Category: Short Fiction
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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…
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Slave to the Rage – Short Story (Horror)
“Barbaric homicidal maniacs, the whites, they ran this country since we were shackled and now, they’re out there killing everyone.” Clergyman Nash shuffled his shoulders while gripping his arms tight, determined to make his point through angry gyrations. “White people are sick. A genetic viral infection. It’s not their fault. Not all of them anyway.…
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The World Needs More Love – Short Story
“Love is blind. This love needs to stop!” The delegate from Iowa held up the amendment that further advanced the freedom of love in the nation. “My son can’t go to school without fearing for his freedom. Why must we be forced to express compassion when we aren’t allowed to express all of our emotions?…
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Quantum Wet Dreams – Series – Part 3 (of 3)
She didn’t know how far she had fallen or how she manage to sustain no damage or felt any pain. The water at the base of the dark pit sat languid around her upper body. It seeped into her blue dress and washed the grotesque feeling of molestation she sensed inside the slug. Now she…
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Saturday Night Rogues – Short Story (Urban Fantasy)
“We play every Saturday. Always. I’m not going to tell you again. Friday night is too exhausting, after a work week, and Sunday is a religious day.” Keke leaned back on the leather passenger seat, reaching for another beer. “Religious!” Sonny couldn’t contain his laughter. “I know for a fact that none of you go…
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Elder Care – Short Story (Horror)
“Those eyes…staring at me in the dark. I can’t bare it anymore. Can you check on them?” Jill was rubbing her shoulder, trying to suppress a chill. Franny knew the expression well, knowing how more and more the senior patients appeared less human. “I don’t know why…something about the night time makes them act strange,…
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Sunday – Short Story (Sci-Fi Dystopia)
Overcast skies. We can breathe again. We can see the sun again, even though it’s what has forced us underground in the first place. The kids can play outside again, at least in the shade of the crumbling New York buildings. The city is a comfortable 100 degrees, enough to sit in the shade for…
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Sunflower and Jack Frost – Short Story (Fantasy)
Cold. Bitter. No warmth even this high up on the mountain top where the sun’s rays should be providing some comfort. The snowcapped valley was behind him and he marveled at how far he had come. How far he had traveled to find his brother. But it was an appropriate place for Jack Frost to…
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Shadow Monster – Short Story (Horror)
The shadow monster lives in your house. The shadow monster lives in your room. The shadow monster lives in your bed. The shadow monster lives in your head Gloria chanted the stupid poem, trying to freak out her brother. Jacob rolled his eyes pretending not to be scared. The living room was dark, covered in…
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Quantum Wet Dreams – Series – Part 2 (of 3)
“Lick, lick, lick, I wished I could have engulfed the mighty appendage. Did I paint an adequate mental image, my dear?” The short man had indeed painted a very nasty picture. One with his body. Another picture with his words. Locus had introduced her miniature friend as Fink, a tattooed and burly human engineer with…
Karl Kirkpatrick 