Too Cleaver by Half – Digital Art

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Bad Trip – Short Story (Horror)

The car sped like a bullet down the perfectly flat and mundane country road. Byron let the acceleration wash over him as the THC soothed him into a heady distortion. Jason was driving and looking just as heady.

“Yo, you ever wonder if it’s scarier to know if there are aliens or know if we’re actually alone in the universe?” The stars seemed to shimmer in the darkness when Jason finally managed to mumble a stoner question after three hours of silence Read More

Monsters in the House – Short Story (Horror)

“There’s something in the house. Don’t go up there.” Hilda’s mother whispered while crouched down. “We have to stay in the basement or they’ll get us.”

Hilda couldn’t imagine what was up there, staring up the stairs from the basement but it seemed that her mother could. She held her shoulders tight, her long nails dug into her exposed skin. “But this is our house, mommy. Why can’t we make them go away? Read More

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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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. Why do we have to hurt each other even more, even during dark times, by dividing ourselves over race?” Pastor Emerson had seen enough at his age to know the sentiment didn’t really matter or shared amongst his brethren. “We have to stick together even if brothers and sisters from another mother are afflicted. Now more than ever Read More

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, makes their minds go to dark places and have weird thoughts. Maybe it’s some sort of cranial enhancement induced dementia. Read More