Rose Hill Place
April 11th Rose Hill Place was a rather indefinable place, all things considered. Nothing about it made it stand out to passersby,…
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If You Can’t See It
Every summer for a week, my grandparents would visit my family in New Orleans from Haiti. Making the nine-hour flight and thirty-minute…
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The Coral Ridge Bypass
I had always made it a point to avoid that isolated stretch of road like the plague. I’d heard so many stories…
Read NowDance of Flames
You're probably like me, skeptical of all things unexplained. Never in my life have I believed anything that doesn't have a logical…
Read NowLoss Alive
* Writer's note - Originally published 2006 in Dark Fire Fiction. I am the author and own the story rights. “It's time…
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My Mom Kidnapped Me, and I Only Found Out When She Died
Part 1 My mom died two weeks ago, and it’s safe to say I was devastated. I had been out for sunblock…
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Jesus Camp
I was raised Evangelical. Miraculous healing, speaking in tongues, God’s voice speaking through people, Jesus Camps, and Christian School. Yep. Christian School.…
Read NowWar of the Dead
The power does it to everyone. It corrupts us all, or at least those of us who embrace it. Although we dive…
Read NowWillow Lake
So, three friends and I decided we were going to camp out in this 30 acre sanctuary down the street from my…
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The Waving Girl
I’m writing this tonight in desperation. I need help. I need answers. I have seen her for as long as I can…
Read NowThe Sunday Special
Dan was sick of rural America. He wanted nothing more than to be back in Chicago, far away from anything resembling a…
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The Molendinar Burn
Jack Mckay huddled in the cold midnight street with a pale green sleeping bag encasing his lower half. Spindled trails of light…
Read NowYoung Love
She’s perfect. That’s all Matt could think as he sat on the bus throughout the entire, bumpy trip to the campground. He…
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It Escaped, I’m So Sorry
Breakfast today consisted of three apples, a bowl of oatmeal without milk, two slices of toast smothered in butter, and a glass…
Read NowLord of Lies
Note: Contains minor gore; please consider this alongside the plot setup (evident within the first sentence) as this may be a story…
Read NowKway Mool: The Monster
Returning from the vending machine, I would often linger outside of my grandmother's hospital room and watch my family before joining them.…
Read NowTo The Moon
Frank was strapped into his seat; he was one of the lucky ones. The trip was a way out, a way off…
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Whispers In The Dark
My name is Wess Kellerman and to save time, I will spare you all the agony of reading my whole life story…
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Do Not Enter 9 Twin Lakes Road
Personal journal entries of Chris Parker 3/14/2013 – 22:55 Today I arrived at Lakeworth. It was afternoon and I decided to buy…
Read NowAfter Hours
My eyelids were heavy and sandy, and they begged me for sleep. The conditions were perfect for it. The overhead lamps in…
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