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One Paragraph Short Stories

Hello and welcome to Quick Spooks...these are short one paragraph stories just for the fun and entertainment of it all. I post them on the Wicked Harvest Facebook site, the blog and here about once a week.

I hope you like them. 



I was digging holes for my garden the other day. Planting some nice flowering bushes. I felt that although it was hard work it was quite therapeutic. On the last hole I just kept going and going. Next thing I knew I dug a perfect three foot wide, six foot long, six foot deep hole. I pondered...hmm this is like the perfect size for a body. Then I laughed and wondered, why would I dig such a hole? …And then it hit me when my asshole of a neighbor came over to complain. He'll be missed. Not by me, but someone I'm sure.


Nothing is on television. I spend my hard earned money on 300+ channels and I can’t find anything interesting or entertaining. I really want to watch something scary, but it seems like I’ve seen all the scary and horror movies out there. Checking channel after channel; seen it, seen it, looks bad, seen it…oh now here’s something interesting. Someone sitting in a dark room, candles lit and a large dark ominous shadow creature hovering over the…wait, that’s my couch, my candles, my….reflection.



I saw my bully from school 20 years after we graduated high school. I was visiting the Grand Canyon with my family. He was visiting with his family. He looked about the same except with a receding hairline, 40 pounds heavier and a graying goatee. Part of me wanted to let bygones be bygones, part of me wanted to confront him and get an apology and part of me, honestly, wanted revenge. His family had gone to the restroom while he walked over to the edge of the canyon to take a photo. I decided to join him near the edge.

I found out three weeks later that it wasn’t my school bully after all. I found this out because the guy I pushed over the edge now haunts my house.



I was sitting quietly one morning in my boat on a beautiful lake. The sun had just come up, a cool breeze was coming in from the West. I took a few sips of my coffee and noticed a majestic crane walking slowly near the lake edge. His eyes darted back and forth looking for a single unaware fish for breakfast. It was a very peaceful scene. Just as I swallowed my mouth full of coffee a zombie hand shot from the water just below the crane. Its decaying hand grasped the crane’s neck. The doomed bird’s wings flung outward, feathers flying, but within a second it disappeared into the murky water. I don't go fishing in that lake anymore.