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#FridayFlash – The Visitor

January 24, 2014 by Icy Sedgwick 9 Comments

Soft white flakes float from the clear sky. They settle across cracked roofs, in blocked gutters, and between the cobblestones in the narrow lane. The door to the parish church stands ajar, and carols drift out into the cold night air. Only devoted worshippers venture abroad as most souls seek the refuge of the family […]

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Free Fiction Read – Footsteps

January 10, 2014 by Icy Sedgwick 13 Comments

If you heard footsteps in your house late at night, what would you do? Click here to find out what happens in this free short story...

I’m reading in bed when I hear footsteps on the stairs. I freeze, book in hand, listening hard. I hope it’s just the house settling, floorboards getting used to the night time air. But no, I hear them again. Footsteps. Only I’m the only one home. I wriggle further under the covers, as though a […]

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#FridayFlash – Allergy

January 3, 2014 by Icy Sedgwick 13 Comments

By Jan van Grevenbroeck (1731-1807) The clock in the square struck one. Karea cursed under her breath; she hated being late. She stood on her toes to peer above the heads of the crowd. They jostled and shoved outside the cathedral. Some brandished placards, while others waved banners in a righteous frenzy. “The dead have […]

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#FridayFlash – Stage Fright

December 27, 2013 by Icy Sedgwick 9 Comments

A hand shoves the small of my back and I stumble forwards. The boards feel rough beneath my bare feet. I look down at the stage lights. Flames once blazed in those fittings; now it’s just energy-efficient bulbs. A single spotlight snaps on, drowning out their weak glow. I shield my eyes against the glare, […]

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#FridayFlash – Meeting Oneself

December 20, 2013 by Icy Sedgwick 11 Comments

This story has been taken down as it is now out for submission!

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#FridayFlash – Re-possessed

December 13, 2013 by Icy Sedgwick 11 Comments

Photo originally by ColinBroug. Happy Friday the 13th!

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Icy is a folklore blogger and host of the Fabulous Folklore podcast. She is based in the north east of England, where she was born and raised amid the folk tales and legends of Tyneside and Northumberland. Icy is fascinated by history, cinema, art, and the occult, and griffins will always be her favourite mythical beast. She also writes dark fantasy novellas, Gothic short stories and the occasional weird Western, and she holds a PhD in Film Studies!

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