Kite-Flying
"Look at it go, sweetie!" the loving father joyfully called out to his little girl, pointing upward toward the kite flying high above the secluded beach. "Here baby, you try." The little girl stood there shy, ...
Wood Grain
We had found the dresser at a yard sale, beaten and broken, but it was an artifact of the 1920s and my husband insisted we bring it home and fix it up. I thought nothing of ...
The Stain of Margaret Schilling
The Ridges - previously known as the Athens Lunatic Asylum - is famous among Ohio University students. The other week, I ran into a friend who recently graduated from OU, and when the conversation turned to ...
Dirty Paper Machines
This is the final entry in Stephan D. Harris' Harlequin series. “Sometimes I wonder; what exactly is a monster? Is it really something to be feared, or is it something to be respected? Is that frightening, ...
Fighting Fate
This is part five in the By the Fire's Light series. Mira Grolinsky sat at her desk in the hotel room sorting through stacks of paper. A biographer by trade, she was used to gathering large ...
The Crawlspace
Um... hi there. I guess you could say I'm writing this as a cautionary tale to those who plan on studying abroad in future. I don't mean to discourage you from going in the first place, ...
Best Friends
When I was a kid, my family and I lived in a modest house in West Virginia. As I said, it was quite small and there was a large forest behind my house. I was pretty ...
What Are You Really Afraid Of?
We all have our own little fears: spiders, dark corridors, porcelain dolls. Some people have some very strange and obscure fears like things not being organized. Some people are afraid of not being perfect or being ...
The Curling Flames
This is the fourth entry in the By the Fire's Light series. “So,” Jared said, a sneer on his face. “I suppose you’ve come to find out why I did it.” Connor looked into Jared’s face, ...
The Old Warehouse Hotel Down In New Orleans
When I was younger I used to work as a night auditor for a very popular hotel chain in New Orleans. This particular hotel was once an old warehouse in the Central Business District. It had ...
The Unbirth
Introduction I had always questioned whether or not I truly believed in the paranormal, and sometimes I wished that I would have stayed strictly to my stubborn attitude. However, that was not the case a month ...
Object Permanence
Lately I have been questioning the reality of things around me. I can sure identify where it started, and where it came from, but I just can’t get it out. An idea cannot be killed; you ...
What is Dead
I write this as an apology to those who are affected by my mistakes. I hope that you can find it in your hearts to forgive me, though I will understand if you can't. My wife ...
The Neurocranial Exploits
The Neurocranial Exploits (a short story by Dniwara Redman) Crack one, crack two. There is now a visible tear in the flesh. The once wavy brown hair of Professor Emery is now tainted crimson with the ...
Light Bulbs
I’m pretty bad about changing light bulbs. If there’s any possible way I can put it off, I will. There’s probably some psychoanalytical explanation for it, dating back to when I was a little girl and ...
How The Girl Almost Stole My Voices
It was a warm summer night. There was a refreshing breeze entering through my bedroom window, blowing away the still humidity and warmth that stuck to my body like a wet blanket. Despite the cooling breeze, ...