“Unrequited” by Michael Balletti Cecil thought he and Arlene were destined to be together forever. After all, that’s what he screamed over and over the night...
“The Sea of Trees” by Cherish Larain Kari was the only visitor at the grave. She sat there with crossed legs, flowers, snacks, offerings, cleaning supplies,...
Last time on Feeding Frenzy… Lucille returned to her room to prepare for her departure. She bolted the dead bolt behind her and took inventory of...
“Here Today” by Harman Burgess Edward worked for the Fenton County Post Office. His job mostly consisted of standing in a small dark room sorting packages...
Last time on Feeding Frenzy… The whole of the flea market was coated in a thick layer of fine soot. Nothing looked as if it had...
“Truly A Monster” by Rachel Cubbage Yikes! That fire spell missed your head by no less than an inch. You knew you shouldn’t have snuck into...
Last time on Feeding Frenzy… Lucille woke to a rap on the door. “Hey’derr.” Tom’s voice echoed from the other side of her sanctuary. “Jus’ wanted...
Day 17 The cruiser screamed past the corner where they had paused. Dani had no way of knowing if the driver had seen her group, but...
“Love in the Age of the Inquisition” by Nathan Batchelor When the people want blood, you give them blood. And that day in the square of...
“The Grand Finale” by Liam Moran I’m one of the few who can honestly say they were there when the big change happened in the literary...
Last time on Feeding Frenzy… When Lucille awoke, it was dusk. She woke with a start, jolting upright with a sinking feeling of dread as if...
Day 17 Edgar cranked down the window, not all the way, but enough that he could fit his Glock and heavy hand outside. The two ghouls...
“Immaculate Conception” by Valter F. Machado (transcription obtained from Catherine Hider’s audio diary) The soul force I once had abandoned me at this fastidious hour, dragging...
The Death Door Stephanie Vitarelli The long and windy driveway trails up a small hill where a colonial mansion stands tall and stands alone, its four...
Last time on Feeding Frenzy… The next morning, the sun streaked into a small gap in the curtains reflecting off the minute specks of dust in...
“Expiration Dates” by Erik C. Martin “Mmm. I think this is the best coffee I’ve ever drank,” Heck said. His wife of a month, Cassidy, smiled....
Greg Turlock is a published poet, author and photographer. His credits include “Rivers of Life”, award-winning poem from the 2019 Lieutenant Governor of Alberta Arts Awards,...
Day 17 By the time Dani’s cart had clattered onto the asphalt her forearms were aching from having avoided the cart spilling down the grass and...
Last time on Feeding Frenzy… The motel room seemed decent enough. It was clean, although the air had a dank, stale quality about it. There were...
Greg Turlock is a published poet, author and photographer. His credits include “Rivers of Life”, award-winning poem from the 2019 Lieutenant Governor of Alberta Arts Awards,...