Horror
Drac and Lizzie goes to the Prom
"SOOOOO! 'Young' Drac, we have both - again - graduated high school in Transylvania, Romania in 1666. Oops! I mean 2066. Well, actually, the year doesn't really matter much. Frankly, any old year will suffice, since we have been alive for many centuries and graduated many, many high schools together".
By Antoni De'Leon15 days ago in Fiction
Epilogue
Andy looked forward to settling into his overstuffed recliner, anxiously anticipating the grand finale of the book he had been reading for the last four days. He wasn’t a slow reader; on the contrary, if left alone, he could plow through most books in two days max. The problem with this book was that every time he settled down to read it, something or someone interrupted him. Either the phone would ring or the dog needed to go for a walk. Occasionally, a friend would stop by for a visit. Once, he had to work a double shift because someone called out sick. Tonight was going to be different. He only had two chapters and the epilogue to get through, and he could return the book to the library and find a new one.
By Mark Gagnon16 days ago in Fiction
The Thing in the Woods Loves Valentine's Day
The woods around Blackwood Ridge didn’t just look scary; they were actively trying to digest you. I adjusted the tie of my tuxedo, feeling ridiculous. The silk felt too smooth against my neck, especially since the rest of my body was covered in mud and scratches. A bramble—one of those sentient, black-thorned vines that only grow in cursed soil—snapped at my ankle. I stomped on it with a heavy hiking boot, hearing it hiss as it retreated into the fog.
By Amin Turabi16 days ago in Fiction
I Found a Mailbox Deep in the Woods That Delivers Letters to the Dead
The locals in Blackwood County don’t like to talk about the Whispering Trail. If you press them, the old-timers at the diner will mutter something about "leaving well enough alone" before staring aggressively into their coffee cups.
By Amin Turabi16 days ago in Fiction
