09 Feb Beyond the Blackout
I pulled into the bar parking lot and stopped the car. I sat there for a moment, letting the engine idle as I thought about what I was doing. I knew my wife and kids were at home waiting for me, but I just couldn’t...
03 Feb Cactus Jack’s Tex Mex Grill
My life was fairly simple. I never really asked for much, nor did I expect all that much either. I was freelancing as a videographer, and had a steady group of repeat customers. Mostly small businesses who wanted me to help them put together ads,...
13 Jan To Build a Fire
Day had broken cold and grey, exceedingly cold and grey, when the man turned aside from the main Yukon trail and climbed the high earth-bank, where a dim and little-traveled trail led eastward through the fat spruce timberland. It was a steep bank, and he...
28 Dec Hearts and Minds
Arnold Willis slowly opened his eyes, dreading what he would see. The small alarm clock on the nightstand read a merciless 5:58 a.m. The sterile hospital wall came into focus behind the clock, in sharp contrast to the brightly-colored balloons which floated at the edge...
27 Dec She Waits Upon the Coastal Road
October 6th, 1853 When I set out for Port Humber, I had not imagined that this would be where I met my death. Indeed, I must confess that I had always imagined myself beyond death in a sense. Not above it, no. One of the few...
24 Dec The Immortal Coil
I was awaiting an interview with a dying man, sitting in an uncomfortable chair, watching an ancient television set mounted high in the corner of the hospital waiting room that flashed riot scenes. Placards waving, black faces crying into cameras, the capitol was burning and...
22 Dec The Drognar
“When you're Dead…you live in a box, and it's always dark, but you're not ever afraid.” – Kelly Link, “The Specialist’s Hat” When Ellen and Juliya were 4 and 6 years old, Dad would leave out the most gruesome parts of the story of the Drognar. But...
13 Nov There’s Something Wrong With Dad
Fifteen years ago, something terrible happened to my family. It’s taken a lot of therapy and drugs to help me cope with it. I still think about those days a lot. I can’t seem to get some of the images out of my mind. They...
01 Nov The Red West
I watched as my son splashed around in the waves, the sun reflecting off the cool green water. Sean laughed as the waves crashed around his ankles and chased him up the shore. The ocean then pulled away, leaving trembling patches of sea foam that...
28 Oct The Goat Room
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I reached for it, only half-listening to the sales meeting I was in. My boss was rattling on, stressing about how we needed to push numbers, increase our revenue, the usual slog. The other eight salesmen around the table...
24 Oct The Devil in the Badlands
At thirteen, I stood in the South Dakota Badlands and gazed upon the majesty of a night sky uncorrupted by civilization and city lights. It was without a doubt the most breathtaking sight I have seen in my lifetime. It is also something I hope...
23 Oct Storm of the Century
Dear whoever finds this, My name is Stephen. I’m 25 years old and, well, if you’re reading this then I’m afraid that I’m long gone. Where, you ask? Your guess is as good as mine, dead, alive, or something much worse, I cannot tell you. I’m currently...
08 Aug A Tiller of the Ground
You think good and evil don’t exist? That ain’t true. I’ve seen it. I’ve seen it firsthand. I’ve even seen the Devil. Our family was small; just my parents, my older brother Jacob, and me. Ma always doted on me, being the baby and all, much...
21 Jul The Chronicles of a Butcher’s Wife
Part One: Once a Butcher's Wife Calla Lily Cottage stood among the rose bushes and assorted potted plants atop of Willow Vale, basking in the mid-afternoon sun. White walls adorned with climbing ivy, a thick thatched roof, and aging lop-sided windows gave the building a distinct...
19 Jul R.I.P. Ellen
Posted at 11:00h in Apocalyptic and Dystopian, Dark Fantasy, Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances, Demons and Possession, Illness and Injuries, Strange and Unexplained 1 Comment
Paige watched with wide eyes as her friend was ushered into a cage with iron bars jagged with rust. An iron arm swung the cage over the edge of the filthy fishing boat. Paige pressed her hands together, her eyes welling with panic. ”No, please!” she pleaded. “She...
16 Jul I Grew Up in a Ghost Town
Growing up, I never saw a single carved or smashed pumpkin. The only smashed pumpkin I ever saw was thrown down personally. It was years ago. I was still young. Maybe we’d gotten the idea from a story on the radio or a comic. A...
02 Jul A Beginner’s Guide to Blood Portals
Posted at 11:00h in Rites and Rituals, Science and Experimentation, Science Fiction and Aliens 1 Comment
A few days ago I got a text message from an unknown number reading “I got your proof.” I stared at the words for a bit, thinking it was a wrong number. Then I remembered the last time I’d spoken to Jeremy. Jeremy, my younger cousin,...
17 Jun Undecent
Posted at 11:00h in Children and Childhood, Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances, Survival Horror, Torture and Cannibalism 0 Comments
The only proper way I can describe my childhood is that it was an afterthought for my parents. Father worked two jobs, one as a cattle hand and the other as a busboy in Sydney. Even with the good tips he made from tourists, the money...
03 Jun Kimi
Posted at 11:00h in Animals and Wildlife, Dark Fantasy, Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances, Monsters, Creatures, and Cryptids, Science and Experimentation, Science Fiction and Aliens 2 Comments
I’ve never been good with people. It’s always just been easier to live my life alone, burying myself in fiction and living vicariously through the stories I read and watched. It was comforting to do that. My life could never have been as interesting as...
21 May The Visitor
“Duérmete niño, duérmete ya...
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