This is a dream. The room swirled misshapen around me; the vague contour of belongings I knew to be mine β€”Β  my bed and dresser, the clothes piled in the hamper alongside them, all sat in a foreign arrangement. Askew and twisted against walls seated in...

Part I The final echoes of children’s laughter faded down the street, blending with the rustling of dry autumn leaves as Simon stood on his porch, surveying the quiet neighborhood. The air was crisp, the scent of dying leaves and faint smoke from distant bonfires carried...

May 3rd It’s been months since I’ve written in this journal. I’ve been preoccupied with applying to medical schools, and now I’ve been accepted to the program of my first choice. I’ve gone on at length about this university and its merits, so I’ll restrain myself...

It was the sort of bizarre incident that would forever haunt a small town such as ours. The Catsup Massacre, we called it, though it wasn’t exactly a massacre in the traditional sense. No one could quite agree on how or when it had happened,...

1 Timmy stood close to the shiny champagne-colored box, his hands trembling as they cautiously gripped the smooth rounded edge. His eyes wide-open with shock, his lips clamped tightly, fighting every urge he could muster to keep from squealing out in horror. He knew what he’d...

I can’t explain it, but he’s been here the whole time. No one believed me; my wife thought I was insane, but he’s been here the whole time. My son, Dale, was five when he went missing. We were at the park by our flat when it happened....

The winter winds howled through the trees surrounding Whispering Pines, a small, isolated town known more for its exceptional cold than for anything that would draw outsiders. The town was built on the edge of a large, deep body of water that locals called Blackwater...

β€œCome on, Sienna, hurry up! I’m gonna get drenched if I stay out here!” Even with the threat of getting soaked in ice-cold rain, I did not want to get out of the car. I didn’t even want to go out tonight, my plans were to...

Milton was making his rounds through the old facility, which housed the lunatics and those who were deemed too dangerous or unstable for the community.Β  In this psychiatric hospital, this lunatic asylum, this mental institution or, as others endearingly called it, β€˜the sanitarium,’ Milton was...

Winning an all-expenses paid trip without any catches is quite rare from my experience.Β  There is something unfamiliar with awards, triumphs, and real success for most adults.Β  Take winning the lottery, for instance; how much money does a person sink into that abyss of no...

I am barricaded by self-design.Β  I have enclosed myself, shut off from the world except for takeaways, home deliveries.Β  The ugliness of sound, reverberations, noises, vibrations are a tormentor of my every nerve.Β  Much to my annoyance, I have been unable thus far to escape...

Rain poured down in unforgiving torrents. The windshield in Darius’ Uber taxi was steamy despite him setting the defogger to full blast. Visibility was nil except for the blurry blobs of streetlights that intermittently illuminated the windshield. Darius was fighting to stay awake in the...

The sun makes an unwelcoming appearance as Patrick Fitz wakes to a frozen morning. His head throbs as the first rays of sunlight slice through the parted curtains and reach his retinas, which causes him to growl and turn away. His newly found drinking habit...

There was no coming back from this point. That was Micheal’s only thought, as he ventured deeper into the jungle. Humidity was something he was more than used to coming from Australia. But the insects, oversized trees, and bushes were something else entirely. The thick...

Roars and growls echo in the night sky from atop the peak. In its center, the two lycans lock each other in an unmerciful glare. They are both covered head to foot in lacerations. Both are exhausted, yet neither is willing to stop. One of...

β€œDark spaces and long empty traces of the world I have known Hope is fleeting, and history is repeating, hearts have turned to stone Voices calling the dogs are mauling, and no one answers back Echoes are silence, tomorrow will be violent There is nothing we can do about...

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