TRIGGER WARNING Short Fiction with Pictures

The Third Act

It was the eyes that did it. Darbinyan could have shut the door in the man’s face but for the eyes. When he had opened the door, he had been taken slightly aback by the man’s height, but it was… Continue Reading →

The Invisible Killer

The braying voice and undisguised hate of Lou Carmody that was coming over the radio were so offensive to Tyler Feasel that he almost went for his hammer in order to smash the radio to bits. But the moment of anger… Continue Reading →

Asleep and Awake On the Man’s Freeway

After almost eight hours of heat, highway and latent hostility, David Long found his options dwindling to two choices; kill a drink or strangle Dianne. Since the latter clearly wasn’t acceptable, Long saw his search for a roadside bar as… Continue Reading →

Fairy Hunters

When Henry Willis told me he was taking me to a fairy crossing, I thought he was just being a typical homophobe. “Okay, I’ve seen the sign,” I said. “Very funny. If we leave now I can still catch the… Continue Reading →

Stay Out of the Attic

I’m going to jail. My life is over. It’s the middle of the night, pouring rain, and I’m sitting in my car outside of a shitty local coffee shop, leeching the WiFi they accidentally left on. Oh, and I’m wearing… Continue Reading →

From the Editors’ Desk

Ye Readers and Writers:  So you thought you’d catch a break from this month’s election hysterics and the polarizing political season by visiting (we hope) your fave dark genre lit site?  Sorry.  You may notice more than a passing similarity between… Continue Reading →

A Study in Grey

I am laying agonizingly still. Each breath is guarded. I cradle it tightly in my chest and let it slip away and disappear into the blackness. Moments pass. Just one more breath. Everything is out of place. Or is it… Continue Reading →

On Past Zzyzx

I spent a lot of time in Vegas in the spring of ‘88. Back when a casino was a casino, before the Mickey Mouse Club took over. Though I was living in Arizona at the time, Sin City hosted no… Continue Reading →

Suicide Club

The first rule of Suicide Club is: tell frickin’ everyone. At least, that’s what Crake told me when he took me to see my first match. He didn’t mean it literally, though. He just meant it in the general fuck-you-to-the-cops-and-suits way that’s the… Continue Reading →

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