Most recently published stories in Horror.
Jackie Williams started buying lottery tickets when she was eighteen, and bought 13,682 lottery tickets before she won even a single nickel. The 13,683rd ticket cashed out for twenty large.
The Lady and The Vagabond
It was after a long day of work and with tired feet that the Lady met him. She walked down the street while she listened to the music that played over her headphones, she didn't give much mind to anything at that point. Through the smooth flowing of the melodic notes she heard a voice that called to her.
Shadow of Greed
Kiernan couldn’t say what compelled him to enter the confessional, he just knew he had nowhere else to turn. “Hello?” he asked, speaking to the strange partition between himself and what he hoped was salvation.
The Wave Buddy 1000
"WHAT'S this? 'The Wave Buddy 1000?'" he reads from the empty box on the kitchen island. Did you buy more stuff we don't need?" he says. He picks up the gadget's thin instruction manual and begins to skim it.
Red or Black
Which is negative, red or black? Had they actually asked him that? The twine is already starting to cut off the circulation and feeling in his hands and so Stephen isn't sure. He hasn't been sure of anything, not since Prague.
The Tale of the Mysterious Fortune
Some people want fame…... Some want love…... Others want money… I just want to get out of this crappy job and survive this year. It’s the year 2021, we’re in the middle of a pandemic. The world is crumbling, people are crumbling…. I am crumbling. Every day I used to get up get dressed, speak to my nephews on their way to school and go to work. I had a perfect life, perfect writer job, perfect bachelorette pad. Then everything went wrong, and everyone got sick. Black-16 happened. They called it that because once you are infected with it everything starts to turn black everything but your skin that is. Starting with your eyes and lungs. Your eyes slowly go from white to a solid black and as your lungs turn black you cough up a strange odorless black liquid. Next, it spreads to the rest of your organs and this liquid comes spilling out of every orifice including pores. Lastly, you die from drowning in this black liquid. The illness is airborne and can be passed on by touch as well. Everyone in the world was so afraid of this disease that people started losing their jobs including me. Now I’m working this shotty department store job because everyone was scrambling for work and it’s the best thing I can get. I had to give up my house for a dinky hole in the wall because it is the only thing I can afford. I lost many family members, friends, …… the love of my life to this disease. It is a miracle that I have not gotten it yet. I pray every day that I don’t get it.
Add One - Pass It On
Pit, pat. Pit, pat. Pit, pat. The rain threw itself against the glass of the small bus stop, sending wave after wave against the transparent roof. It was as though nature wished to attack, unleashing armies to beat down on the line victim huddled in the small shelter. That is what Arin believed.
I received the invitation to Mr. Badenhorst’s funeral on a Monday. Given that he was my employer I couldn’t exactly turn it down, but I also wasn’t sure why I’d been invited in the first place. I was just a PR guy. Well, it was still technically an executive position, but in a company this big, I was just one among many in a long line of middle-aged white men wielding various amounts of money and influence. So, on Thursday morning I stood under a black umbrella in a rented suit and watched the casket of Alexandrei Badenhorst lowered into the ground under appropriately bleak, drizzly skies.
On Wings of Silver
“[Amelia and I] considered the plane she used as if it were a living creature. It was like a favorite pony. We said goodnight to it and petted its nose and almost fed it apples. The last plane…was the one we were especially attached to…”
The Karma Book
There wasn't a single soul around young Dominic Carter. His youthful soft brown eyes, yet hardened tanned skin stared at the small stack of two-hundred crisp one-hundred-dollar bills. Flashes of memories from the days prior shook through his head. The strangers he met, the people he helped and hurt; there was a brief pause from his ever-racing mind. When was it his turn to see some type of good fortune? Was this little leather bound black notebook a curse or a blessing? He opened the small book again to the last entry.
The Black Notebook
Egypt….home of some of the largest landscapes of sand that stretch further than the eye can see. Pyramids erected in honor of the long gone pharaohs buried with their secrets and treasures. And home to the hottest, driest, deadly animal filled environment anyone could ever be crazy enough to live in. These were the thoughts that coursed through my mind as I awoke to yet another excavation scheduled day. My name is Samuel Peterson, beginner archeologist and hopeful treasure hunter, and this is my story. The story of how I died.
Brady Spelling heard his girlfriend's laughter somewhere in the underground tunnel, but the black of midnight blocked her from sight. He clicked on his flashlight and shivered.