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January 01, 2020
Romance Stories P.D. Ravel

What I Always Dreamed

I can feel you through my skin. You are the one who dictates my feelings, the one who knows all my fears, and the one who makes me recognize that I like this man next to me. But what you don’t quite understand is that in this reality you are not the only one…
January 01, 2020
Fantasy Stories Tom Sheehan

Work of Ages, Work of Comets

The tip of the shovel had talked to him with a dull thud, not just through his ears, but totally. It came into his hands and up the stiffness of his arms, through the quick riot of nerves on red alert, through all passageways of recognition. It was wood! At…
December 29, 2019
Mystery Stories Christian Mc Culloch

The Changing Tide

The bell on the tramp steamer called out into the thick fog. A single bell from the buoy off to starboard replied. Somewhere there were stars beyond the grey blanket. The ship nosed forward. The bells spoke to each other. Mor'thn Weeds pulled the collar of…
December 29, 2019
General Stories Alan Peat

The Belated Present

I know he’s here somewhere on what I call my Restitution List. E, F, ah here we go the G’s. Glockner, Gobomo, Gomez, Greengrass. Gerald Greengrass. Present wrapped all ready for transit. Special delivery. Job almost done. Maybe I should explain what my…
December 29, 2019
Mystery Stories Bruce Stirling


Wyoming, 1905 Sam built up the fire, then hit the blanket. He was drifting off when he heard a low rumbling off in the distance. He grabbed his Winchester and scrambled up to the top of a low ridge. From there, with the sun sinking low, he took in the…
December 29, 2019
General Stories Jason Reed

On Love and Death

Part 1 At ninety-five George's knees supplied defiant resistance whenever he went upstairs. This morning was no different but here he was at the top landing - surveying the hall and doorways for a clue as to why he was up there. "Glasses!" He said with a snap…
December 29, 2019
General Stories W. Giersbach

Working Woman's Wife

I couldn’t get rid of the vendor on line 1, there was a call hanging on line 2, I was ten minutes late for a conference call from Tokyo, and the Senior VP of Finance was tapping his foot in my doorway. Worse, I had just spilled a four dollar latte on my white…
December 29, 2019
Flash Fiction André Goiuyneau

The Sock

Dear Madam, Further to your advertisement, and having myself lost a sock one day, I can reveal all the consequences of this loss to you. I searched for the lost one, its sister in my hand, until weary of the battle I sat down, thoughtful. Why did I not just…
July 10, 2019
Romance Stories John L.Yelavich

Saccharine Smiles and Sandpaper Personalities

What is the most powerful force in the universe? Is it atomic fusion, military might, volcanoes, tsunamis or any other natural disaster? No, they are not. None of them can create havoc and paranoia in man any more than love can. Yes, love is the force that is…
July 10, 2019
Crime Stories J.B.Stevens

A Good Man

Jimmy hated feeling the delicate orbital bones splinter, but he didn’t have a choice. He needed to be free. It was unfortunate. Just the wrong place, wrong time. If he was out he could send money to Sarah. That’s what all this was all about, helping his…
July 10, 2019
Fantasy Stories Roger Ley

Turing Test

Mr Riley liked to start his day in the library. It was a short walk from his house and conveniently situated at the top of the main street in the Suffolk market town that he and his wife had retired to. When they’d first arrived, he’d joined the local writing…
July 10, 2019
Romance Stories Patric Quinn

Where or When

The front doorbell sounded its gentle Westminster Chimes and the thumping on the door started before Hazel even put her pen down on the papers she was working on intently. More curious than annoyed, she stopped writing, shrugged and started for the door.…



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.





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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