Read my story Wooden Lips in MicroHorror

March 14, 2014 by K.Z.

If you missed Wooden Lips in Cellar Door II, you can read the reprint here

http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/k-z-morano/wooden-lips/

Leave a comment below the story if you like 🙂 I’d love it.

PS MicroHorror is constantly seeking submissions. It’s a non-paying market but it’s a place for horror writers who wish to gain some exposure (particularly those who write flash fiction)

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I won! Yaaay!!! :)

February 10, 2014 by K.Z.

Hey everyone! 🙂

So I entered a 99-word horror story in this really cool contest and I won 🙂 🙂 🙂

Go check it out at this page http://99fiction.net/page/winner-8 and read my story, “Quilt”.

Thank you to the awesome people @ 99fiction.net

I seriously can’t stop smiling 🙂

Horror in a Hundred – The Collector

February 9, 2014 by K.Z.

Hi everyone! Check out my latest 100 word story at Hellnotes 🙂

http://hellnotes.com/horror-in-a-hundred-the-collector-by-k-z-morano

Like or Share or Comment… If you’re a horror writer, send in a submission! 🙂 xo

The Family Tree

January 3, 2014 by K.Z.

The Family Tree

The tree’s ancient limbs branch out like roads to several different worlds.

It is, in a way, a birthright… the way to the promised place.

“You found them yet?” I’d ask Mutt every day.

My brother would shake his head, gangrenous tongue hanging from his mangled jaw.

Then he’d crawl back up, trying a new route… disappearing within the tree’s barbaric upside-down beard.

“I found it.” Mutt’s perpetually decomposing head sprouts from the tangles. “Ma and Pa were there.”

My turn.

I grab the rope—same one that Ma, Pa and Mutt used– and slip my head into the noose.

HAVE A GREAT 2014 everyone 🙂 I’ve gotten so used to the holidays and I’m having a hard time letting go. lol 🙂

PPS. with the picture, i know how easy it is to mistake Mutt for a dog so i made a couple of edits since posting this story xo 🙂

Contaminated Conception

December 27, 2013 by K.Z.

WARNING: language and content may be unpleasant

CONTAMINATED CONCEPTION

She comes home every morning, limping, reeking of sex and decay.

She makes coffee, sits across from me.

We don’t talk about it. Even as gray alien semen dribble down her thighs.

Every night, our women steal from our beds, like moths mesmerized by the phallic tower and its glaring sex light.

I try to ignore the abomination housed in her contaminated womb.

She carries it proudly… like she’s the virgin fucking Mary.

It’s time.

She’s bound to the bed.

I point my rifle at the screaming hole between her thighs and wait for the bastard’s head to come out.

PS because I suck at making story titles, feel free to suggest one. ^^ i hope your Christmas celebration rocked. xo 🙂

Little Girls’ Games @ HELLNOTES Horror in a Hundred

December 13, 2013 by K.Z.

OMG OMG my story’s up. ^^ Hi guys! Check out my 100-word story “Little Girls’ Games”, a fractured fairytale at HELLNOTES Horror in a Hundred.

http://hellnotes.com/horror-in-a-hundred-little-girls-games-by-k-z-morano

if you like it, feel free to like/ share/ leave a comment. ❤ xoxo

Bitter Magic

December 12, 2013 by K.Z.

On his deathbed, father handed me his bow and arrow. “Go hunt yourself a wife.”

I shook my head.

He should’ve married a good village woman.

Instead, he pursued her.

A day after she gave birth to me, she stepped out of her shoes and ran into the forest.

Just like that.

Father said she belonged there, where she can be savage and free in all her hirsute and fiercely fanged glory.

I promised myself I’ll never be like him… ruined by his flirtations with other worlds.

I’ll never dream of magic, love… or she-bears that turn into bad mothers…

Friday Fictioneers: 100 words Story Challenge LXIII

December 4, 2013 by K.Z.

Rivers of mud trickled down Helga’s cheeks breaking up to form filthy rivulets.

Serpent-like vines embraced the old tower like an obsessed lover.
You’d think one would have the sense to stay away.

Still he came… resplendent on his white horse with his unscathed sword.
“Release the princess!,” he demanded.

What princess?
Helga was the one who needed to be saved.

Droplets of his royal blood clung to her chest like a string of rubies… a souvenir from their dance– their macabre waltz of life and death.

Ogres don’t have hearts, Helga knew that.
Still something inside her kept breaking.

oh and before i forget, i just started tweeting. yeah, just now.lol so if you wanna add me up please do, https://twitter.com/kzmorano

Words of Beauty, Tales of Terror — Kindle Version now Available

December 3, 2013 by K.Z.

Update 12/06/13

Hi everyone!

Cellar Door: Words of Beauty, Tales of Terror Volume Two is now available on Amazon

Cellar Door Volume II is a collection of poetry and stories that aim to instill a deep sense of dread. The theme: beautiful words, terrifying tales. And of course, the unutterable horror lurking behind the cellar door.

Read my story: “Wooden Lips”

*Published by JWK Fiction
Edited by James Ward Kirk
Cover Art by Stephen Cooney

Update:

Print version out now!:)

Contents

Poetry
Alex S. Johnson Essence of Ebon, Preserved
Mathias Jansson Smoky bottles
Dona Fox The Door
Dona Fox Me and My . . .
Dona Fox Magur
Dona Fox The Wonder Cave
DJ Tyrer A Darkness in the Cellar
DJ Tyrer Cellar Door
DJ Tyrer Foundations
Robert E. Petras The Soul Worms
Flash Fiction
K. Z. Morano Wooden Lips
Essel Pratt Dalliance
Short Stories
Dale Hollin The Last Eulogy
Mike Jansen The Angel’s kiss
Neil Baker A Late Summer Afternoon on Cranberry Farm
Michael Thomas Knight The Gates of Lament
Dona Fox Forevermore
Greg McWhorter Sempiternal Denouement
David Eccles The Esoteric Espial
Matt Cowan Numen
M. J. Sydney Ellensburg Blue
David Perlmutter Little Pony Ride
Lee Forsythe Karni Mata
Justin Hunter Geisha White
K. Trap Jones A Soul’s Lullaby
Lori Safranek Angels Behind Glass
Suzy Saylor A Halcyon Panacea
Patrick Lacey Last Words
Kevin Rodgers The Scent of Jasmine
Matthew Wilson Video Nasty
Michael Randolph Leannan Sídhe
Gary Murphy Horrorwerk
Adam Blampied Buried
Jason WolfgangGehler Scarecrow Fields

Catching Death

November 15, 2013 by K.Z.

In a place like this, catching death is as easy as walking in the wrong alley.

I heard a woman, her fists pounding from door to door… the sound of desperation reverberating through the walls.

When she reached my home, I almost let her in… but didn’t. Couldn’t.

When she screamed, it was like her soul fled her body through her mouth so that it wouldn’t be there anymore when they defiled her.

Then, silence.

I imagined her sprawled across the cold stones while they ravaged her…

Her soul a detached observer, hovering… Like mine did when they took me.

I’m a little late this week. my laptop’s busted >< but for the love of FF, I'm here @ my granny's using her computer.lol 😉 so it might take a while for me to reach your story. but I'll catch up, see ya there ^^ xo