Suppertime by Mark Manifesto
Suppertime by Mark Manifesto If names bring the unspoken to life, the doctor had given Arthur arthritis. No matter how often he sealed the walls, dust always found a way in to blanket the...
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Dark Skies and Bloody Stars by Joe Struvallo
Dark Skies and Bloody Stars by Joe Struvallo Stu knelt beside the first body. The shooter had used a full choke, buckshot striking between the shoulder blades as a single clump. The corpse, hands...
‘Sleep Like the Undead’ Mattress and Bedding by Megan Moreland
‘Sleep Like the Undead’ Mattress and Bedding by Megan Moreland Everything is going according to plan. I switched shifts with Victoria so I could do patrols with Shaan. Which, in and of itself is...
The Cold Light of Autumn by Billy Ramone
The Cold Light of Autumn by Billy Ramone Benny’s family had a cabin down in the Hocking Hills.I’d never been there, but I’d heard it was nice. So when he asked if I wanted...
The Poor Witch by Michael Fowler
The Poor Witch by Michael Fowler “Will we fly out?” I asked old witch Maggid. Maggid had told me that we were going to foil an upstart witch in Kentucky—the reckless sorceress had made...
Blood Trail by Gregory Meece
Blood Trail by Gregory Meece Urban living offers advantages, like proximity to work and a vibrant lifestyle. However, after a decade of noise and crime, Robin and I yearned for serenity and safety. Our...
De Draconibus Americanis by C. Breeze
De Draconibus AmericanisJournals on the Subject of North American Dragonsby C. Breeze FOREWORDWhat follows are pages recovered from the personal journal of Francis Hildebrand, renown explorer and draco-herpetologist of international fame. His work on...
Hidden Rhythm by Nemo Arator
Hidden Rhythm by Nemo Arator It is indeed true that when the apocalypse happened, I was glad to be living on the farm, safely far away from the city when things went to shit...
The Soldier’s Return by Shelley K. Davenport
The Soldier’s Return by Shelley K. Davenport There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, ’tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be...
Flies in the Face of Greed by Mark Manifesto
Flies in the Face of Greed by Mark Manifesto “Sa-má, Baalar. Sa-má, Baalar,” Araceli chanted to the candles across the floor. Liquid wax sealed them to the perimeter of the ideogram around the knife-pinned...
