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Seeing Double
1 I've never been the most sensible person. My mother would always tell me that I was "the dumbest smart person she knew". I always figured that was just classic…
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The Last Settlement
Hey, hey! Welcome back; come on in! The rain is pouring, and the fire is roaring; soon as we saw those storm clouds, we doubled the wood supply. It can…
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Infinity Game Confessions
Hey Everyone, I’m sorry for disappearing on you again, but this is my first day off from the new Library job; the place I was working fired me when I…
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Father Cooke: Part 6 – Don’t Stop Believing
I sat on the wide ledge looking down at the people walking by on the sidewalk far below. They really did look like ants when viewed from so far away.…
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I got a second chance at life and came back from the dead. But now I want to return to Hell
My name is Omar Sanchez and I’m a 17-year-old high school student living in a small town in rural West Virginia. My life over the last number of years was…
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An Afternoon Appointment
Every day, the same client visits in different forms, and every day this metamorphic changeling wishes to have his or her head rubbed, hair played with, or to be read…
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Father Cooke: Part 1 – Why Do Fools Fall In Love
Publisher's Note: This story is part of the author's Father Cooke series of interrelated stories. If you enjoy it, the author invites you to click here to read the other tales…
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Carrots and Whiskey
The alarm was horribly loud in his left ear, a persistent high pitched beep forcing him from his dreamless, alcohol-soaked slumber into a hangover-heavy wakefulness. Jim groaned, rolling away from…
Read NowThe Midnight Man
Today marks my fortieth birthday on this Earth, and rather than contemplating how to deal with the typical, mid-life crisis, I’m deciding whether or not my time here has ended.…
Read NowBystanders of the Ritual
Growing up, my family used to joke that I slept so deeply even a brutal murder couldn’t wake me up. I now know that’s not true. Screams echoed through my…
Read NowDon’t Look at Me
I hold with the pillow around my head so she won’t hear me crying, and to block out the whispering.We moved out of the city a month ago; an old…
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Amongst the Wreckage
Martin Quinn was an unexceptional man. He was grateful for his life and his family and he knew he had no reason to complain. But deep down in his subconscious,…
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The Gravedigger Had an Odd Conversation
It was hardly past seven that morning when the Gravedigger saw the Earth stir. Fingers, rotted and skeletal, burst forth from the dirt, and with force they pulled their bodies…
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Hell’s Tour Guide – The Ninth Circle
Read Part one here Read Part two here You know that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach when you wake up after a night of alcohol-fuelled debauchery and…
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The Black Rock Chapel Horror Part 4
Read Part One here Read Part Two here Read Part Three here Inside the hallway to the sanctuary, the clutter of overturned mahogany and discarded crucifix trinkets littered the long…
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Faces in the Pumpkins
“She was right again.” Old Farmer Bill threw one more load of hay in the trailer.“I thought I’d be able to finish it today. Agnes knew what she was talking…
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I Think I’m Trapped in a Sitcom
Room 371. Some hotel near the Cape. I was on a business trip with my boss, closing in on the final set of investors we needed to launch our latest…
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I found a journal with the world’s secret inside… we’re our own worst enemy.
I stared into the mirror, watching myself closely. “Could I be imagining it?” I thought to myself. No, no way. I repositioned, watching every movement of my reflection carefully. It…
Read NowThe Curse Of Imagination
“Why does a writer write? Because they must.” -Anton Richards These words have been repeating in my head for the last week. They pound in my brain like a jackhammer.…
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I grew up in a small town with a bizarre annual ritual
As I write this, I’m sobering up from the bender to end all benders. It would be safe to say that I’ve finally hit rock bottom. For so many years…
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