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The Blood Moon Rising
I remember the day I found it as if it were yesterday. The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the flea market on the…
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I think my family is cursed by Bram the Toymaker?
The story I am about to tell you is crazy. I had the weirdest, creepiest experience last weekend. And I think people like you want to hear. The curse must…
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Heaven Is Not a Friendly Place
If I timed the 911 call just right, the paramedics could revive me before I kicked the bucket for good. At least, that was the hope. Any number of things…
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I’m a Cop, and My Town Is Dying in Ways No Autopsy Can Explain
The moon hung low over the sleepy town of RidgeWater Creek, its faint glow barely penetrating the dense forest on the outskirts. As I stepped out of my car, my…
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If You Can’t See It
Every summer for a week, my grandparents would visit my family in New Orleans from Haiti. Making the nine-hour flight and thirty-minute drive from the airport to Norco. I loved…
Read NowViolet: Part 2
The money was running out, but Violet needed to splurge. The loneliness of being on the run was getting to be too much. It was time for some fun, time…
Read NowMommy, Can I?
“Oh thank you so much for coming at a late notice,” the woman said as soon as she answered the door. “No problem, miss. It’s my job. What can I…
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Death Watch
Hello there, friend, and welcome to Bradshaw, Texas, where the steaks are bloody, andthe trucks are muddy. I wonder if I could invite you to join me as a fly…
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How Do You Prove You Are Alive?
I’ve been dead now for almost five weeks, it feels different than you might think. Of course, I’m not really dead, if I were I wouldn’t be able to write…
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,…
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Understanding the Laws of Thermodynamics
This is only happening because of what we did. I regret it, but not because of the consequences. I regret it because I could have been good; I should have been…
Read NowBeware of Those Who Would Do You Harm
Prologue – Wendy Wendy ran as fast as she could. She had no time to stop at any of the houses that flew by as she ran, because she knew…
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An Open Letter To My Daughter’s Killer
An open letter to the killer of Samantha B. If you’re somehow able to read this wherever you are now, know that I will find you. No father should have…
Read NowThe scar eater
“Oh, sweet child… don’t cry. I’ll lick your scars softly… nibble at them slowly… and finally eat them. Your pain is so beautiful. Hush now… hush… let me take it…
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Weightless
“One hundred eight-six!” I announced gleefully. “That’s incredible!” My wife responded. “How does it feel to be so svelte?” “Well, I don’t know about svelte, but I feel great.” I…
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2.4 MPH Part Two: Death Runners
Read Part one here Jason stumbled upon her website quite by accident. In his Google search field he entered “near death experience runners”. The word “runners” was different from his…
Read NowLa Muerta Blanca
I am currently sitting in front of my computer, scared witless. Any moment now I am going to be killed. Today a friend of mine told me a story. His…
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Where Bad Kids Go
I must have been six or seven when I lived in Lebanon. The country was ravaged by war at the time, and murders were common and frequent. I remember during…
Read NowThe Sunday Special
Dan was sick of rural America. He wanted nothing more than to be back in Chicago, far away from anything resembling a cornfield. Instead, he was driving through an Iowa…
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The Molendinar Burn
Jack Mckay huddled in the cold midnight street with a pale green sleeping bag encasing his lower half. Spindled trails of light reflected off the gleaming roads from damp lampposts.…
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Toys in the Attic
Christmas has always been a hard time for me. Childhood memories of bickering relatives, drunken tirades, and hostile dinner conversations made me wince at the mere mention of the holiday.…
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