Charlie’s Ghost by Ali LaForce
Charlie’s Ghost by Ali LaForce Charlie got the ranch for such a good price on account of it being haunted. Five years ago, the rancher rode out one day and never came back. His...
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Balance by Brandy Nicole Jones
Balance by Brandy Nicole Jones The sun glared down upon the land, harsh rays of light chasing away even the briefest hope of blessed shade. Moisture hung thick and heavy in the air, clinging...
The Witching by Carter Bays
The Witching by Carter Bays “Miah, wake up… Miah… Jeremiah!” “Wha– Who? Where?” Came Jeremiah’s groggy reply. He attempted to rub the sleep from his eyes and identify the voice coming from the foot...
The Miracle Worker by Frederick K. Foote, Jr.
The Miracle Worker by Frederick K. Foote, Jr. My name is Pablo Sanders. I’m gonna tell you what really happened with the Miracle Worker. I was there from the moment he arrived till the...
A Dying View by Frederick K. Foote, Jr.
A Dying View by Frederick K. Foote, Jr. He was ragged, filthy, and smelled of sickness and sewers. He was too ill to care about personal appearances or even recall his name. The wastrel...
The Two-Tailed Monster by Abhirup Dutta
The Two-Tailed Monster by Abhirup Dutta The nightmares began three days after Ishani moved from India to Kyoto. She found herself moving through narrow straight roads, with traditional Machiya-style houses, adorned with paper-lanterns. She...
Fat Meera by TA Thakadipuram
Fat Meera by TA Thakadipuram Meera’s life would change forever on that warm August day, but her morning began innocuously enough — she awoke to her bleating alarm clock at 6:00 AM and, for...
Between Worlds by James Rumpel
Between Worlds by James Rumpel “Watch this,” announced Eli Braun as he placed three pieces of silverware on his empty dinner plate. He waited until he had the full attention of the elderly man...
Pumpkin 2: Carve or Be Carved by Benson Phillip Lott
Pumpkin 2: Carve or Be Carved by Benson Phillip Lott “Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.” “You look beautiful, Ms. Sterling,” Sandra remarks, shutting off her Comfort dryer, spinning her in the chair “Tell...
Munday Morning by Frederick Foote
Munday Morning by Frederick Foote At 6:30 in the morning, it’s already ninety degrees in San Juan, California. This Central Valley town’s facing its thirteenth consecutive one hundred plus degree day. I’m exhausted after...
