Archive for the ‘Horror’ Category


Posted: October 25, 2014 in Horror, Micro Fiction

Innocents enter by the front door. A secret admirer leaves bloody gifts. Music and wine late into the night. In the morning nothing is found but their skins.


Corporate Retreat

Posted: October 20, 2014 in Flash Fiction, Horror

The floor was literally knee deep in hundred dollar bills, the faces of the presidents stained and discolored, stepped on by uncaring feet. The executives walked in, slack-jawed and blank-faced, dropping their money on the floor as they stumbled in. The thing in the center of the room was waiting for them, a gigantic fleshy starfish with sexually active pseudopods. It was some horrible nightmare thing with the legs and torsos of women from the tits down at the ends of its own legs. Another exec dropped his money as he stumbled in, frantically loosening his belt to drop his trousers. With the hurried frenzy of a hungry junkie he found a place between one of the headless torso’s quivering thighs and thrust himself into her – – it. He sighed in release. I screamed.

Maximum Occupancy: One

Posted: October 19, 2014 in Flash Fiction, Horror

I woke up one day and the door to my room was gone. I beat on the wall where it used to be, but I wasn’t sure if my roommate could hear me. I tossed last night’s water out of the glass on my bedside table – later, I would regret that – and put the glass up to the wall, an old eavesdropping trick. I couldn’t hear a damn thing. In another two days I was dehydrated, desperate, and tired of the smell of my own shit. I knew I had to break through the wall before I got any weaker. What scared me was thinking I might be too weak already.


Posted: October 19, 2014 in Flash Fiction, Horror

The numbers on the face with no hands shifted by one. The clock struck noon. A panel in the stone face opened with the growl of brick on brick and disgorged a scorpion. Neck deep in the searing sand, twelve times now I have been stung. This time I was going to eat it.

Wrong Tree

Posted: October 17, 2014 in Horror, Micro Fiction

If that dog didn’t stop barking and let me get some sleep I was going to lose my mind. I killed the damn thing three days ago and it just won’t stop barking!

No Refuge

Posted: October 15, 2014 in Flash Fiction, Horror

The eyes were wrong. Not like the rest of these silent, slant-eyed boat people, but still wrong. They were set too far back in their skulls, too far apart. Even the pupils were strange, the entire family of them. There was something fish-like going on with their faces too. Sergeant Hooker held down the trigger for a long, long time.


Posted: October 14, 2014 in Flash Fiction, Horror

She ripped the plug from the socket. Fine, the TV didn’t turn off, big deal. It was worse than that. Blood started pouring from the wall. The house was bleeding!