 12:25 PM
"Once I called her 'my petit #mignonette' with the fake Frenchie accent and the leer, the whole thing, and she shot me in the face. That's why I'm stuck haunting this stupid old hotel."

What came through the static on the spirit box was "save me."

#vss365
March 28, 2025 at 12:53 PM
Insensate and #insatiable, they lurched and crawled chewing up not only human flesh but everything. Asphalt, window glass, car bumpers: everything. Heidi huddled in the attic, covering her ears. But the relentless sound of grinding teeth, she couldn't escape it.

#vss365
March 26, 2025 at 2:24 PM
heir hunger as inscrutable as it was #insatiable, the microorganisms first sucked off wings. Billions of mutilated birds and insects writhed across the earth. They fed on blood, filtering light through their bloated forms. Those left alive ran through a hungry red fog.

#vss365
March 26, 2025 at 2:20 PM
The music lifted from strings under her fingers to ratchet apart his rib cage. The #desire pulsed in his ears, set him shaking. Why couldn't he be a vampire content to ease his needs with anyone's blood? Why did it have to be the blood of someone who created such beauty?

#vss365
March 25, 2025 at 12:56 PM
He needed inspiration - inspiratus - breathed into or he would melt into bones never hearing music again. Inspiratus. He shop vacced the air above a lily field, then gripped the nozzle in his teeth. He switched on reverse. Inspiratus. Such music bursting in his ears.

#vss365
March 24, 2025 at 11:05 AM
The scientists watched as the thing unhinged its jaw, as two thick tongues wrapped around the #radioactive bait.

"Swallow it, motherfucker," whispered one.

It chewed then swallowed it. Unaffected, it turned its 27 eyes on the scientists. The slit pupils narrowed.

#vss365
March 21, 2025 at 1:46 PM