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We Dream of the Quiet Dark
I crawl. Thirsty. Bitter. So bitter, but I must eat them. The things that grow. They came here in a recent time. The growths are bright. They have a neck,…
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Fang of the Mountain
Fang of the Mountain A foray into Horror by Stormy Strider There are things in this world, dark things. Things that the mind cannot fully process, and so it blocks…
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It Just Wants To Be Like Us
“Okay, Jonnathan, you ready?” He closed his eyes as he nodded and the gas started flowing. Slowly, he lost feeling in his mouth, becoming dazed in the process. Soon he…
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The Sky Giant
Rollercoasters. I hated them. I always did. When it came to school trips to the local theme parks, I always sat them out. I could enjoy the lazy rapids or…
Read NowThe Candle
She gave him the key as soon as he had walked in the door. It had been in a small box, wrapped up with a bow. He tried not to…
Read NowSquirt’s Blood
The frontier, that section of the world where the roots are soaked by blood and tears rather than rain. Grampa told many stories: the be the immortal, mist-swimming striga, the…
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Pastel Horrors
The Easter basket arrived this morning, though I live alone and ordered nothing. Inside, nestled amongst the garish plastic grass, wasn't chocolate, but a single, impossibly large, milky-white eye staring…
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From Where It Came
Hello Grandma, I am currently writing to you because I'm afraid that you are the last of my relatives who I believe will be willing to hear my story. You…
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The Yellow-Eyed Devils
Adventure. Adventure is what I craved. I wanted to gain the fruits of life that I had so long been denied in my youth—and, in those days, those fruits could…
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Spearhead Unlit Frontier
The message has been smuggled via a plaintext file saved to a MicroSD that I pray survives its trip to the surface. If the journalist or civilian receiving this can…
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I walked the Labyrinth and lived to tell the tale
I’m no hero – that much will become obvious as you read my account. In fact, I’m a coward…the type who always takes the easiest path. Left to my own…
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The Swirling Sulu Sea
Senior Officer Lucas Marquez paced the groaning deck of the San Juan Bautista. Darkness pressed in against the galleon from all four corners of his compass, as the ship rocked…
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The Kokopelli of the Black Mesa
Intense, sticky, long and uncommon are just a few words you could use to describe the summer I’ve been having. I don’t believe it to be an entirely unique experience,…
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Behind the Redwood Curtain
Behind the Redwood Curtain, the California I knew seemed to fall away. Off the PCH or 101, the scenery shifted from the billboards of the Bay Area, advertising marijuana or…
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The Heavy Man
I had first heard about the Heavy Man during an unpleasant encounter with a deranged lunatic. Of all nights to visit Sal's pub, I happened to go while HE was…
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Caged Animal
They say that when an animal is caged, the animal will go through several stages of acceptance. Firstly, they will explore their new environment, experiencing the dimensions of their space.…
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Red Eyes: A Mystery that terrorized a town
One - The town of Redding There are some things you should fear. Things that really go bump in the night. Just like there are some stories you should never…
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A Night at the Inwell House
A smile covers my face as I look up to see Emily looking down at me as I awake from my nap. I never really took work seriously, something she…
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Mr. Chickenhead Man
My eight-year-old daughter's screams pierce the quiet night as I check the time on my watch; it reads 10:12 pm. Anxious, I make my way to her bedroom and push…
Read NowThe Pencil Man
The cedar smoke from the campfire clutched at our lungs, a thick, gray shroud that seemed to isolate us from the rest of Camp Oakwood. I remember the heat on…
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The Choir of the Hollow Sky
As a devout Catholic, I had waited all my life for the Rapture. When it finally came, I realised the falsehood of my God. It was four days ago now,…
Read NowThe Woods Beyond Margaret Street
By the time Thomas Grady turned sixty-eight, most people on Margaret Street had stopped taking him seriously. They were polite about it, of course. Small towns tend to be. Neighbors…
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