by Russ Thompson | May 28, 2014 | Horror in a Hundred
NotBob by William Morgan “911, what’s your emergency?” “NotBob!” “Ah, yes,…Fairyfolk?” “Yes! Oh my God, you understand!” “Replaced?” “Yes! Bob’s gone, taken!” ”...
by Russ Thompson | May 25, 2014 | Horror in a Hundred
That Certain Smell By William Morgan A newborn has a certain smell. It smells of beauty, wonder,infinite possibility, love. Not all smell like that. My Mother was a crack whore. I smelled of cruelty , corruption, and, despair. Mother tried to sell me. She died in...
by Russ Thompson | May 21, 2014 | Horror in a Hundred
A Mother’s Contempt by William Morgan I ate my twin. That’s what my Mother told me. I absorbed him in her womb. She told me this not with pity, but hate. ” He would’ve been better than you. He would’ve been intelligent, kept a job,...
by Russ Thompson | May 20, 2014 | Horror in a Hundred
light box by doung jai The light box instructions say that the bulbs burn out faster with constant usage. But its powers are healing, especially when winter’s dreariness seeps into my mind and whispers of terrible deeds I should perform. Two hours of staring at this...
by Russ Thompson | May 19, 2014 | Horror in a Hundred
Senile by William Morgan “I poopied! I poopied!” The nurse aide, Katie, took a sniff and frowned. “Mr Aluc, I swear you do this on purpose,just when I’m about to clock off.Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” As he lay there while...
by Russ Thompson | May 18, 2014 | Horror in a Hundred
Cattle by K.Z. Morano Grandfather told me that in life, there aren’t any clearly defined rules other than survival. “I’m scared.” My son’s voice creaked like a rusty hinge. “Everything’s gonna be fine…” I lied and...
