This week we have fellow blogger and flash fiction author, David J. Wing.  David was also a previous Horror Scribes competition winner.

Hi David and welcome back to Horror Scribes.  Please tell us a bit about you and your writing.

Where to begin…It was a cold and stormy night. Not really. My writing has until fairly recently been staunchly set in the fantasy and sci-fi realms, but a nigh-on obsession with H.P. Lovecraft and an ever increasing infatuation with Clive Barker has set me on a path to peril. The more I read the more I want to find myself terrified and in turn, terrify those that read my work.

What in your opinion makes good horror?

Atmosphere first, setting second. Or is it the other was around? Chicken and Egg, I guess. If I find myself trapped in a tale, then it’s good.

How do you feel about flash fiction as a medium for horror?

I run Zeroflash, a flash fiction competition that often asks its contributors to write a tale of terror and trepidation…so, yes, flash fiction is a great medium for horror. You have to get straight to the point. I love that! 300 words and you must use them to the best of your abilities.

What is your favourite horror short story?

Does ‘Mountains of Madness’ count? Hmm, difficult. Maybe ‘The Price’ by Neil Gaiman? It’s a truly wonderful story. I can’t go into it without ruining it, so you’ll just have to take my word for it and get reading!

What scares you the most and what is your favourite horror scene/passage/novel?

Wolves. Or at least, they used to. Remember ‘The Neverending Story’? That wolf, damn, it scared me. I recall watching it one winter’s night, sitting on the floor in the living room, alone, the curtains wide open to the garden. The sun had set while I watched the film, but I hadn’t noticed. I turned and I swear, the monster was outside the window!

Looking back, maybe it was a reflection…but I’m sure it happened after the film had ended…

“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.” – H.P. Lovecraft

Please give us a one sentence horror story!

The room sat silent and cold. Colder than a winter should. Then his neck warmed – David J.Wing