Horror

  • Two Dollar Dogs (Dan Eady)

    Her heart thumped sporadically against the now softened cage of ribs inside her. Droplets of overly salty sweat rained down from her hairline, she reached up for her hair with clumsy fingers and greasy clumps fell away, some sticking to what her hands had become.

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  • Ascend (Nicholas Kellogg)

    I leaned in and pressed my lips against his own. They were soft. He kissed back. I know he did. I swear, he kissed me back. And for a few seconds there was only Maverick and Reston—hiding in a bush during recess and locking lips in a safe space. 

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  • Creation Myth (M. Anne Avera)

    After the positive pregnancy test, I became something ancient—maternal with my nesting habits and my constant hunger. I watched the body I occupied grow and change, a ship of Theseus rended from flesh. Joy and anticipation replaced desire and pride. The horrible things pregnancy wrought on my body—hyperemesis, preeclampsia—were signs of something greater, a life…

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  • The Spectre of Death (Stephen Wise)

    I opened my mouth to counter that statement, but had no argument. What did I do with my life? I wasn’t invested in my job. I played games, watched videos, scrolled social media. My outside activities involved others prying me out of the house to participate—otherwise, I wouldn’t have made the effort. I had no…

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  • Whalebone (Delphi Spiderwood)

    I caught slivers of the words the doctor whispered to Whalebone. Miscarried. Unfortunate, but perhaps for the best given my condition. I thought about that for a long time. What was my condition? Was it of the mind or of the body? I couldn’t say.

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  • Queen Of The Red Plague (Kat Laurange)

    Red, dripping, bony hands thrust out of the vampress’s chest cavity, shoving bone and meat aside, gouts of red fluid squirting between the gaps. Repulsed, Einar fell back, tearing his gaze from the spindly arms now groping out of the vampress’s body, to her ecstatic face (not an improvement), down to Clover beside him.

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  • Miss Fortune (Zach Davis)

    I make a mental note to later slip the volunteer my business card (“Your life is written in the stars, and Jade can read the handwriting!”), then I blow the whistle given to each pair of searchers, alerting everyone that little Bobby Calloway’s been found. When we started out this morning, the volunteer coordinator told…

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