Horror
The Silver Lance. Content Warning.
The Moon Flower — Moonlit Conversation, in Wolf-form — The air was thick with pine sap and wolf sweat from running free. They lay in the clearing, flanks heaving, steam rising from their bodies in the cold. Not human. Not beast. Both. Enough of each to speak — not with mouths, but something deeper. A language pulled from the marrow, shaped in thought and breath.
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Chapters
States of Grace
The cursor blinked on Grace’s monitor, steady, smug, like it had all the time in the world. She scrolled back up through the fifty-page document she’d been assigned that morning: “User Installation and Configuration Guidelines for the QuantumNet v4.2 Modular Router System.” Every line was a battlefield of passive voice and jargon.
By Mark Stigers about a year ago in Chapters
End of Man Chapter 2 - James
Chapter 2: James The raucous laughter and banter coming from the other passengers in the car belied the anxiety that James felt. There were four in total, including himself, riding in the gaudy red sports car they had boosted from a parking garage earlier that day. In an attempt to quell the anxiety tumbling around in his stomach, James tried to catch what was coming through the radio. It was difficult given that he was in the back seat and had to try to catch what was being said through the other's boisterousness.
By Chris Santiagoabout a year ago in Chapters










