Little Jack by William Morgan Little Jack Danforth lifted his favorite teddy bear by its legs and swung it as hard as he could,smashing its head against the wall. Then he pulled on its arm until it ripped off. He took a paring knife out of his bookbag,which he had...
The Laughing Man by William Morgan The woods were dark, the moon was full, My laugh was manic, my knife was dull, My prey was running, looking back in fear, My laugh was unbalanced, my face a leer, She tripped on a root, squealed like a pig, My laugh was...
THE GRIM REAPER By Sheldon Woodbury The shriveled old shape-shifter wondered what bewitching form to slip on this time. It was from a nether region that had never been identified, but its exploits had, as a monster, an angel, a wraith, and a demon. It was the maker...
Cure by Josh Black We see it in the way the clouds move, side to side, almost imperceptibly, before the blood pours and settles into the streets. Then: The limbs to heal our phantoms. Some nature’s bounty. Arthritic arms replaced, listless legs re-fashioned....
The Corner By Matthew R. Davis Every day. Same time. The Corner. (Last year. Late night. Walking home.) Can’t run. Your penance. Stay close. (Three boys. Drunk, angry. Couldn’t stop.) Pass by. Stop, see. Remember, relive. (Broken streetlight. ...
It’s not horror, but it is the continuation of story we published earlier. I hope you enjoy it! A Bad Day By Wayne C. Rogers Las Vegas P. I. Johnny Felix was having a rotten day. First, Spilotro’s boys threw him out his office window, but fortunately he landed...
