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Xmas Time

Posted: December 25, 2014 in Uncategorized

We sewed his eye shut and then carved a message into his forehead, “Do not open ’til Xmas!”

We hope he likes the present we left behind.


Process of Elimination

Posted: October 29, 2014 in Uncategorized

The creature’s mask was very lifelike. When I stood up from the old woman’s body I whispered a useless apology. I had guessed wrong and now she was dead. It had killed all the others, but this death belonged to me. There were only two of us left now. One of us used to be human and one of us was never human to begin with. I wasn’t sure which was which anymore.

If Found

Posted: October 28, 2014 in Uncategorized

I thanked the man who had returned my wallet even as I was checking its contents. When I realized my driver’s license had a picture of his face instead of mine I looked up and saw the razor glittering in his hand.

His Old Lady

Posted: October 27, 2014 in Uncategorized

The bartender was curled up in the doorway of his own place like he was some kind of wino instead of the guy who wrote the schedules and signed the checks. He was muttering to himself when the delivery guy found him. Something about an old motorcycle parked outside the bar last night. The guy who used to ride it went missing something like thirty years ago. The bike looked like someone had dragged it there from a scrapyard. The missing guy was on it with the bartender’s wife – – both of them dead. The guy wasn’t much more than bones after so many years. The bartender’s wife was still fresh. The delivery guy looked for it, but the bike and his wife with it, were gone. So was the bartender’s sanity.

Birthday Wishes

Posted: October 26, 2014 in Uncategorized

The box was tied up with black ribbon. A cobra inside waited to seal her promise with a kiss. No one could ever learn that the real snake, coiled and ready to strike, was inside her.

About Face

Posted: October 24, 2014 in Uncategorized

After thirty years of hard living the mirror was not very kind to me anymore. Some days I woke up and the face looking back at me had no eyes. Those were the good days, because I could not actually see anything. Other days I woke up and had no mouth. Those days were worse, because I couldn’t scream for help.

Mr. Crabbe

Posted: October 23, 2014 in Uncategorized

The Man in the Red Suit worked for the people downstairs. There was something hungry in his briefcase. Every time it growled he fed it some paper. There were names on the papers. Those people got cancer and died.