Charlotte O’Farrell
Charlotte O’Farrell is a horror writer. A lifelong fan of the genre, she aims to share her love of the weird and wonderful with her readers. Her short stories and novellas have appeared in over 25 anthologies and have been adapted into audio dramas for podcasts.
She writes daily flash fiction on Twitter and Facebook.
Charlotte lives in Nottingham, England with her husband, daughter and cat.
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Place of Caves by Charlotte O’Farrell – Launches 11th June 2021
/by Black Hare PressPlace of Caves was my coronavirus lockdown project. I’d had the idea of a Nottingham-based horror novella bouncing around my head for years, with a secret order of priests and nuns sent to investigate demonic goings-on in the caves. But somehow, I’d never got around to it. Being inside for months and seeing the Black Hare Press call for underground-themed horror spurred me into action.
Place of Caves by Charlotte O’Farrell
/by Black Hare PressThere’s something rotten under Nottingham.
Something demonic.
Charlotte O’Farrell
/by Black Hare PressCharlotte O’Farrell is a horror writer. A lifelong fan of the genre, she aims to share her love of the weird and wonderful with her readers. Her short stories and novellas have appeared in over 25 anthologies and have been adapted into audio dramas for podcasts.
Don’t Wear Black
/by Charlotte O’Farrellby Charlotte O’Farrell In life, Aunt Maud had no time for traditional funerals. “I want mine to be jolly! A celebration of my life. Nobody dresses in black!” When the day came, Richard cried all the way to the church. Everyone turned to him as he walked in. He paid his respects by the […]
Amor Fati
/by Charlotte O’Farrellby Charlotte O’Farrell Trevor arrived at the group’s HQ shaking, arms and face bruised from the car crash. In the distance, he heard sirens as first responders tended to the casualties he’d caused. A week on from his eighteenth birthday, and he was done with running. If he carried on trying to chase a […]
Inheritance
/by Charlotte O’Farrellby Charlotte O’Farrell All my life, Uncle Harry’s name was spoken with a pitying hush. “He never recovered from his son’s disappearance.” He lived thirty years after my cousin vanished. Harry was never at family events. Maybe he avoided them, maybe he wasn’t invited at all. People think grief and tragedy are contagious. He […]