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December 04, 2025
Horror Stories Alizah Zaidi

The Apartment That Remembers

Elias Trent signed the lease for Apartment 4B on a damp Sunday morning in October—one of those mornings when the sky felt heavy with secrets. He had moved to Hawthorne City for a fresh start, a quieter life, and an escape from the noise of the world. The…
December 04, 2025
General Stories Ben Macnair

The Silent City

John awoke not with a jump, but with a profound, unsettling lack of noise. Usually, Tuesdays in his high-rise apartment were an orchestral assault: the insistent moan of the sanitation truck, the 7:05 a.m. argument between Mrs. Petrovich and her potted fig…
December 04, 2025
Crime Stories Ben Macnair

The Shoplifter

The city was a bruise, the sky a bruised purple at dawn, bleeding into a sickly yellow by noon. Sarah knew its various shades intimately, mostly from beneath the hoods of stolen jackets or the weak, flickering bulbs of forgotten alleyways. She was a ghost in…
December 04, 2025
General Stories Tom Kropp

Shannon's Date

Recently I testified at a murder trial. My big brown Quarter Horse named Buster snorted and stomped his hoof with clear protest at the prospect of moving farther into the forest patch. It was a cool September evening with the sun slipping over the horizon in…
December 04, 2025
Crime Stories Tom Kropp

Astral Homicide Hunter

Scot put his back to the hall wall and shifted to see all three members of the football team as they approached. All three football heroes stood over six foot tall and weighed over 200 pounds. In contrast, Scot was short and only weighed 165 pounds. His small…
December 04, 2025
Flash Fiction Ben Macnair

The Mirror

Laura stepped into the pulsating nightclub, the bass thudding through her chest like a primal heartbeat. At 29, she had seen her share of wild nights, but tonight something felt different. The air was thick with smoke and neon haze, and the crowd swirled…
December 04, 2025
Crime Stories Ben Macnair

The Shoelace

The field was a tapestry of amber and gold, the dying grass whispering secrets to the wind. It was a beautiful place, usually. But not today. Today, it was a crime scene. And among the scattered debris of a struggle, a single, mundane object held a chilling…
December 04, 2025
Poetry Markus J

When Santa Comes Downunder

when santa comes down under- he would leave behind snow and thunder. he would cross scenic beaches of golden sand- instead of crossing an ice and snow covered land. he`ll would fly over dirt river beds dry- while constantly swatting away a fly. would he swap…
December 04, 2025
Romance Stories Anthony L

Mr Big

Scotty Biggs lived his life like most people. He lived in New York, in a small apartment above a little bodega that one of his friends still owns. His routine was familiar: wake up too early, make breakfast, hit the gym, work, go home, repeat. His friends…
December 04, 2025
General Stories Ben Macnair

Subjects

The air crackled with a synthetic euphoria, a blinding kaleidoscope of LED lights and projected confetti. Rex Sterling, a man carved from polished charisma and a thousand-watt smile, strutted across the stage of "The Gauntlet of Fortune." His voice, a booming…
December 04, 2025
Romance Stories Alizah Zaidi

Love In The Letters

There was something about the writing cabin at the edge of Windmere Lake that felt suspended in time. The locals said that the cabin had heard more confessions than the village chapel and held more secrets than the town library. It sat halfway into the woods,…
December 04, 2025
Crime Stories Ben Macnair

The Photograph

The air in the abandoned Jones house tasted of fine dust and forgotten dreams. Detective Miles Corbin pushed open a warped door, the groan of protesting wood echoing through the desolate silence. Sunlight, fractured by grimy windows, painted stripes across a…

Whizbang the magnificent, he had added 'the magnificent' himself, had finally done it. After years of searching and studying he had discovered a spell that would transform him into the most powerful wizard that ever existed.

Now Whizbang was not, at present, a great wizard. He had some control over weather, and he was quite adept at handling lightning, but he dreamed of being WHIZBANG THE ALL-POWERFUL! He already had business cards printed, with bold lettering.

Yet it seemed, after years of searching through dusty old tomes, he had done it. It was surprisingly simple; the spell, found under the listing of 'Spell to become all-powerful', consisted of only three magic words and a lot of energy. The energy Whizbang could provide by using lightning. The three magic words he had committed to memory, 'flauff' which would force the energy to obey Whizbang, 'eebun', which would transform Whizbang’s mortal body into an all-powerful form, and finally 'nee', which would bind the spell forever. Whizbang was careful with the magic words; it would be dangerous to use them too soon.

One day, and not a day too soon, Whizbang felt he was ready. He stepped outside his humble cottage and called the storm. The skies darkened, black clouds rolling in to cover the sun. The wind began to swirl, thunder began booming loudly enough to nearly deafen Whizbang. Lightning flashed from cloud to cloud, but Whizbang held the lightning at bay until such time as he would need it.

He confidently stepped into a carefully drawn pentagram on the ground and waited for the lightning to build a bit longer. Rain began to fall sideways blown by the swirling vortex of wind. The sky was as dark as midnight, lit sporadically by the ever brighter flashes of lighting.

Whizbang raised his hand to the sky and called the first magic word....."FLAUFF!" The rain ceased immediately. Whizbang grinned and called the second magic word....."EEBUN!" The wind stopped as though it had hit a wall. Whizbang now called down the lightning. As the powerful bolt hit his hand, he called the last magic word to seal the spell....."NEE!"

Whizbang was illuminated by the bright bolt of lightning and he could feel the transformation beginning. Again Whizbang called the three powerful words....."FLAUFF!  EEBUN!  NEE!"

The flash from the lightning was seen from three kingdoms away. The clouds rolled swiftly away and a beam of sunlight illuminated the pentagram.

There, sitting in the center of the pentagram, was a small, pink, fluffy bunny.

The bunny twitched its nose twice and then spoke in Whizbang's voice......."Damn!"

Some wizards have a very twisted sense of humor.

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I have been writing in one form or another for over 40 years. I grew up in a small town with few distractions for teenagers and I turned to reading and then writing. I write mostly poetry and short fiction.

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