Descent Into The Stygian Veil

By Scott Bowers The small town of Oakridge had always been a quiet, unassuming place. Nestled amidst rolling hills and surrounded by dense woods, it seemed untouched by the bustling chaos of the modern world. Children played in the streets, their laughter mingling with the gentle rustling of leaves in the wind. But beneath theContinue reading “Descent Into The Stygian Veil”

Courting Beautiful Darkness

By Rachel Racette I wish I’d never met her. Never followed that lady with dark hair and even darker eyes. Never let myself see – Maybe if I hadn’t pointed out the blood or – or the twisting shadows – she’d have simply killed me. If – If I hadn’t screamed while she still hadContinue reading “Courting Beautiful Darkness”

This Is Not Your World

By Melissa R. Mendelson Dayla tried to stifle a yawn as she walked down the stairs. She smiled at the aroma of coffee wafting out of the kitchen. The sound of a spatula scraping the frying pan indicated that her husband made eggs again, and hopefully this time, they were not Bull’s Eye. She detestedContinue reading “This Is Not Your World”

Foundation Repair

By William David Higgs III He had been repairing foundations for fifteen years, but it only took him fifteen minutes to decide that it was the worst condition he had seen a house in. It’s a miracle this place is still standing, he thought. He prepared to turn around when he heard clanging metal followedContinue reading “Foundation Repair”

The Dead Girlfriends

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 the difference. There’sContinue 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”

I Won’t Be Me Tomorrow

By Melissa R. Mendelson Her fingers drifted across the steering wheel, falling across the keys.  The ignition was cut.  Her hand withdrew but paused, falling gently near the cup holder, her fingers stretched outward, reaching for the leg nearby, brushing gently against it.  But she moved away. “Still have cramps?”  Bailey brushed her hand againstContinue reading “I Won’t Be Me Tomorrow”

Doomsday Book

By Dominic Tramontana Bill poked his head through the doorway, his son Tommy, tucked in bed. “Goodnight, son.” He flipped the switch, leaving only the night light to cast an orange shadow over the room. He worried how long his son would rely on the little light. The room was baby blue with white cloudsContinue reading “Doomsday Book”