Anthology of horror fiction, with twisted endings.
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Double Dragon Publishing
Those who have read other books in the Twisted Tails series already know that genre is not the driving force behind them. There is a general theme, sure, but no specific limits to where a story can take off from or a destination to which it should travel. We thrive on surprise and that is what makes the Twisted Tails books unique. Each story ends in the unexpected. Sometimes that’s a little subtle, but most of the time the reader is cautioned to be careful of his/her footing. The authors of these little whiplash generators are masters at providing the required back-wrenching twist, so do be mindful of your step and we bid you welcome.
In this book, Twisted Tails III, we are dredging up fear and wallowing in it as if it were something to be played with, cuddled and fingers lovingly run through its fur like a cherished pet. What we’re doing here is tinkering with terror of the primal kind. You know what I mean, the sort of fright that lies coiled and ready to spring from the dark corners of the mind with no warning. It awaits all, lurking in the deeper shadows of consciousness. No one is immune and, frequently, there is no cure, you just sink into its roiling depths and are no more. If you do manage to escape, life will no longer be what it was before and you will find yourself glancing nervously over your shoulder whenever you hear something strange in the darkness or see a shadow move in the night…or day. Enjoy….
Excerpt from "The Raft"
An explosion slammed us both to the deck. The cabin sole tilted skyward.
Screams and shattering glass filled the darkness, punctuated by smoky flashes of light.
The blast tossed me across the compartment like a bit of driftwood. Screams added to the confusion. A hand clawed at my leg, trying to climb up the sloping surface. I reached down, clasped it and pulled Melanie onto my chest.
She was breathing hard, and bleeding from a gash on her forehead.
“Jamie,” she said. “I must get—”
“No,” I said, hoping that she understood the rest of my unspoken plea. Jamie would never forgive me if I let Melanie get hurt. I pulled her to the door, even as she strained against me, searching the gloom and chaos for her husband. Another body slammed against us.
“Help me get her to the life boat,” I called. Theo grasped Melanie and I followed them out into the storm.
The captain’s deck was nearly underwater. Flames shot up from the cabin.
Melanie still shrieked for Jamie. Theo thrust her to me and lowered a life boat into the
“Get her into the boat,” he said over the storm. “I’m going to get the others.”
Melanie was hysterical now, and blood flowed from her head.
“Get in the boat,” I yelled, but she resisted, still trying to get away from me, to run back inside and find Jamie.
“In the boat.” And, God help me, I pushed her. She fell forever. Her arms flailed, and her mouth opened in a mockery of a scream. Her eyes—well, I will never forget the look in her eyes.