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A Frog In The Terrarium
Zoe had not left her apartment in almost four months. The last time had been a Thursday, a trip to her primary physician to check up on a worrying rash…
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Martin pressed the record button on the handheld unit and held it close to his mouth as he ducked under the rope the patrol officers had strung between the trees.…
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The Thing That Will Kill Me
I grew up in a tiny town in Vermont. Tiny in terms of population, not size—there were huge sprawling farms and wooded areas, but almost no people. More cows than…
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The Bipolar Express
I wasn't the best behaved child a parent could hope for. I was selfish, greedy and hostile. Basic nightmare kid. I'd pitch fits when I didn't get my way, and…
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A Million Tinges of Red – NGC 1569
It was night and gloomy and somber and serene. There was the wardrobe in front of me and on its higher corners dust had gathered and yet within the somberness…
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The Man in the Attic
Mike and his mother Sarah lived in a sharply white two-story house about eight miles from the city and half a mile away from a red diner which worked throughout…
Read NowKillers for Sale
[Auctioneer] Greetings! Welcome to the Sweet Mercy Web Auction! I hope everyone is having a wonderful night – or day, pending your time zone. Thank you for joining us! Please,…
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In the Event of My Death
I inched forward on my belly, trying not to inhale any more of the musty, stagnant air than necessary. The darkness was so complete that it snuffed out the frail,…
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The Angels Burned Part 2
Read Part one here It was gearing up to be a long night. The place was packed two-deep with thirsty patrons, and our barback was nowhere in sight. I wouldn’t…
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Black Christmas
It was cold and dark that one wretched morning in the city of dead dreams. Dilapidated buildings, decadent sentries of another time, towered on either side of me as I…
Read NowIn the Bayou
If you want to understand why I left the place I was at, you're really just going to have to hear the entire story. You won't believe it, of course.…
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My DNA Genealogy Test Shattered Everything I Thought I Knew About My Life
I sat against the red and brown brick wall outside the police station, knees tucked into my chest. My heavy breaths clouded in front of me as the cold winter…
Read NowWalk The Path
Ilza walked at the center of the line, where the others could keep her between them. She was young for an elf, not yet into the fullness of her years,…
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Age 2 Garuk could not have been more than twenty months when his first memory took root, and even then it came back to him in fragments, the way the…
Read NowFeed The Throne
The bloody throne hall stank of wet iron and rot, and at the heart of it sat Kortul. She had taken her tusks years ago, ground the stumps smooth so…
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Her Horrific Inheritance
The envelope was thick, cream-colored, and addressed to me in elegant, unfamiliar script. It arrived on a day like any other – a Tuesday, rain slicking the windows of our…
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Santa’s Magic
The night of Christmas Eve 2008 is a blur, depending on how much medication I am given that day. I can avoid the nurses for a couple of hours, but…
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My Wife Has a Removable Face
Samantha told me about it on our third date. We were watching a movie on her couch when I made my move to kiss her. She whipped her hand in…
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Return To Northridge
This is a sequel to "Village in the Shadows." Please read that story first here. "How long has it been since you have been here?" Father Richard asked. Father Mathew…
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We’re all a little weird
"This shit always happens. First no service, and now no food," Teresa said, brow furrowed and pointing across the campfire before burying her face into her hands. "It's not my…
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Santa Saved Me
Hello, dear member of this marvelous community. You have no idea how relieved I am to find you; I need your help. You don’t know me, but please, hear my…
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NoEnd House
Let me start by saying that Peter Terry was addicted to heroin. We were friends in college and continued to be after I graduated. Notice that I said "I". He…
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Daddy’s Girl
After Momma got sick, Daddy didn’t act the same. He’d go off into their room and not come out for days. I was just thirteen at that time, but Daddy…
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