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A Little Girl in My Room & Other Stories
A Little Girl in My Room & Other Stories
A Little Girl in My Room & Other Stories
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A Little Girl in My Room & Other Stories

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A flash fiction collection. Twelve dark fiction stories. R Rated for sensitive themes.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMar 4, 2010
ISBN9781452306278
A Little Girl in My Room & Other Stories
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Claire Farrell

Claire Farrell is an Irish author who spends her days separating warring toddlers. When all five children are in bed, she overdoses on caffeine in the hope she can stay awake long enough to write some more dark flash fiction, y/a paranormal romance and urban fantasy.

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    Well done short stories that had me at sentence one, and were creepy. I look for more from this author.
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    A few good stories, and a few not so good. It was ok

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A Little Girl in My Room & Other Stories - Claire Farrell

A Little Girl In My Room

& Other Stories

By Claire Farrell

The following collection of short stories covers a range of genres but contains themes aimed at an older audience.

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © Claire Farrell 2010

Claire_farrell@live.ie

Book cover image provided by Gennady Muradin @ Dreamstime.com

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Contents

Skeleton in the Closet

A Friend

Childlike Bride

Frozen

Frozen in Reverse

Ready Or Not

Peace

Deals

Justice

A Great Day

Forever Young

A Little Girl In My Room

Skeleton in the Closet

There is a skeleton in my closet. It’s been there a long time. But I hear it crying still. Long after the smell went away.

They didn’t know the blood stopped showing. They didn’t know my belly grew so big. They didn’t know water fell out of me when the pains came. They didn’t know a slippery sliding mess fell to the floor when I knelt down.

They didn’t hear the pink thing cry and scream like it was outraged. It was angry because my Daddy was its Daddy too. Daddy knew. So Daddy went away and left me alone to grow big and hurt and leak because I was a bad girl.

It looked at me with Daddy’s eyes. Bad eyes. If I let it grow, it would do what Daddy liked to do.

I didn’t like it. It was bad. It was ugly. It didn’t hush up. I hid in the corner but it wouldn’t stop.

It wanted to hurt me.

So I hurt it first.

A brick.

A choking, snuffling noise.

Then peace.

Silence.

I was tired. I slept. I woke when the crying started again. I crawled to it but it didn’t move. The crying didn’t stop. I poked it. It was cold. The crying didn’t stop. I threw it in the closet in case Daddy came back and heard it.

The bloods came back. Daddy never did. The smell kept him away. And the crying. It never stops. Never ever. Never ever.

It makes me pull out my hair. It’s white now in my hands. People come to give me food and wash me. They never speak about the crying.

There is a skeleton in my closet. I hear it crying still.

A Friend

I sigh when I see them through the window. A group of young, giggling children stand outside, pushing each other forward. Dusk approaches. The sunset dashes the sky with sheer shades of pink and orange. A dying sun leaks onto the overgrown lawn. But the house doesn’t change. It’s always dark. The House of Horrors, they call it, they all do, I hear them. But they have no idea. They don’t remember how it got its name.

Children dare each other to knock at the door, throw stones at the window and think it’s all a great laugh. But they don’t know the truth.

Every year on Halloween, it gets worse. There’s always one. Braver than the rest. Sometimes a little kid

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