“Monsters” by Linda M. Crate Judy breathed in heavily. She hated that the council had decided she was the one to do this. When she had...
“Nigh” by Berni E. Carrol ‘You’ll die in the ocean,’ the fortune cookie reads and as the table laughs while sharing their own, my breath catches...
“Hide and Seek” by Chloe Ballew I stood on the edge, tremors racking my body. My best friend bet me he could beat me in a...
“Burst” by Gordon Blitz The flat Santa Fe skyline painted our drive from Albuquerque. The volcanic red pressed against the dark highway as we stare beyond...
“From The Papers of AvH” by Kathy Sherwood Of all my experiences and studies of the undead, the first time I encountered them face-to-face has haunted...
“Where All The Deadbeats Go” by Jenni Chavis I roll over and stretch. A drop of water lands on my forehead. My mind is thick with...
“When The Sun Sets In The East” by Kate Alsbury Around this time of August, I always find myself wandering back to that strange event of...
“Orisha” by Michael Washburn The doorbell rang. Mary Rowland put down her newspaper, walked to the front door of her father’s spacious house, and opened it....
“The River” by Matthew Penwell “This place is beautiful,” Roger said. “I spent a lot of time here when I was a kid. It was,”...
“Strzyga” by Tabatha Jenkins The halfhearted glow of the bathroom light pushed the veil of darkness into the corners of the room so that she could...
“Demon Tree” by Chris Saunders It had been years since Taylor had done this walk, and boy was he starting to feel it. He must have...
“That Second Chance” by Trisha McKee Tessa escaped to the smaller family room, not bothering to turn on any lights. She removed the headband with the...
“Mad Dog” by Kristin Harley “Stop screaming, Karen!” hissed Stephen Jeffries. “It’s not as if he’s sprouted fur, or a tail.” He cradled his son’s...
“Hunting Season” by Nick Roberts Barren McNeil had always been good with a gun. Ever since he was eight years old and his father took him...
“Just for Laughs” by Liam Moran I swear when I told Pretty-boy Pete this, he nearly lost his shit. My dad’s all stern—he’s got...
Low Pressure by Martin Toman Phillip drove without thinking. He looked squarely ahead at the strip of bitumen, a single carriageway heading away from the small...
On Your Life by Julia Wren “Ready in 5…4…3…2…” a younger woman with a raspy voice in an all-black outfit says to a crew member...
Among The Flayed by Ben Spencer Mygento sold their agrochemical seed steroid under the trade name “Sorocom,” but after a year on the market, a period...
Hazzard Manor by Dawn Coen It was a cold December morning in Los Angeles. The sort that made Margaret grateful she no longer lived in the...
Beach House by Jack Wildern I lay in bed listening to the wind push itself through the walls. As if the bricks have holes in them....