28 Apr By the Light of the Firefly
When I was a boy, I lived with my mother in an old house in Georgia. It was small, and most parts of it were fairly worn, but the asking price was low, and we needed a home. It wasn’t all bad, though. The place...
27 Apr The Tale of Robert Elm
The lights of the Seattle skyline suddenly ignite as the city comes alive with the sounds and sights of night. In a run-down bar a lone man sits beneath the hum of a florescent overhead light as he holds his whiskey in shaky hands. The...
10 Apr The Surjawobi
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Part I I set these words down in no expectation that they will avail me, nor even with the confidence that they may serve as a warning to any soul unfortunate enough to encounter them. There are accounts which men write to clarify memory, and others...
10 Apr Delivery Man
I own a pizza place. People hear that and picture something cozy. Brick oven. Family recipes. A guy in a clean apron tossing dough in the air while Sinatra plays in the background. What I actually own is a small-town grease trap with a sign out front. Bell’s...
04 Apr The Warjofrex Are Coming
Christopher Ingram came out of the grocery store with two paper bags in his arms and found a sheet of paper tucked under the wiper blade of his car. At first he thought it was an ad for roofing or gutter work. Then he looked...
03 Apr Interdimensional Noodles
Lyndsay found her mother Tina in the kitchen and said she had found noodles from another dimension in the basement. She said it plainly, with no sign that she thought anything about it was strange. She was holding a plastic horse in one hand and had...
03 Apr The Demon in the Dark
Vicky and Kevin Chandler woke to a crash from down the hall, followed by the sharp clang of toy cymbals and a heavy thump that shook the wall. A second later, their son started screaming. By the time they reached Owen’s room, he had backed himself...
03 Apr Damneus and the Cave of the Blinded Ones
Chapter 1 “The Tunnel to Hell” The mountain groaned and geysers of fire burst from its sides. Clouds of sulphur whirled around its peak like bird murmurations and the sky churned over in red spasms all around. At the base of Dragon’s Back Mountain, Royce was...
03 Apr The Bus Stop
Kellen Mitchell’s car died on a stretch of county road with no houses, no traffic, and no reason for the engine to fail. One moment, the dash was lit; the next, everything went black, and the wipers stopped in mid-swipe. Rain hammered the windshield. When...
02 Apr Tinted Leslie
Margaret Dean started at the school on a Tuesday. She was quiet, neat, and pale in a way Ms. Clemens noticed right away, though not enough to mean anything. New children came in nervous all the time. Some cried. Some clung to their parents. Margaret just...
29 Mar Big Jim Morgan’s Thrills and Chills
Drac’s head had been bashed to such an extent that he was barely recognizable. He was Zack’s firstborn and the one he adored more than any of his other children. He’d just turned ten when his mutilated body was discovered lying on the floor of...
29 Mar Cold Town
She stopped as her legs ached from hours of walking. She had come far. Very far. The day and night seemed to intertwine, never being distinct, if there could be said to be a circadian movement in the subtly shifting gray above at all. There...
29 Mar The Mortuary in Memphis
The following is a collection of letters and documents found by my family, all addressed to my great-great-great-grandfather. None are dated, nor are any properly signed. It can be assumed that they were written by someone after his time at the University of Memphis, due...
29 Mar Contract at the Lake House
“Babe, Travis from WeNet’s on the phone,” Abby said, opening the bathroom door and letting cool air into the hot steamy bathroom. “Shit, okay.” In the shower, I’d been scrubbing the bottoms of my feet with a facecloth lathered in off-brand body wash. “Hang on.” Without choking...
29 Mar Let Go
Hayley has new highlights in her hair. A subtle caramel that I don’t notice until she stands—elegant, low-key, conceivably not too expensive. Mom would have liked it. And probably told me that I should get mine done, too. “Just the large matcha latte, Marin?” she asks....
29 Mar All Hands Are Red
“What’s a five-letter word for ‘type of bread’?” the old man said, looking up from his crossword and nudging his wife, who was trying to read. “Uh,” she thought, “'toast'.” “Toast…toast? That’s not a type of bread, that’s...
29 Mar The Limb
Crickets — about what I expected from Em, but tonight, they were literal, and all around us. Finally, though, she spoke up: “How am I supposed to see him if he’s in it?” she asked, pressing that tiny, wrinkled face of hers into the binoculars and gritting her...
06 Mar Tender Shepherd
Subject Two One Eight “Write. Anything you can remember. Anything that comes to mind.” I remember looking up from the thick orange gloves covering my hands. Staring into the dark eye holes of his mask. But in truth, when he slid the pen across the table, I...
01 Mar Jim is a Clone, The Real Jim is Dead
For the sake of what’s left of my life, let’s call me John. I worked on the production staff of one of the largest film awards programs in the United States. I won’t name it and don’t need to. If you watched television last night, you...
27 Feb The Scream
I’ve been planning this project for three years. A syndicate of investors have already provided the $200,000 in capital I needed. Why? Because I promised them a 250% return on their money. Suckers. You see, I know where I can get my hands on one hundred...