S02 - Flash Fiction 04 - Tales of Unease (excerpts) by Elizabeth Wilson | Short, eerie, twisted tales
Haunted UK Fiction: Tales of the Supernatural, Paranormal, and UncannyShow Notes
A collection of 3 strange micro-tales...
“A just perceptible sigh came from the thing in his hand, and a dark, rich brown powder appeared. Like smoke, it drifted into the air just past his face and blew towards the fence before vanishing…”
In this Flash Fiction Friday episode, we present three short, unsettling tales, each offering a glimpse into something strange, fleeting, and quietly disturbing. Not every horror needs time to unfold, sometimes, a single moment is enough. These bite-sized stories explore the uncanny, the surreal, and the uneasy feeling that something is just slightly… wrong.
If you enjoy this episode, continue your listening with: Spores (a deeply unsettling story where something unfamiliar begins to take hold) Folded In (a strange and disorienting tale where reality begins to shift) The Thing in the Wall (a creeping horror where an entity crosses from imagination into the real world)
About the Author Elizabeth Wilson is a mixed media artist and writer from Victoria, Australia, whose work blends gothic imagery, dark humour, and the surreal. Her stories often explore fleeting, uncanny moments that linger long after they’ve passed.Her projects include Mulberry Manor and There’s A Shoggoth In My Bath, with her collection Tales of Unease currently in development.Find more from Elizabeth Wilson: Instagram: @elizabeth_the_dollmaker Bluesky: elizabethdollmaker.bsky.social Email: [email protected]
Submit your story: Have a paranormal or supernatural tale? Send it to: [email protected]
Credits: Stories by Elizabeth Wilson Narrated by Steven Holloway Script prepared by Melissa West Produced by Pink Flamingo Home Studio
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Enter the world of Haunted UK Fiction — a paranormal fiction podcast and sister show to the Haunted UK Podcast.We bring you original supernatural stories, ghost stories, and eerie fiction written by authors from the UK and around the world. From hauntings and poltergeists to strange creatures, folklore, and the unexplained, each episode features professionally narrated horror and paranormal fiction designed to unsettle, intrigue, and stay with you long after listening.If you enjoy atmospheric storytelling, dark fiction, and immersive audio experiences, Haunted UK Fiction is your home for weekly supernatural tales.
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