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I'm a web designer hailing from the United States, with a penchant for accidentally inhaling coffee and taking pictures of my cat. I like to talk to birds (but they don't always talk back), and my future self likes to leave me little presents to find in the past.

What Are the Oddz? Aurelio Voltaire’s New Album

If you’re anything like me, you have fond memories of Cartoon Network’s Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, following two young children who trick the Grim Reaper into becoming their best friend (which is really how you should be making all your friends). One of the more well-known episodes, Little Rock of Horrors, featured a

Flash Fiction: The Siren

I think the strangest thing about lying there in her arms was how comfortable I was with the entire situation. Hours before, the first sight of them had come. I’d been warned countless times of their existence, and given a plethora of methods to skirt their spells, yet despite all this, I never expected to

[Bite-sized Horror]

Fifty Word Fiction: Fireflies

“Look at them all!” I told her, glee and fascination mingling in my voice as I watched dozens of little lights float around me. I caught one in my hand and gazed at it. I let it crawl on my arm. It was then I realized this wasn’t a firefly.

Flash Fiction: Bite Your Tongue

“Swallow your tongue, or I will.” She found herself uttering to a reckless man in the middle of a bakery, of all places. The smell of sweet bread and sugared pastries lingered in the air around them, trickling into her nostrils and down her throat, and weaving their way between her abrasive, jagged teeth. She

Flash Fiction: The Witching Hour

It was at the witching hour did she awaken, feeling as if somebody had been sitting over her bed while she was asleep. Yet, when she peered into the darkness, she could make out nothing but the four walls black that surrounded her. It was the witching hour did he awaken, feeling her eyes upon

[Bite-sized Horror]

Fifty Word Fiction: The Factory

No one fully knew what the factory on the edge of town was for, but as she drove by one night and smelled the stale stench of decay, it occurred to her what exactly they were burning in this concrete contraption. This was where they took you when you died.

Flash Fiction: Lady Loretta

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

Flash Fiction: Cleaning Up

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

Flash Fiction: The Fairy People

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.

Flash Fiction: Hide and Seek

A piece of flash fiction all about fun and games… “Turning out the lights!” I called, before flicking the switch and plunging the room into darkness. No lights emanated throughout the entire house except the comforting glow of an occasional clock, and no sounds reached her ears save the hum of the heater and the