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The Summer My Cousin Died. Top Story - March 2021.
The following contains graphic depictions of a violent crime, and may trigger some readers. He was missing for three days and the police never looked for him. It’s hard to know, so many years later, if the police in Philadelphia routinely didn’t look too hard for missing children living in a homeless shelter. Christopher’s fault was that he liked to trade baseball cards, and at the age of 12 still had a friendly, trusting nature. Baseball had a dark underbelly in its trading cards.
By joy ellen sauter6 years ago in Horror
Shooting Gallery
When the art came to life, we shot it in the head. We being me and Ronny Lipschitz at the behest of Steven Graff, because when the man with the largest mansion in Manhattan offers a couple of deadbeats twenty grand a pop, it’s in the deadbeats’ best interest to take the money and shoot some Basquiats.
By Max Miller6 years ago in Horror
A Warrior's Redemption
I wanted to die. The pain of losing her permeated every part of my being. Each day became more melancholy than the one before it and the thought of enduring this pain seemed to be as far from me as she was. I constantly wondered why she was taken from me and why I was left to bear the burden and shame of not being able to save her from the demon who was hunting me. She was my daughter. It was her that I was supposed to protect, however, in the one moment that I was weak she tried to protect me and paid my ransom with her life.
By DuWayne Holiday6 years ago in Horror
Open at your own risk
Open at your own risk We see Martha putting on her work apron. She gets in her car that barely even starts anymore. She waves goodbye to her daughter Amanda who is watching her leave from the window. Martha gets to work and she sits in her car thinking about her life before going in.
By Juan Martinez6 years ago in Horror
The Price
It was one cold day when two boys, Shawn and Aaron, were running in the halls of the nursing home, Sherwood Oaks Nursing Home, their mom, Mary, worked at. They were told not to enter room 102 due to the old man, Gerald, in that room was very eccentric and senile. Today, they decided to enter the room.
By Michael Keck6 years ago in Horror
Within the Cover of Darkness
"This life'll be the death of you, Randy." Her words repeated over and over, bouncing around every dark corridor of my mind. I splashed cold water onto my face and let my fingers cover my eyelids for a moment. I could see my happy ending, I just had to get there.
By Valik Tauru6 years ago in Horror
Monster Talk
Even the things that went bump in the night needed to have a break once in a while. Edgar, for one, had been a bogeyman for three decades—ever since he had died from a mortal existence he could not remember living—and scaring children got old after a while. And between the hours of 3 AM and 6 AM, all the people he could frighten had fallen back into predawn sleep. (Insomniacs were not the best company. They were often bingeing the latest thing on Netflix.)
By Jillian Spiridon6 years ago in Horror
Drawn By The Waterfall
Jeremiah sat in his study, alone, without any music. He had a collection, but he had not listened to it in years. Drawn by the waterfall, he looked at his mantle. The framed photograph depicted him by a waterfall. His past self, his beard less gray than it was in the present, standing on the far-left side of the photo. His wife stood on the far-right side. There was so much space between them. He knew what was between them…
By Steven Shinder6 years ago in Horror
The Little Black Book
Evan Evan Brockham sat in Math’s class one day staring at the classroom wall. The deeper he stared, the more he lost connection with reality into his own world; up until he was nudged slightly in the shoulder causing him to lose balance of his head leaning on his hand. “Hey Evan, where did you go?” looking to the left of himself, Evan finds one of his closest friends; Jessica or “Jess” for short. “Huh?” Evan replies, “You know…. What planet did you gaze off to while staring at the wall?” Jess says while giving him a slight smile. “Oh right. No-where, just zoning out of reality I guess.” Evan looks back down into his book and suddenly loses interest with the excessive algebra notes he had written throughout the lesson. “How mystical of you”, someone to the right of Evan says with a snicker, Blake, the only other close friend that Evan was able to make. It’s not that he can’t make any friends, there just aren’t enough people that value trust over popularity. The bell rings and Evan packs all his books into his bag to get ready to walk home with his friends. As he steps out of the building he pulls out a school cap from his bag and places it on his head, it’s not too sunny but it’s nice for a Friday afternoon.
By Jessica Lachlan6 years ago in Horror
