Blazing Owl Short Horror: Wichita Massacre is another one of my short horror stories. Be warned that you don't want to piss off a Gnome. They might be short in stature, but they can get rather nasty when provoked. Olaf is one such Gnome. He has a rather intense hatred of Charles and his ilk. I offer a short teaser below. You'll have to read the entire short tale to see what kind of evil shenanigans Olaf gets into.
Happy reading!
Blaze McRob
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A typical night for this part of Kansas. It's hot and muggy without a breath of air. Olaf stands in front of his little house in the trunk of a tree, grinning like a cat with a mouse under its paw. The heat doesn't bother him. Truth be told, he finds it much to his liking. Little people like him can tolerate what the human miscreants can't.
"Ah," he says to himself, "what a fine evening to stroll about, smoke my pipe, and perhaps wander over to the big pond these people have built and do some fishing. Yes, some Largemouth Bass would be mighty tasty."
He goes back inside his dwelling and grabs his fishing rod and tackle box. Laughing to himself, thinking about the poor confused child he stole these items from a few years back, he heads towards the pond.
"A bigger pole would not fit my hands," he says. "This is just right."
Visions of a tummy filled with pan-fried Bass put a decided bounce in his step, and he arrives at the pond in no time at all. On dark nights such as this, a surface plug teased across the surface always resulted in a few careless fish winding up in his possession. Tonight is no exception. He only keeps what he himself can eat, knowing he has no way to keep any more from spoiling in the Kansas heat.
Once, there were others like him here, but they left, preferring the weather farther to the north. Aye, and a lot less of these humans. It seemed as if they destroyed things no matter where they went. The air, land, and the very water they drank, was tainted because of them. And the worst of the lot? He lives in the huge mansion set way back in from the road.
Charles is rich, but his money comes at the expense of others. More, more, more. It is always more. Why? He has enough of everything for many lifetimes.
Olaf never understood it. Deep down inside, the festering had been growing for many years, but what could he, one single Gnome, do against him, and the rest of the evil ones waiting to take his place? He dreamed often of charging into the big house and sending Charles off to the Promised Land, or wherever folks of his ilk went to, but dreams were all they were. No more would they come true than would the actuality of Charles deciding the pipeline he wanted to build was an evil thing.
The one thing he has on his side is that people do not believe that Gnomes exist, other than the plaster ones they keep on their lawns. If they knew, they would surely shit a brick. Olaf laughs at that, thinking of all the language changes he has been subjected to hearing over the years. What stupid people!
And, if they knew that Olaf and his kind were indeed among the living, they would have less concern for them than the wolves they try to annihilate.
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The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
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BLAZING OWL SHORT HORROR BY BLAZE MCROB offers lots of chills packed in a few pages that will sweep you into his bizarre and macabre world whenever you have a few minutes to read. Blaze is always working on stories that will chill you to the core. Be on the lookout for them!
