Frank woke up sweating again, five minutes before his alarm went off. He couldnโ€™t remember much about the dream, just some green grass and maybe a half wall of reinforced concrete. There were no noticeable aspects of the dream that led reasonably to his feeling...

He was running. He had to avoid detection. He was Test Subject 27-B. Heading back was no longer an option. His name was Daniel, but that didn't matter, no one ever used names, not even the Civil Protection Officers. He ran along a wall near...

It was 4:03 in the morning and I woke up screaming. It was my dream. In my dream, I watched everyone I ever knew or loved be killed by the creature. It had a short fat body, and long slender arms, which ended with claws...

When people are born blind, their minds never capture the visual stigmas that are necessary for dreams to be created. As a result, these individuals are eternally destitute of sight and stricken to experience only their other four senses while asleep. Some of these people...

Silence. Silence was uncomfortable, and Amy didnโ€™t like it. Fingers nimbly tap-tapped across black and white keys as she typed up what she hoped would be a phenomenal English essay. She rubbed her tired eyes and sighed, straining to see what she had just typed...

It seemed especially hot there in the middle of a mass of vehicles of all shapes and sizes, from all around the country. It was a miniature city of heat and exhaust fumes within the city itself. Not the most wonderful place in the world,...

The tipper tapper of a finger echoes through the small dark room. Sometimes even whispers bounce off the walls from other rooms, whispers that do not make sense to me. I would hear things like, "Stop it, he'll see us" and "Quickly, don't trust him" or just the moans of...

Iโ€™m pretty bad about changing light bulbs. If thereโ€™s any possible way I can put it off, I will. Thereโ€™s probably some psychoanalytical explanation for it, dating back to when I was a little girl and I grabbed one while it was still hot,...

After staring at a laminate television in the dark, I start to get sleepy. My eyes droop and the feeling of my body in unconsciousness starts to take its toll. Like a trance with my brain buzzing and my mouth hanging slightly open. I remember that...

I watch the horror film that is news, every single fucking day. I have, shall we say, an unhealthy obsession, with knowledge, and subsequently the โ€˜knowledgeโ€™ provided by my television screen. I just cannot seem to ignore it; I suppose this is due to my...

I am walking in a thick, swirling, yellow haze. Struck with an overwhelming nausea, I sink to the ground and vomit viscous bile. I'm surrounded by figures that are tall and distorted, almost like shadows on a wall. They have elongated faces and their...

โ€œFUCK, FUCK, FUCK!โ€ I yell out, sweat pouring down my face as I melt away from the stress of the situation. There is my mother, my perfect, caring and understanding mother, lying on the floor semi-conscious after the nasty fall she just had. I turn...

Hello, my name's Charlie Ipstien. Dorky, I know. But Iโ€™m better known as โ€˜Chipsโ€™ by my familiar. I ainโ€™t a classy guy, a lowlife thug people call me. And I admit it. Canโ€™t really blame myself though. It was where I was damn raised. Messed...

I was only nineteen years old - prime of my life Iโ€™ve been told - and I had just been thrust into the world of learning labeled college. All sorts of new experiences and new ideas, books and articles, beer and women. The typical undergraduate...