Horror Fiction By Kay Oakley I used to beg Ava to watch any cartoon besides Animal Friends, but I was a good sister, so I tolerated it with earbuds and hip-hop music on full volume. Now that I was tragically alone, I couldn’t go to sleep without watching at least one episode on my laptop.Continue reading “Hide and Seek”
Monthly Archives: February 2023
The Carlton Theater
By Andy Betz and Samantha Fowler Part One: My life as it was My employer, Mrs. Oliver, assigned the duty of a visual inspection of an older movie theater to me. I was to look around and walk about and give her my written report by the morning. While her decision would not be basedContinue reading “The Carlton Theater”
On The Menu
Crime Fiction By Hillary Lyon “We don’t have that kind of money to spare,” Chelsea pointed out. “As it is, when I go to the grocery store, I use my phone’s calculator so I don’t spend more than what I have on hand. You know that.” “Yes ma’am, you are one conscientious little shopper,” GeorgeContinue reading “On The Menu”
A Blast From The Past
Crime Fiction By Jason Smith As she opened her front door Trena didn’t immediately recognize Glenn, he’d changed so much. The last time she saw him his hair and beard were long, he was wearing a Baja Hoodie, black jeans, scuffed boots and a trench coat. Now he was clean shaven and his hair wasContinue reading “A Blast From The Past”
The Dead Girlfriends
Crime Fiction By Gratia Serpento Being dead is less than it’s conked up to be. It’s like you’re in a screen, a simulation, there’s a divide between you and everything else. Everything is mild. Any food tastes bland, and I could eat a ribeye and a celery stick and not be able to taste theContinue reading “The Dead Girlfriends”
Gorehounds
(Or The Case Surrounding Crystal Woijick’s Supposedly Lost Death Tape) By Cindy Pereira “You don’t look the type of the girl that’d be into this shit,” Raoul Davenport says with a condescending smirk. Yeah, and you look exactly like the sort that jerks off to it and watches the Columbine surveillance tapes on loop. IContinue reading “Gorehounds”
Tell Me a Story
By Hillary Lyon Tell Me a Story, She Said, Make it a mystery. So I concocted a tale,a cocktail concerninga private plane, a stowaway,a debris field. A secret affair, a radical manifesto,a tiny rhythmic beeping.Red numbers tumbling downlike crisp autumn leaves. A smug politico, a movie mogul,a sex slave.I was not a slave, she corrected.IContinue reading “Tell Me a Story”