Hyacinth Grey. Indie Author. I write fiction.

Tag: lockdown

  • Lockdown – Part 10 – Horror Fiction

    This is a work of fiction. I look more closely and see that their window is covered with something black. Then I see some yellow. I stare at it. The yellow smiley faces where Victoria’s eyes should be. My heart leaps. She’s staring out at me. Nothing moves. The rubber mask is too flat. There…

  • Lockdown – Part 9 – Horror Fiction

    This is a work of fiction. Once I’ve put the formula into the food bank bin, my purchases are much more manageable.I find myself not wanting to go home, thinking I should stay away until Victoria has come and gone. But no, I should go home and give Mom and Dad the cinnamon buns. But…

  • Lockdown – Part 8 – Horror Fiction

    This is a work of fiction. The next morning, I check my e-mail. Rachel has sent a payment. It’s half of what I’ve asked for. She’s also included a note. Thanks again for agreeing to illustrate my book. Here’s the first half of the payment. I know I’ve already said this, but your work is…

  • Lockdown – Part 7 – Horror Fiction

    This is a work of fiction. The next morning, I go into the kitchen to make breakfast, and see the plate of food for Mom still on the table. With a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach, I throw it out, put the plate in the sink to wash later, and take out…

  • Free Fiction – Lockdown – a story of love and courage

    Billy is nineteen, afraid of the dark, and trying to finish his first year of college. His adoptive mom has just had a baby, and Dad can think only of his new child. Lockdown, a horror story, is the tale of a young man who must keep his family together, or is that… alive. Posted…

  • Lockdown – Part 4 – Horror Fiction

    This is a work of fiction. Great big tears start to roll down Dad’s cheeks and fall onto the table. I should probably say something to him, but what? He looks so totally miserable, and I want to comfort him, but how? It probably has something to do with Mona, and I know less about…

  • Lockdown – Part 2 – Horror Fiction

    This is a work of fiction. “Dad, we’re—” He looks at his watch and says, “Oh, it’s 9:30. Somebody’s coming at ten to see how Mona’s doing.” Before I can ask him if he has any pretzels or chocolate in his home office, he runs into the kitchen, comes back with the broom, and tries…

  • Lockdown – Part 1 – Horror Fiction

    This is a work of fiction, and was inspired by this Tweet from Mims the Word. The street light I can see from my window is broken. I’m nineteen, and Dad took away my nightlight when I was ten. We’re in lockdown, but I’m a lot more afraid of the dark than of COVID-19. That’s…