Coffin Hop 2013: Day 1

One Photograph, Two Points of View: Comparative Flash Fiction

Deep Sea Viperfish {Chauliodus sloani} with chromatophores and bioluminescence, Atlantic ocean

Stalemate by Julianne Snow

As I stared at it, I saw the mirror reflection of Earth in its eye. I was probably fooling myself, but as I was hard pressed to move from my spot, all I could do was gaze into the bulbous vacuum it radiated. I knew it was in there; it hadn’t moved from its spot since it first noticed me but trust me, it had the upper hand if a fight ensued.

Massive. That’s the only word to accurately describe what faced me sideways, its eye flinching ever so slightly as it sized me up. I was going to end up a snack, of that I was sure. I couldn’t outrun this thing, especially not underwater. Instead I was going to die and it was going to eat me. Hell, I haven’t even been able to get a good look at its teeth yet. I could see them in my periphery, but there was no way I was going to look away from that eye. It was almost as if I was in a trance and by not moving, I had entranced it in return. I was willing to grasp at any straw at this point.

Stalemate. With neither of us moving, we were going nowhere. I knew I was running out of oxygen, but I had no actual recollection of the time I’d spent transfixed.  Even as I prayed, I knew it was not going to end well. I could feel its triumph through the cold and murky depths. It was going to devour me and I could feel how much it would enjoy it. Was that the flicker of a shadow behind me? I turned slowly, as if the sluggish speed would save me from my fate, only to come face to face with another gigantic cerulean eye.

All Rights Reserved © 2013 Julianne Snow


Slivers by Nina D’Arcangela

Slivers, that’s all I ever saw – peering through the crack of a door that didn’t seat in its jam; between window and sash where the slightest breeze blew; below floorboards that had shrunken, leaving the barest opening. Slivers of it as it watched and waited. For what, I dared not imagine in my waking hours, though I’d suspect it was for my guard to falter.

Closeting myself in a fully sealed room with no chinks each night, I allowed myself sleep when it would come. My dreams invaded by visions of that godless eye. It stared at me relentlessly, the light absorbed by its depthless void; a lie of beauty hidden among the allure of its iridescent skin. But I knew far better than to be fooled by its camouflage. Looking into that eye, I could see what it promised – it promised pain, it promised torture, it promised an end that would not come swiftly or easily. Worse yet than the uncaring, unfeeling eye were the rows of endless teeth. They glistened and dripped saliva. Translucent and viciously pointed; some jutted straight upward to pierce and stab, others curved backward toward its bulbous throat, insuring that once it had snagged its prey, there would be no escape. Teeth designed for ripping, tearing, rending chunks of flesh from bone to be swallowed whole. A gruesome death awaited any that it caught. I did not wish to die that way.

Perhaps worst of all were the moments sleep did not come in my tiny sanctuary. I’d crouch listening as it scratched at the walls, the floor, the ceiling above me. It knew where I hid; it was only a matter of time before it breached my woeful defenses. This we both knew, but still the want to live another day…

All Rights Reserved © 2013 Nina D’Arcangela


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19 comments on “Coffin Hop 2013: Day 1

  1. Both entries from Julie & Nina were very, very good! But dammit, can you please give away that fish?? I can only imagine such a lovely creature swimming about in my tub lol

  2. Great stuff. I like both. Cant wait for the rest of the stories!

  3. A delightful pair of creepy stories guaranteed to give you shivers.

  4. Thank you for joining the Coffin Hop promo! I love the chance to discover authors and books!

  5. I agree with Joseph, I want the fish to go along with the reading material.

  6. You can have the picture – that’s the best we can do! Thank you for you comments and compliments Joe 🙂

  7. Thank you Juan! We appreciate you stopping by to read and for commenting 🙂

  8. Thank you A. F. for stopping by! And we’re glad to have given you shivers!

  9. Thank you for stopping by to read Lori 🙂

  10. If you’d seen the whole fist, you wouldn’t be asking for it! Thanks for stopping by Brent 🙂

  11. Great flash…I enjoyed both pieces. That picture is going to stay with me for a looooooong time yet. Thanks for all three!

    Cheers, Ash

  12. I’ll mail you the fish when you mail me a Squatch! lol Thanks, Joe! It’s a great feature in the eZine – or I should say, we think it is. 😉

  13. Thanks, Juan! I hope you’ve been coming back each day for more! 🙂

  14. Thank you AF! (minor confession: this one tortured me) I tried like all hell not to write about the eyeball; clearly I did not succeed! lol – its infectious, that eyeball!

  15. Do you have a Squatch too? I have room in the yard for more than one. 🙂

  16. Hi Ash! Very glad to hear you enjoyed the pieces. And the fish, he’s gorgeously hideous!! Thanks for stopping by and reading! 🙂

  17. Hi Lori! Thanks for stopping by one of our Coffin Hop blogs and sharing a little spirit-of-the-season bliss. I hope you’re liking what you find from Sirens Call Publications, and our members/authors. 🙂

  18. Ummm, I think I’m gona need to FedEx it 😉

  19. Go Brown, I hear the rates for thrashing boxes are cheaper! ;}

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