Upside Down – Short Story (Sci-Fi)

Had she been drinking? Head pounding. Skull throbbing. Rachel’s eyes burned when she tried to open them. There was blood on her tongue and a grogginess to her slow morning wake up. She spat dust out when her eyes finally focused and she realized her world had turned upside down, literally.

Staring down at her bedroom flooring she found herself lying flat on the ceiling. Panic set in but not before she saw that her bed was face up (or face down?) only a few feet away. It could’ve crushed her; the wooden frame was embedded into the white ceiling. Who was going to pay for this? Read More

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Into the Spider’s Nest – Short Story (Horror)

Stuck in his head, having lost all ties to his friends, and as wired as he was, Brian hadn’t noticed the small land mass coming over the horizon. This new job had netted him some financial gain at least. The helicopter made him feel like a secret agent, even if it was a job to fix cameras for Healthco on their not-so-secret island. It had been better than working as a janitor for big pharma. The electrical engineering degree was finally paying off. Spending some time on a small tropical island wouldn’t be so bad.

Phil chimed in after he noticed Brian crossing his arms contemplating the purpose of the island. “No need to worry, mate. The specimens have their own part of the island. Healthco’s lab is on the west side. You likely won’t even have to leave the facility for any hands-on, camera fixing excursions.”

“I hear they’re bigger than average spiders. What do they eat?”

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Risk of Life – Short Story (Fantasy)

Veila died of natural causes in a hospital back on Earth. Down there her life had been spent giving astrology readings to people who needed direct answers to indirect questions. Looking at the faces of the dead, languishing in the same forms they died in, except in more wispy forms, she tried to read them even now. The woman behind her had red hair and a devious smile. Likely a Scorpio, often flirty and mischievous. A man in a ball cap had several bullet wounds in his chest, a chest that pressed outward. Clearly a Leo, defiant in attitude and outgoing whenever possible, while the man’s son, also appearing to have died from gunshots, was lost in deep thought. Pisces, always lost in deep reflection. These signs had always guided her and offered her steady income throughout her life Read More

Ryven: The Dead Killer – Short Story (Dark Fantasy)

“He comes from hell, there’s no doubt about it, from the gates of the underworld itself, where all great and terrible monsters come from.” The slack jawed mercenary took a giant swig, gulping down the mead in his clay cup.

The historian grabbed up his maps, keeping them from the clumsy mercenary. Estion had a hard enough time reading the maps of Old Romany without sloshes of mead on them. “You aren’t listening.” But he should have expected that from loose, unowned soldiers. He corrected his glasses. “Ryven is a sell-sword like yourself, just an ordinary man with extraordinary abilities. Not only does he speak to the divine dead but he slaughters them too, keeps them dead Read More