Flash Fiction Frenzy

The lights are twinkling… but something else is stirring. When the carols fade and the stockings hang still, can you capture the chills that slip in with the winter air — that soft, persistent fear that settles like frost on the spine? 👁️✨

Every entry shared here will appear in December’s issue of Dark Descent: Whispers From Beyond. No naughty list, no eliminations—just crisp bursts of holiday horror wrapped in winter’s quiet dread. 🩸🎁

📜 Submission Rules• Exactly two sentences (make them bite like winter wind)• Post your entry as a reply below• Deadline: December 20th