The worst thing about trying to stop your brain from re-entering your skull is that, with it being your brain, you can’t exactly resist the commands it issues.Β  You can struggle, dimly, bodily, but in the end, the brain wins out.Β  It gets back into...

I’m sitting in a bar right now, somewhere in the more southern portions of Missouri; Howell County, I think.Β  I haven’t bothered to ask.Β  The police are on their way, the owner of the bar called them the moment she saw me stumble through the...

My name is Andrew Thames, and I am nothing more than a slimy thief. I used to call myself a writer. I can’t say I ever wrote anything worth it. Despite years and years of work, pouring over my laptop, sending submission after submission, I had...

Snow. I absentmindedly watched the white flakes lazily drift down from the sky, remembering that the forecast called for a blizzard by noon. It didn’t seem like it would get that bad, at least not now. But I couldn’t spend all day looking at the...

Messes are funny things.Β  The longer they’re around, the harder they are to clean up.Β  That was the way it was with the Falling River Schoolhouse. It was May, the day after Memorial Day.Β  We’d been off school for all of three days, and already I...

β€œHe is dead, Senhor,” Paulo told him. Mr. Jameson, a portly man, sat back in his chair, making a long, low squeaking sound as he did. He was a businessman.Β  His head was large and bald from too much thought, and his body was a soft,...

It awoke to the sounds of bootfalls on rocks.Β  Voices followed.Β  Someone had come into its cave again. It listened. β€œMatt!Β  Look out for the camera!” β€œI’m looking!Β  I’m looking!” β€œI could put that in my bag, you know.” β€œAnd let it get crushed by your two tons of gear?Β ...

In some ways, it is terrifying to imagine just how close the town of Marchington came to obliteration by the tentacles of a demonic cephalopod. THE END It was finished.Β  Months of toil had finally given way to Marty’s latest masterpiece.Β  Of his eighteen novels to...

Vestwell Subway was a pedestrian tunnel which ran beneath the busy A37, linking East Lydford with West.Β  A notorious accident blackspot, few ever chose to use it, preferring to risk life and limb crossing the road above.Β  Indeed, many fatalities had been recorded at the...

Her first coherent thought for today; how surprisingly pleasant. She was entombed between impossibly white walls in a haven of filth, cold to the touch of her cheek should she choose to rest against them, sending a chill rushing through her flesh and deep into the...

There are dozens of unexplained scientific mysteries.Β  We still ponder thoughts about what might really exist in the next galaxy, or perhaps, lurking in the deepest depths of the ocean floor.Β  Unknown diseases encircle us daily, waiting for the day when there’s an opening of...

Evidence #005678 and #073812 in cases #MPD-5609 and #MPD-6491 respectively for the Medford Police Department. The following interviews were transcribed shortly after the death of Detective Octavia Allen. Detective Allen was investigating the disappearance of Amy Wolgast when she was found dead in her home. The...

Promise Valley was nestled in the valley below, tucked in quietly at the edge of the Rocky Mountains.Β  As I eased my horse down the rough trail leading to the settlement, the place looked as serene as could be.Β  It made the missive from my...

Chapter 1 I pulled the door open and stepped inside Dutch’s Tavern, it seemed familiar, but I paused at the entry until carefully glancing over the bar’s interior. My eyes scoured the inside from the left side of the door completely around to the right of...

I was running as fast as I could, but I knew it was gaining on me. I swear it was trying to step in every puddle so I knew it was running faster. I turned my head where I could see it. Its arms were...

The town my wife Violet was raised in is almost unremarkable. You won’t find it on any β€˜Best of’ lists or see it signified on any map or atlas. She said she was happy as heaven to get out of there when we met. I...

Chapter 1 I grew up being a bit of an explorer at heart. It hadn’t exactly come naturally, but instead through my family’s forced moves from army base to army base. I turned ten this year and I was on at least my eighth adventure to...

The Act The large metal plate was secured with long threaded bolts into the enclosure. These were applied and tightened down by two skimpily clad, dark-haired assistants, or vassals as they were called, and appeared to also be identical twins. The cage looked to be impenetrable...

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