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I Was Featured On An Unaired Episode Of ‘Unsolved Mysteries’
Like the title says, I’m pretty sure I saw myself on an old episode of the original version of ‘Unsolved Mysteries’. So, I know I’m not the only who spends…
Read NowA Real Head-Turner
It took him six blocks to realize he was being followed. He was an office worker in the city. He spent his days sitting down, hunched over stacks of paperwork…
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Abuela’s Recipe
When I first moved out on my own, my mom handed me a small, weathered recipe book. Its cover was cracked and faded, the pages yellowed with age. She held…
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AT NIGHTFALL
The sun was slowly setting behind us, painting the sky in dull shades of gray and yellow, as the cold wind blew. Teresa walked with her head down, silent, right…
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The Call of Two Waterslides
Have you ever felt your whole existence pivot around a single idea? An idea that starts as nothing, a mere passing thought, one of thousands experienced every day. An idea…
Read NowThe Sugar Room
The first time I dreamed of Rose, I didn’t think it mattered. I’m not the kind of person who reads into dreams. I’m practical, tired, the sort of man who…
Read NowMr Conrad’s Final Tale
I am certain that my fascination with the gone and forgotten stems from my own fear of impermanence. Leaving something behind when I am gone is of utmost importance to…
Read NowThe Best Father’s Day Catch
The campfire crackled, sending orange sparks up into the heavy canopy of pines. The night was thick and dark, smelling of pine needles, river mud, and burnt marshmallows. Five boys…
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Captain Jack
The following are journal excerpts taken from four in-resident counselors working a summer camp in coastal Georgia (c.2012). All entries are transcribed wholly and completely unfiltered. * James - 7/1/2012…
Read NowGodless Acres
I don’t know what I saw in that damn chapel. I don’t even know if it was real or not. I sure as hell hope not. So, I came here…
Read NowWinter Doldrums
The air was foggy, so much so I was barely able to see my hand before my eyes. The mist surrounding me was dense and the heat added to my…
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The Weaver
My vision was hazy. I could feel warm liquid trickling down my forehead as I attempted to lift my head. The car’s blinker thundered inside of me like a heavy…
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It Likes Chicken Best
“Maya!” Natalie said as she walked through the door, grocery bags in either hand. “Maya, Peter, we’re home!”She walked into the kitchen, placing the bags on the counter as Logan…
Read NowForty-Eights Hours To Remember
I sighed and entered my key into the slot of my apartment doorknob. The grooves and divots slid into place and clicked. As I turned the lock, something caught my…
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Tonight’s Entertainment
In the dark of the night, little children often feel as if they see demons in their closet, and as if someone is watching them. The inky blackness of the…
Read NowI Found My Friend in the Woods
I have been lucky enough to have lived a relatively full life. I have travelled far and wide - from the rainy cobbled streets of London to the jagged peaks…
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My Neighbor Likes to Cross-Stitch
Across the street, there is a petite little blue house. White trim, picket fence. It’s the cliché fairy tale home you read in the storybooks. I can see it through…
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Father’s Day
Father's Day Howard Simpkin was a quiet man, a nice man, everybody said so. Who could have foreseen the future? Howard grew up in the small town of Dakenby, the…
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 NowHave You Heard Of The Madam?
In December of 2015, Marceline Nightingale was declared missing. The lack of evidence, like many other older cases in this town, entices me. Maybe if this one could be solved…
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Driving Thunder
Lane Brandon cursed himself for remembering. Out here, it was easy not to. Freight trains, barrooms, cathouses, jailhouses – all those belonged back in Denver. He’d come west to rope…
Read NowThe Ceiling
I’ve probably mentioned it already, but y’know, it’s that time of year again. And, honestly, I only met him twice. But my buddy Jon got the lowdown — said he…
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