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Don’t Let This Be You
I'm writing this as some sort of vain attempt towards a personal closure. I'm not entirely sure what's going to happen to me, but considering the current state of events,…
Read NowEchos of Daffodils
I know he knows I am watching him. I can see Daffid look over his shoulder as he sits on his sofa. He is scanning the dark hallway behind him.…
Read NowThe Boogey Man
It started with my 3 year old son screaming in his room in the middle of the night. When I came in to check on him he was in hysterics.…
Read NowLoss Alive
* Writer's note - Originally published 2006 in Dark Fire Fiction. I am the author and own the story rights. “It's time I told you about loss, boy.” We sat,…
Read NowA Murder of Crows
Athene Hibou walked through her childhood home slowly. Her hand trailed gently along the mahogany banister as she climbed the stairs. Subconsciously, she jumped over the squeaky third step from…
Read NowMy Name Is
My name's Charlie, and I'm 15-years old. I've lived in Chicago for just about my entire life before my entire family moved to the small town of ********* (I'm not…
Read NowDeepest Fear
It took me a month to figure out the pattern- the pattern It was using to kill us off. At first it was Jack, who was found dead, lying face-down…
Read NowEmpty House
Even years later I can still remember that day. It was the first and last time I ever went out to the movies alone. The last time I went out…
Read NowA Trip to the Cemetary
On an early dim morning an elderly woman rested her hand atop a gravestone. “Henry Blackwood-1938-2004.” She rested flowers on it and wept, something she didn’t usually do. She always…
Read NowHigher Powers
The chairs were the old school folding kind, brown metal with tan cushions that were almost comfortable. They were usually folded and stacked neatly against the wall in the basement…
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The Devil Game
Pray, for devils have no reason Satan waits to curse your ways Have you seen it in his eyes in the sunset? Have you wondered if he's laughing when he…
Read NowTwist and Shout
It was late October in Brookhurst Wyoming in the year 1965. I was eighteen, and I lived with my sister in an older barn house, on the edge of town.…
Read NowThe Reaper in the Tree
There may be strange details in this story. Not all of them will seem to add up and appear to be significant, but it’s all true. That sort of statement…
Read NowThe Passenger
Several months ago a friend of mine alerted me to a puzzling incident on an inner-city bus. Being a bus driver himself, he had heard many of the usual generic…
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The Final Hours: Party Girl
The door slams behind Monica as she stumbles into the hallway of an apartment complex, mascara streaming down her face. “Asshole,” she says. The word hisses out between her clenched…
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The Shoebox
I’ve decided to share this here because honestly? I feel like I NEED to talk about this before I go crazy. And this is probably the only place where I…
Read NowDisconnected
Ever since I was a young child, that automated recording that plays when you try to call someone, but can't, has frightened me to the core. You know, the one…
Read NowThe Grimes Home
(The following was found in an envelope on a bus bound for Chicago) My name is Jason Grimes and I am writing this so that when the room is eventually…
Read NowThe Wind Whispered A Secret
I sat on my balcony, preparing to smoke the last cigarette of the night. It was late and my bones themselves were tired. As I snuffed out the cigarette and…
Read NowFrom the Sea
The day was August 5th, 1989, the rain pounded onto the beach like gunfire and the lightning arced across the sky in magnificent blue colors. I sat in my tent…
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