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February 06, 2026
General Stories Thomas Turner

The Lost Williamsen

Coming back from Switzerland, after my wife died, was pretty hard, but I made it. When I landed in LaGuardia airport. I went to go get my luggage. That's where my brother Eddie was, to pick me up and to see the rest of the family. Eddie comes over to me and…
February 06, 2026
Horror Stories Tom Kropp

Killing & Carnage

The sun was a blood lurid red slipping below the jagged peaks of the Redmount Mountains. For Shannon, its fading light was not a promise of rest, but a countdown to her dark side.​ She pressed her spine against the damp, crumbling limestone of a marketplace…
February 06, 2026
Poetry Markus J

2 Aussie Limericks 2 Aussie Clerihews

once a aussie yobbo named pete who only wore thongs on his feet a bunion grew on his toes and a red wart on his nose over were his days at the beach ------------------------------------------------------ there once was a jackaroo who went by the name of blue…
February 02, 2026
Flash Fiction Matias Travieso-Diaz

My Second Middle Name

San Lázaro no quiere palabras, quiere hechos. Popular Cuban refrain A few hours after I was born, my parents had a conversation regarding my name. The usual practice in Cuba, as in many other countries, was that a baby would have two given names apart from…
February 02, 2026
General Stories Thomas Turner

Year One

T J Tuner, Sonny Turner and Curt Chown January 4, 1976- Ocean avenue, Brooklyn New York: Sonny and his wife are having coffee at 5pm Sunday. His wife’s name is Candy. This is when Candy asks ‘When are they picking you up?’ Sonny says ‘7:30 pm.’ Candy asks…
February 02, 2026
Horror Stories Tom Kropp

Werewolf Bar Brawl

Shannon returned to the main street and boldly approached the cantina. At the doorway, one of the burly guards boldly said, "We don't allow no outside whores in here. Only Diego's girls are allowed to work here." "Don't insult me. I'm not a whore. I just…
February 02, 2026
Flash Fiction Matias Travieso-Diaz

The Self-Serving Giraffe

Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live. Oscar Wilde Grumpff was a Somali giraffe male (Giraffa reticulata) in a herd that inhabited a dry savannah in northern Kenya. He was eighteen feet tall and two…
February 02, 2026
Poetry Markus J

An Aussie Had A Barry Crocker

once an Aussie had a Barry Crocker when he got fined from an angry copper he smoked up his golden ute then said it was real beaut because of this, the fine was made double and his best mate was nicked named blue cooked kangaroo and emu stew gave none to…
February 02, 2026
Crime Stories Shane Horton

Super Detectives (Queen Bee)

The smoke of my cigarette dances on the fire of its embers while I breathe in the tar. Chills silently run along my body from the slow breezes of the city. Exposed skin is cold like chunks of ice from the late winter. Honking, common yelling, and occasional…
February 02, 2026
Science Fiction Stories Tom Kropp

Eye Of The Cyborg

Fierce winds whipped across the blood red desert of Dumar and its stormy scarlet skies were filled with soaring starships. A large city sparkled in the hellish light, safe from the storm behind flickering photonic forcefields. It was a volatile planet prone…
January 27, 2026
General Stories J.P. Young

Bittersweet Christmastide In A Winter Wonderland

“Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.” ― Percy Bysshe Shelley “It”s always sumtin”, ain”t it?” – Rico Long ago and far away…Things were like the good old days…and as Rico said, Ray lived for the good olddays…As his wife Katrina was working late at…
January 27, 2026
Fantasy Stories Fayaway & Hermester Barrington

Three Days' Flight to Mitrúvishar

Wednesday, November 20th, 2024 From: John Parchment <dragonwriter@mitruvishar.com> To: Emmett Zuntz <ezuntz@majicorpmedia.com> Dear Mr. Zuntz, thou ASCII Mephistopheles, I hereby tender my resignation to Majicorp Media. When I left my secure-but-boring…

Alice sprinted down the dimly lit hall of the long forgotten building. The walls were scratched to pieces and the hardwood floors were covered in dents and scrapes. She didn’t quite know what was chasing her, but she did know running was her only shot at salvation.

Ever since that strange telephone call things had been “different”. As if no matter how far she had gone, it was watching.

The closet door creaked as she opened it to hide. Thump…….. Thump…….. Thump….... The noises were about 6 feet to her left. Alice’s heartbeat quickened as the sounds got closer to the door. Thump……... Thump…... Thump……... It sounded so close, as if she could reach out her hand and touch it. Cold. So very very cold. Shivers crawled down Alice’s spine, like the touch of death was waiting outside that ventilated wooden door. She quieted down and started to listen. Thump….... Thump…….... Thump…….... It sounded a few feet to her right. Her instincts told her to look through the wooden bars covering the door. She gazed through the cracks and saw nothing but empty hallway. The lights were flickering but it seemed as though the “man” had walked right past her. The door creaked once more as Alice opened the closet with the utmost of care.

That’s when it happened. The flashbacks, only bits and pieces of distorted memories. Faint screams and yells of panic as they all encountered the same fate. Each and every one of them met the darkness before their lives were silenced by the night. Never more than one or two at a time. And always finishing its victims. Bodies never found. People missing from all over the state. Alice was the last one left. Before it started anew.

As she placed her feet firmly on the unstable wooden floor of the makeshift balcony, the lights continued to flicker. Her silhouette was being cast from the dim light hanging from the ceiling boards. Alice began to slowly turn around when she noticed another shadow over casting her own. It was at this moment that she knew, it was all over.

As she spun around to face it, the man punched her in the gut with enough force to break two ribs. The agony and the heat of the injury washed over her like concrete on a road. Without hesitation he wrapped his hand around Alice’s neck, lifting her off the ground about an inch. Breathing was becoming more and more difficult. Her vision was fading but with each dying breath came new sights. Until she took her final breath. Alice had to try something to get out otherwise… She placed her teeth on his knuckles and bit down as hard as she could until she could taste a hint of blood. The man had no reaction of pain but instead he lifted her higher and threw her over the railings of the makeshift balcony. Sending her plummeting towards the front door. On impact she had broken at least three more ribs. But the exit was now right in front of her. Alice struggled to get to her knees. Attempting to maintain her balance she took a small step forward. Pain flared through her right leg and she collapsed. Looking down she could see part of her shin bone. There was no way of walking out. Alice started to crawl towards the exit inching forward ever so slightly but just enough to give her hope. Foomp. As the man landed he began to move toward Alice, sending her into a panic. Flailing and screaming over took her sense of logic. He grabbed her ankles with his rough bony hands and started pulling her backwards in the direction of the basement. The last thing Alice heard was the sound of her fingernails screeching as she dug into the floor; as she was slowly dragged into the dark of the night.

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Bio:

 

I live in B.C, Canada, and I enjoy invoking the anxiety and the adrenaline rush that you can get only from reading good horror stories. I enjoy putting great detail into my work and really like setting the scene. I write mostly for fun but i hope to one day direct my own horror film for the big screen.

 

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