Short Story
Sins of the Father
You hear a loud crash from above. It sounds vaguely like violent thunder. The odor of burning ash fills your nostrils as your eyes flutter. Your vision is blurred at first. You wipe off your face, reach around to find your hat, and turn over. That's when you freeze, and you finally realize you're not alone.
By Jason Morton28 days ago in Fiction
No Seat Belt
Imagine you are 6 years old and going to Woodfield Mall with your parents. You leave the apartment with them, climb into the sports car, and crawl over the seat to the console between the two bucket seats. Your mom gets in on the right side of the car, and your dad gets behind the wheel of the orange sports car. You sit between them , happy to go for a ride in your daddy’s fast car.
By Andrea Corwin 28 days ago in Fiction
High Tea For Werewolves
High Tea For Werewolves The shift began at the emotional level before mutating your physical form. It was subtle at first; a sudden, sharp intolerance to indoor lights, a heavy pressure behind your brow. It became too dark to read the books on your shelf. The text blurred into meaningless shapes, leaving you unable to decipher what you yourself were about to become.
By Alyson Smith 29 days ago in Fiction
The Wrong Room at the Right Time
You don’t know how you ended up in this room. You weren’t looking for it. You weren’t even looking for him. You were just walking — down a hallway, through a door, across a threshold — and suddenly you’re somewhere you’ve never been before, somewhere that feels private in a way that makes your skin prickle.
By Syl De'Vil29 days ago in Fiction
THE MISFORTUNATES
In the dark suburb of Kahl, in a city you had never heard of and would never want to hear of, every house and empty apartment block seemed to have been built beside a howling railway line. The moon was the only light, and death was the only achievement most people in the city were ever likely to reach.
By Nicholas A. Swanson29 days ago in Fiction
The Space Station Toilet Plumber
"Why could you not have kept your bloody mouth shut? As if it wasn’t bad enough that Commander Graham’s blood globules were floating around the equipment lock—courtesy of you accidentally smacking him in the face after a misjudged high five—you then had to go and volunteer through your own guilt to perform the spacewalk yourself. Idiot!
By Simon Aylward30 days ago in Fiction







