“At the End of This Cold, Dark Night”
As I lock the last of the plaza’s doors, I see them there like shadows, two men following me in the dead of night. I see their guns and the menacing looks in their eyes. So when I get to my car, I act...
View Article“The Second Shortest Zombie Story”
The foreman dragged his ladder over to the sign, unhooking the “7” and dropping it to the factory floor. He left a zero swinging above “…Days Since Our Last Work-Related Fatality.” The next morning,...
View Article“A Man In An Angel Costume”
Down the road came a man dressed as an angel, a dog named Wolf, and an actual angel in the body of a cat. The man came by his angel costume—which was a lab coat with cardboard wings sprinkled with...
View Article“Lost John”
After his first week logging the tall pines of South Carolina in the dead of summer, Adam knew what bits of chicken must’ve felt like swimming in his Nana’s noodle soup. The August heat was thick,...
View Article“Almost”
The sheets were cold. She had been curled in them all day, encased in a satin cocoon as autumn storms rolled over the hills. Her hands, lavender blossoms withered in the chill night air, were twisted...
View Article“Eye of the Beholder”
I can’t get the sight out of my head, that awful white orb staring up at me. No iris, just an inky blotch which I suppose was its pupil. Every time I close my eyes it’s there, taunting me, just like...
View Article“Deep, Deep Down”
When Benjamin Wilde died, he found the afterlife, such as it was, at first surprising, then troubling, then, to pun, which he would never have sunk to in life, hellish. A psychologist with a thriving...
View Article“Lighting Up”
I don’t know why I come to these parties. They’re always the same. The regulation mix of dull students auditioning the latest haircut and talking the latest crap. The same throbbing, monotonous music...
View Article“The Thud”
The wind slid through the moonroof like silk, the falling sun cast a shroud of yellow, and the elongated shadow of the car flickered against the ragged foliage. Snakelike, the entombed highway twisted...
View Article“Rainmaker”
Don went behind the barn to check the cistern. He knew it was foolish to think it had filled overnight. Even the desert succulents planted along the side of the house were withered and dry. Already the...
View Article“Creatures of the Night”
“Wanking. Now there’s a great idea,” Jenkins thought. He was lying in bed, idly playing with his early morning erection, feeling it flop from side to side, no great urge to force the pace, not yet....
View Article“Jeremy”
Jeremy needed to use the bathroom. He could no longer convince himself he could wait until lunchtime. His bladder pulsed, almost painfully; he could feel it bulging, expanding. He had to go—now! He...
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