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    • Very nice. One of the most unique stories I've read on this site. Big fan of horror, but ...
      Daniel Craig Roche | 23Aug13 | More
    • Your poems are very creepy, but this is my favorite of them. You do horror very well.
      Echo | 15Mar13 | More
    • Thank you. Your compliment made me very happy and I'll certainly submit some more.
      Echo | 15Mar13 | More
    • This one grabbed my attention from the get go. Very captivating. It is in the tradition of Poe's ...
      Lucas Cumiford | 30Oct12 | More
    • I really like the creepy ending. Your use of repetitive phrases gives the verses a fluid meter that keeps ...
      Lucas Cumiford | 30Oct12 | More
    • I just happened to be scrolling through the necrology emails today and yours was the first story that captured my ...
      Lucas Cumiford | 30Oct12 | More
    • I look forward to all of your submissions
      Daniel Craig Roche | 29Oct12 | More
    • Daniel, Sorry about my belated response to your nice comment about my story Crow Land. I have been a little ...
      Lucas Cumiford | 26Oct12 | More
    • This is one of the better ones I have read in a while. Ending made me happy.
      Daniel Craig Roche | 24Oct12 | More
    • Very nice. I was rooting for the main character but I still appreciate the shocking conclusion.
      Troy Massie | 18Oct12 | More
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Body Bag

by Eric Bonholtzer   His wife was in the bag, well, what was left of her.  Vincent had been able to get rid of one of the hands when he’d stopped for gas, providing a very hungry and very scrawny dog with a decent meal, and he knew that if he could just make it [...]

18Sep2012 | | 3 comments | Continued

Summer’s Day

By Eric Bonholtzer     Summer was burning the ashes, watching intently as every trace of her boyfriend’s favorite blue shirt disappeared into the smoldering fire of burning leaves.  She thought about just how much her boyfriend loved that shirt, and smiled a little, the engraved brass buttons the only thing she ever liked about [...]

18Sep2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

Hands that Drip Blood

By David Seaborg The only reason that I needed to hire the Hands That Drip Blood was my misguided sex drive. Well, I might add to that my ignorance of the relationship of the object of my lust to a figure whose power exceeded his morality. The woman I pursued, whose name was Janie, was [...]

14Sep2012 | | 1 comment | Continued

Surroundings

By Troy Massie   Bob Lehring and his son Jimmy were on their way to Lake Fossil.  Bob and his family had not been well off financially ever since he had been laid off after the closing of the GM plant nearly a year ago.  Bob knew he had just enough money to show his [...]

11Sep2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

In Control

by Marc Colten   Jeffrey Gold sat in his doctor’s waiting room gently swinging the quart food saver bag with his pill bottles.   Even though this was the same office that had written all of his prescriptions they always asked him questions on dosage or how often he took the pills.  He never remembered them [...]

7Sep2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

The Starving Foundation

By Walter Kwiatkowski When the starving first appeared in the Pruit yard, passer byes stopped and stared, but most agreed they made good lawn ornaments. There were exactly two of these ornaments – tooth-pick thin with leathery skin, eyeballs rolled back into their heads, tongues lolling out of the side of their mouths. They stood [...]

5Sep2012 | | 1 comment | Continued

The Big Question

by Marc Colten   “How do you know if you’re crazy?”  Bob Lewis asked. The toaster seemed to think about it for a while, but didn’t answer.  He stared at it for a while longer, finally realizing that he had already unplugged it.  I probably should have asked it while the toast was cooking, he [...]

1Sep2012 | | 2 comments | Continued

Fear In The Hunting Camp

by Skook Chief Napoleon Bear Killer wasn’t really a Chief, but he looked the part and he scared most White men. He was tall with a face that was the color and texture of weathered leather in need of oil. A mustache drooping from the corners of the mouth gave him a sinister look, his [...]

30Aug2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

A Sense of Dread

By Thomas Spencer It started as a normal day, I guess, I awoke as I do most always. I made my sloth-like way out of my bed And trudged me down the hallway. I threw some water on my ungrateful face And went thru my each morning bathroom thing. After that I wandered to the [...]

27Aug2012 | | 1 comment | Continued

The Twisted Wish

By Thomas Spencer Countless years ago I made a pact With the one whose name I can’t reveal To trade off my soul for life everlasting At the time it seemed to be the perfect deal. For how could I ever forfeit my soul If I would never die I caught myself thinking of Dorian [...]

27Aug2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

While I Still had a Heart to Save

By Thomas Spencer Soon after the last tourist had scurried back home After autumn skies took a turn for the gray With the north wind in my hair And a nip in the air I quietly stole myself away. I found me a spot a ways back from the shore With an oak spreading out [...]

27Aug2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

The Green Monster

By Alan Scally   He had to take a shower at his gym since her body took up the entire bathtub. He could have pushed the corpse aside to take a shower, but it would have felt a little creepy. It was already odd to make excuses to her friends and her work why she [...]

24Aug2012 | | 1 comment | Continued

Horrified Hope

by Jason Ray Williamson ONE I remember vividly when the six o’clock news carried the story. Since I was the reporter who wrote it, I had inside information and special access–especially when we were all led into the witness room. I had never watched a man die before–let alone an innocent man. This was how [...]

21Aug2012 | | 1 comment | Continued

Child at Heart

By  Shawn O’Toole   Jack thought he was home, but when he went outside, he found himself in a school playground.  “Where am I?” He suddenly noticed children playing, and it felt as if they had been there all along.  One of the boys walked over to him and said, “You shouldn’t pretend when you [...]

17Aug2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

The Personate Neighbor

By Charles Carpenter Tarana picks up the clumps of body hair from the floor of the shower and drops them into the waste basket. Even with her long fingernails she is hardly ever able to pick it all up in its entirety, and consequently, approximately one-third of it goes down the drain, stopping it up [...]

15Aug2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

Tears

by T.K. Wade Timothy Lewis stood near the front door of his house. The seven-year-old clutched firmly to Mr. Grizzly, a black stuffed bear, as he watched his mother step briskly around the house. He was quiet for the most part. Jane Lewis was busy talking on her cell phone, and he did not want [...]

12Aug2012 | | 1 comment | Continued

Adrian Luckett’s Brother

By Philip Roberts      The story goes, as Adrian had read many times—and repeated himself to more than a few startled stares—that he was pulled from his dying mother’s womb in the middle of Grover’s Park just north of Belous. In the middle of the thick trees two police officers stumbled across the killers and [...]

10Aug2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

The Truth behond the Lies

By Joanne Myers   Laying the Norfolk Ghost to Rest As I drove from the Norfolk airport in my chartered car on that warm windy day in 2003, I steered toward Burnt Pine, the commercial hub of the Island.  It had been two years since I stepped foot on this small, but lush islet, one-thousand [...]

6Aug2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

The View From Above

By Dr. Mel Waldman The view from above the cityscape is vast. It moves and feeds my spirit. Yet my hazel eyes look south and touch the elongated Void, an unbearable emptiness mixed with metallic dust and human debris, rushing toward my private mansion like never-ending waves of desert dunes; and soon my house and [...]

1Aug2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

The Old Lady Eats Brother Anguish

By Dr. Mel Waldman After dark, the old cannibalistic lady craved blood and crushed bones. When she saw Brother Anguish, her twisted and gnarled psyche commanded her to obliterate the poor fellow, who stood about a foot smaller than she. Why? He was different. She liked him. She loathed him. He married her daughter who [...]

1Aug2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

The Shrink of Trauma City

By Dr. Mel Waldman We come from darkness, and like the lost sparks of creation, once contained in holy shells called kelipot that shattered during shevirat ha-kelim, “the breaking of the vessels,”   we are scattered across the antediluvian city.   We search for meaning. We collect and gather the sacred sparks of divine light. [...]

1Aug2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

Breakdown

By Dr. Mel Waldman The Dance of the Cosmos, phantom dancers pirouetting in outer/inner space, the grotesque, beautiful ghostly Dance of the Cosmos; Ghosts, eerie beings of the sad, fractured universe, becoming bizarre Beauties grasping and searching for the incomprehensible & Dancing in Chaos, evolving, dissolving in the Dance of Madness, vanishing in still life [...]

1Aug2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

The Shrink Wears Black

By Dr. Mel Waldman The shrink wears black and descends 18 stories below street level into the barren earth. Below human existence, he lives inside his underground tomb. Buried alive with freaks who come and go, he sits in the center of pitch-black madness, renounces his identity, submits to an egoless state of being, ponders [...]

1Aug2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

Trophy Wife

By John L. Campbell Everyone said she was crazy to marry Dean.  The newspapers called her Cooper IV.  Her mother, for whom marrying money was the greatest achievement a woman could hope for, expressed her fears and reservations.  Her girlfriends told her she was not only crazy, but stupid.  Even that detective from the District [...]

31Jul2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

Ten Rules of Walter

By John L. Campbell Walter followed the rules. He’d been doing it his entire life, careful to stay within the lines, keeping a low profile and staying out of trouble.  It didn’t make him particularly happy – that wasn’t a state he experienced often – but it avoided a lot of hell, and he supposed [...]

31Jul2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

A Simple Man

By Allyson B. Vaughan Al pumped the truck’s gas with his eyes trained on the spot of blood crusted on the frame of the station’s front door. His stare flickered to the man behind the steering wheel; did he see the spot? It was small, but it seemed sharp against the white paint. If Al [...]

30Jul2012 | | 1 comment | Continued

Alone in the World

By  Shawn O’Toole             One day, no one could find their pets or livestock.  People were surprised at not hearing or seeing a single bird or insect.  There were spider webs but no spiders.  Fishermen caught nothing at all.  Zoos and aquariums were empty of their exhibits.  Humanity was the only creature to be found.  [...]

27Jul2012 | | 1 comment | Continued

Aliens in the Woods

by Bonnie J. Martin Karen was certain that something was watching them from outside the circle of light the fire cast around their small campsite. She heard a sound coming from the darkness of the woods, something like a low exhale followed by a sharp snap. “There’s either a mountain lion or a serial killer [...]

24Jul2012 | | 1 comment | Continued

After the Big Dance

By Steve Andreorio Hubert was amazed at his exquisite luck. He had happened to be undergoing an MRI for a minor back problem when the super bomb hit the city. The MRI apparatus was located in the third sub-basement of the Memorial Hospital main building and, apart from a little rock and roll for the [...]

23Jul2012 | | 0 comments | Continued