I think I’ve always been drawn to the macabre. I remember liking scary stories as soon as I was old enough to discover them. I spent a lot of time at the local library where I would typically check out things like Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, and R. L. Stine’s Goosebumps series.…

By Steve Anc There is a voice on the hole and a voice on the hill. There is a voice on the sea and a voice on the breeze. There is a voice in the forest and a voice in the garden. There is a voice in the river and a voice in the moon.…

By Matthew Spence It’s 7:30 a.m. on a Monday, and it’s time for me to go to work at my day job. I help my wife get the kids ready for school and take the drive down the interstate to the insurance office where I crunch numbers for a living. No one bats an eye…

By B. Craig Grafton A man grew old, and as he did so he started to reflect back upon his life. He did not wax nostalgic. For he forgot about all the good times and good things he had done in his life and for some reason or other fixated and dwelt only upon all…

By Zeke Jarvis I. When anyone first walked out onto one of the patios or decks, the first thing that they would see was the trees. Green in the summer, an array of beautiful colors in the fall, and pleasantly white in the winter. It was a nice talking point when homeowners wanted to sell…

By ślimak vr0k [Always keep your hands and fingers flat when feeding the beasts.] the lies came easy, so we cut my nose and threw the pieces on the fire to escape the freeze we melted snow for water, but food was scarce we’d come to the woods, because we wished to live deliberately, maybe…

By ślimak vr0k [Staff only. Trespassers may be eaten.] The number 7, just 7, on the grey concrete in the sky a 7. Bow down in the stairwell we are 7. 7 kings laid out to dry. 7 hillsides falling away. 7 membranes peeled out. 7 bowls of 7th grade math. 7 gunshots fired into…