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Momentary Discomfort
Horror Haiku 1 Howls keen through the air Piercing through the lonely night Moon is full and bright 2 Lips red as the rose Skin white and frigid as snow…
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Let Me Take Your Picture
Guys, I need help. I’m posting this from my car parked at a truck stop just outside Keiser, Arkansas. My parents own a cabin in rural Tennessee. Since they’re getting…
Read NowThings Change
Funny how things can change, isn’t it? I’m a careless person. I leave things for weeks at a time, and sometimes never come back to them at all. There are…
Read NowThe Soft Nowhere
Hi. I'm Caitlin and I'm eleven years old. I think. I may have been here for ten minutes or ten years. Every second in this place feels very long. Who…
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The End of The Bench
It’s funny how the silence of a park at night can feel like both a sanctuary and a prison. For me, it had always been the former. I’d sit for…
Read NowYoung Again
"Youth is wasted on the young." - George Bernard Shaw The old, hate-filled woman had been staring at the bathtub for a whole 15 minutes until she was entirely satisfied…
Read NowAltimahtei
Fortapt Sjel.. my.. my name is.. Fortapt Sjel.. Ahhrg this pain, the never ending pain, like somebody has a grip on the inside of my head.. like a hand is…
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The Unremarkable Service Station
In Central Australia, there is an unremarkable service station along a straight and barren stretch of road. If you walk straight in and ask for the key, you will be…
Read NowCoal Mines
There isn't much to do around Westbrook, our shitty little town in the Appalachian Mountains. The town itself only has a population of two thousand, and most of them work…
Read NowThe Other Elevator
You'll think I'm crazy. Or just some idiot trolling online. I don't care. Something happened to me and whether or not you believe me is moot, because it happened to…
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Hide and Seek
“Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty!" Hide-and-go-seek was the order of the evening. Two days of rain with no signs of stopping meant mud, mud, and more mud. Jenn already knew where the…
Read NowUnholy Hour
Perhaps you have heard the legend of the supposed "holy hour" that occurs on certain days of the year: Christmas, Easter, Good Friday, November 1, and the first of both…
Read NowConfession
All the names - except J.J.’s - are changed, for reasons that should be obvious. I grew up in Royal Oak, Michigan, about twenty minutes from downtown Detroit. It’s one…
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Aberration
I like to go urban spelunking, "ruin diving" my friends call it. We find a place out in the middle of the nowhere that people have forgotten and we break…
Read NowThe Fig Tree
Farm work was foreign to me, but I needed the money. I was having trouble finding a job since the move to Georgia, and a friend of a friend had…
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