In the heart of the city stood a small library, tucked away between an abandoned convenience store and a grotto of trees predominantly used for smoking and drinking. While this library was very indistinct — a dilapidated building that housed the elderly who clung to dusty pages, and the young who sought out memories of …
The muggy air wrapped around him in a tightly-knit blanket, warm and moist from his breath and sweat that lingered and trickled down his face and neck. Red burns had been dragged across his shoulders and back, and briefly dotted his cheeks. His eyes constantly blinked moisture away as he worked. A fan hummed over …
Jakob had been telling me about the fairy people for weeks, but I’d always assumed it was the fruit of an overactive imagination. Every night, he’d ask me if the fairy people were coming. I remember it so distinctly, “Daddy? Are the fairy people gonna come tonight?” I let the words echo in my head. …
A short story about love and abandonment… I see you lie there among the broken brambles and twigs. The trickle of the river’s current seeps past you, catching your white dress in its tide and attempting to pull it along. Your eyes are closed, your body is broken. You look like a crippled doll left …
A little taste of every day horror, and another reason why the real world frightens me… She stepped out into the cool night and took a deep breath, letting its chilly breeze trickle down her throat and delicately scratch at her trembling heart with icy fingers. Her body stood still as the sleepy silence pressed …
As Friday the thirteenth has come around, I thought it would be interesting to showcase a person who’s passed away on this monumental date. The person in question is a criminal by the name Mickey Spillane, and his name continues to live on among gangsters to this day. His death on Friday the 13th in …
