Marc Colten

Desert Flower

By Marc Colten In his teens Jack Cohen had felt incredibly superior to the grease stained kids who dropped out of Andrew Jackson High to go to the local Vo-Tech. Vo-Tech’s were considered the lowest of the low, even lower than the “special schools” because at least those kids were retarded. The kids who went [...]

19Jan2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

Last Rites

by Marc Colten Cathy Epstein could not resist relocating some of the floral offerings. Since some people had so many, while others seemed to have been forgotten, it didn’t seem wrong to take a few flowers from one to leave for someone else, at least those she could reach. It had never bothered Cathy that [...]

24Mar2011 | | 0 comments | Continued

This Side of the Barrier

By Marc Colten There was not a sound in the room, other than the voices of the speakers. No humming from the cold lighting or the sound of the air being recycled. The cameras and microphones recording the session were behind the walls, undetectable from inside. The interview room was illuminated to a uniform glow; [...]

17Jan2011 | | 0 comments | Continued

Blood Oath

By Marc Colten It was in the early 1980′s, as the full horror of what had actually taken place in Viet-Nam began to surface, that Ted Boyd first saw the name of his old friend in the newspaper. Captain Philip Crane’s name would appear more and more often through the next few years as the [...]

10Jan2011 | | 0 comments | Continued

Happy Holidays

By Marc Colten Thanksgiving just wasn’t as much fun now that the dead had come back to life. The kids huddled in the middle of the living room behind the closed drapes so they could not see the corpses of Grandma and Grandpa Van Dyke who were still knocking on the front door and rattling [...]

1Oct2010 | | 0 comments | Continued

The Shortest Horror Story I’ve Ever Written

By Marc Colten “So,” his “mother” said when she came in to tuck him into bed, “you’re now the last human on Earth since we’ve killed off everyone else and replaced them with duplicates.  We spared you, until now, so we could devour your living flesh at our victory feast, but now we can’t since [...]

8Mar2010 | | 0 comments | Continued

Please Allow Me To Introduce Myself

By Marc Colten Charlie Peterson was our office “money man” (every office has one). All he thought about, or at least talked about, was how he was going to be rich someday. The rest of us hoped for, at best, a comfortable retirement, either through pensions, 401(k)s, IRAs or possibly the lottery, which was the [...]

31Jan2010 | | 0 comments | Continued