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Know Only Too Well
The old man shifted his weight as he peered out through the tavern’s window settling on three figures standing in the street. Although obscured in shadows cast by the lone lantern, one could ea...
The Sinister
When will it end? Struggling to catch my breath, I stop for a moment, hands on my knees. The door to my left is shut, I haven’t been in there yet. Could that be a way out? It always changes. �...
Anniversary
Stepping out of the car, I look up at Lake Euphoria Inn. Although they’ve spruced up the three story building with a fresh coat of paint, it’s still the same place where my wife and I spent a...
Like A Puppet
Earl was two hours into his shift and already pissed off. It was bad enough that management stuck him out at the East Gate Security Checkpoint but they also put him with the new guy, Geoff. Not o...
Crying
The house was silent. James’ wife Kate was in bed, no longer nagging him while his son slept quietly in his room. His cries had a way of penetrating deep into James’ head. Sitting on the shit...
Unfortunate Legacy
The demon stood in the snow. Fergus saw it standing in the knee-deep powder through the small window of his front door. “Don’t try to do too much out there,” his wife Nancy called from the...
Pigs
Jenkins sat in his reclining chair, extended the footrest and closed his eyes. Sleep was something he found hard to come by. Just up the road from his trailer was Old Man Fredericks’s farm. The...
Into The Blue
“Hello there,” a man’s voice says. I open my eyes and realize I’m standing on a pier. Snow lies in small, shoveled heaps along the edges and the sky is a cloudless grey. It’s cold yet I...
A Quick Breather
“Alright guys, grab a quick breather and take fifteen!” I barely hear my foreman’s voice come through the radio clipped to the left side of my safety vest. Lowering my bulldozer’s blade t...
Compromised
Three hours. For three hours, I’ve been chasing the Swindler through deserted neighborhoods, past charred remains of houses and finally into the ruins of what once was an elementary school. I�...