Kyle Wassing (He/Him) is an aspiring author who lives in Minnesota with his wife Jess and rescue dog Cooper. When not writing dark and ominous horror short stories, he and his wife enjoy recording their comedy podcast Passive Aggression.
There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. But with spreading rumors follows spreading radicalistic behavior and soon the town of Carriton Valley was flooded with factions of witch hunters. These Dragons were not the leathery, winged beasts of legends rather the title the more ruthless factions in Carriton called themselves.
The Run of Charles Emerson
The time is 4:58 am. The farce that is Charles Emerson’s alarm isn’t set to go off for another one minute and thirty-nine seconds. It was almost twenty years ago when he last heard the screeching of this alarm clock. Okay actually it has been exactly seventeen years, two months and twenty-eight days since Charles needed the thing to wake up. Accurate statistics are important to Charles Emerson no matter how trivial they may seem to others.
The Stranger on the Stool
Just one drink I think as I find myself pushing open the door to Overtime, the bar on the corner of West Seventh and St. Clair Ave. The patrons, already hiding in their drinks, turn to see me join their numbers. One man, plump and red faced, looks to have been over served already. Old yellow stains ran down the front of his once white V-neck undershirt, he sways on his stool, almost to the point of tipping off. I slip onto an open leather clad stool at the opposite end of the long skinny bar from the drunk man. I have just enough time to admire the shined finish on the cracked and well-worn mahogany slab when the bartender throws down a cocktail napkin.