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Plant The Seed
The sky over the golden kingdom had turned the color of an open wound. Lseynda pressed her back against the shattered remains of a marble colonnade and tried to breathe through the smoke, through the pain ...
He Who Wanders
I missed the scorching wind of Andalusia. How it pours sunlight onto your face, toying with eyelashes, flattening dry sand against cheeks and milling around hair. I missed the smell of the valley and that ripening ...
I Found a Letter From My Stalker
I found this note, nailed onto a tree on my front lawn. I really don't know how to describe it. I'll just let you read it yourself. [Note start] I saw you today. It was your ...
Feed The Throne
The bloody throne hall stank of wet iron and rot, and at the heart of it sat Kortul. She had taken her tusks years ago, ground the stumps smooth so that nothing of the common orc ...
A Prophet Of The Truth
The sky had been normal again for a good amount of time, but Jacob still caught people looking up at it sometimes, just checking to make sure it hadn't gone crimson again. He had watched the ...
The Stoneman
There is a statue my family has retained ownership of and cared for during many centuries. Supposedly it is of a great grand relative of some type who helped establish our family’s wealth by forgotten means, ...
If You’re Armed and at the Glenmont Metro, Please Shoot Me
If you’re armed and at the Glenmont metro, please shoot me. Make it a headshot. Shoot me in the temple, aiming slightly downwards. I need the bullet to travel the shortest possible distance through my brain ...
Ticci-Toby
The long road home seemed to go on and on. The road continued to stretch in front of the vehicle endlessly. The light that shone through the branches of the tall, green trees danced across the ...
Don’t Let Them In
Addiction took our mother slowly, rocked her through it and sung her to sleep sunk deep into the mattress on her bed. When her back teeth fell out, she left them on the side of the ...
The Living History Project
One of my least favorite parts about being a middle school history teacher is the bullshit “Living History” assignments we give at the end of every school year. Kids are supposed to sit with their grandparents ...
A Shattered Life
I don't know when you're going to read this, but I can tell you when it started: I was out for a walk alone in the woods when the entity came for me. It was beyond ...
Ben Drowned
Finally, after a long day you get a moment to yourself. You take a deep breath, sigh out the weight of the day’s pressures and collapse onto a bean bag, lifting the controller, to load up ...
The Seer of Possibilities
Sometimes, otherworldly beings find interesting ways to try and contact you. They might use a Ouija Board, or maybe come to you in a dream, or sometimes they speak through another person. They each have their ...
The Melancholy of Herbert Solomon
On several occasions my interest in the supernatural has taken me to some of the most prestigious seats of learning in the entire United Kingdom. From the venerable halls of Oxford and Cambridge, to the more ...
A Speaker Of The Trees
Martin pressed the record button on the handheld unit and held it close to his mouth as he ducked under the rope the patrol officers had strung between the trees. "October fourteenth, 1972," he said. "George ...
A Meeting At The Church
My name is Frank Delacroix, and I am seventy-four years old. I am not a violent man. I have never been a violent man. I have spent the better part of my life volunteering at soup ...
I Found an Old Message from My Brother. I’m An Only Child.
Dear Ben,This will be the last thing I ever send you. I don’t even know if you’ll remember who I am by the time you read this. For your sake I hope you don’t. For my ...
It screams when it doesn’t whisper
My family has an odd history of tragedy—at least, that’s what my grandma would always say."It comes in waves; it comes when it wants to," she would ominously say, but we all knew she was superstitious ...
Memories of the Graveyard Shift
I was eighteen at the time. I’d just graduated high school, and what was probably a really exciting and memorable time for most people was a stressful race against time for me. You see, my dad ...
Beneath the Veil of Shadow
It appeared just after sunset, as darkness began to permeate the woods around my family's hunting cabin. I wouldn't have seen it in time if it weren't for the silver beams emanating from the full moon, ...
A Place Where No One Dies
As a journalist, I get to travel the country a lot. A part of my job includes a column regarding small town myths and legends. It's not the most factual part of my work, but I ...


