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I ran over my neighbour’s dog, now I think he’s stalking me.
I need help. I am in hospital and in a stable state. I am Australian so healthcare is taken care of, just need urgent legal advice. I am a 26…
Read NowFlyover Country
Ever since I was a child, I've dreamed of flying. Soaring high above the world, a thousand feet from any other person, with no limits or obstacles in my way,…
Read NowProphetic Pages
It was a rainy Saturday morning, and I could hear the rain tapping against my window. I looked up from my laptop and let out a soft sigh. The sound…
Read NowSchattenfrau
The night smells wrong. Not merely damp, not merely cold—spoiled, as though the air itself has been left too long inside something dead and forgotten. Each breath coats your tongue…
Read NowHell’s Recruit
Today is the day it ends for him. Luther has his last meal, which is a cheeseburger, fries, and a soda. Luther looks at the men who watch him eat…
Read NowMilk Teeth
By the time Jean-Luc finally arrives, the only things awake are the moon and me. It sits in the sky a perfect, silver half-slice, dewy in the way all things…
Read NowThe Lighthouse That Doesn’t Guide Ships
1905, late autumn. The fog that rested upon Greyport Harbor was no mere weathered veil, but a suffocating presence that clung to the flesh like sodden wool, steeped in the…
Read NowThe Music Box
Isabella walked to the front of her grandmother’s casket. Her grandmother looked peaceful in her repose, wearing her favorite dress. Isabella guessed that she just didn’t understand what had happened.…
Read NowBrooks Brother’s Hardware Store
The Brooks Brother’s Hardware store stood alone on its main street block. Chipped layers of white-washed paint contrasted the darkness inside the tall narrow windows. Faded posters advertising Case knives…
Read NowDead Silence
I didn’t choose the dead minute. It chose me.The first time it happened, I was twelve, hiding in my bedroom while my parents screamed downstairs. Plates shattered. Something heavy hit…
Read NowAbout one shift at Clover Camp
The month I had to spend every summer at a children’s camp was the most loathed period of the year for me. A place where children were supposed to rest,…
Read NowThings Best Left Buried
I felt it that day, something in the air wasn't right. The morning heat was setting in, and the bugs were eating us alive. The men were tense as the…
Read NowI Inherited the World’s Worst Genetic Condition
You think you know your family. What they look like, how they speak, how it feels when they pat you on the back and say ‘welcome home’. None of us…
Read NowPeople Say I’m Good
People have always said that I was good. Not nice, not kind, just good. Like it was just something they told me even before I could talk. People trusted me…
Read NowThe Indian Giant
The fishing boat groaned under Raj's boots as he tossed another net overboard. His hands were cracked from salt and years of hauling lines, but he didn't complain. Out here,…
Read NowThe Floor is Sticky
We moved into the flat above the butcher's two months ago. It was a step down from our old place; John lost his good job and we had to make…
Read NowA Thing of Flesh and Copper
Stacy and I switched the power on and sent ourselves to an early grave. I say an early grave, but I don’t expect there will be anyone left to bury…
Read NowThe Eyes of the Angel
Jason watched the hands of the clock ticking. The hour hand was moving to nine o’clock. The hour he dreaded so much. His eyes darted around the room. In the…
Read NowWhere Trespassers Fade
“Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.” - James Baldwin The road narrowed until it was no road at all,…
Read NowIrnon Will Rise
As I sit here in this damp, dark cell, my only friend the warmth of the flickering candlelight illuminating this scrap of paper, I have to wonder how I got…
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