FLASHFEAR.COM

 Flash fiction and short stories written and collaborated by Kieran W. 

Dark and chilling tales of the macabre told in a short and punchy manner. The fears are flash but the horror is lingering. 

The stories contained here are an anthology of horror stories generally told in 500-2000 words. 

Should you wish to be included then please contact the author. 

Full credit goes to the works of Roald Dahl and Alfred Hitchcock.... Naturally... 


All posts are written by myself unless quoted or sourced otherwise. Kieran - Author (c) Copyright 2020



For more stories and articles please visit www.talentedpublishing.com 


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