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A Fragment of Damnation

He ran.  He didn’t know where he ran.  It was all lights and streets and his fear chasing him, finally chasing him.  He finally gained enough control to remember a house near where he was, where he could go, where… Continue Reading →

Got To Kill Them All

The sky was getting darker all the time. I set the red can under the glove box and drove away from the pumps, steering with one hand so I could gulp down some coffee. Then I hit the brakes before… Continue Reading →

The Detailer

Paulino was whistling by the time he got to work. He could not remember the name of the song. It had started running through his head as soon as the alarm went off, and then he heard it in the… Continue Reading →

The Masque of the Red Death

THE “RED DEATH” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with… Continue Reading →

Static

  Stacy strained her gaze through the stifling, dark living room to look at the clock again…and then sighed, annoyed at her own stupidity.  It was, of course, two minutes to midnight.  It had been two minutes to midnight since… Continue Reading →

Birthday Pics

Wanna see his birthday pics?  The message seemed innocent enough. What Jake couldn’t get over was the packaging, a white envelope shoved under the slit of their hotel room door where it conjoined to the next room. Jake and Jan… Continue Reading →

The Hanged Man

David’s mother must’ve heard him wrong when he asked, “Where do the kids come from?”  She probably thought he said Where do kids come from because she fell into an uncomfortable silence, as if assuming he wanted her to explain… Continue Reading →

The Fifty-Nine Sound

  The traffic tailed back as far as he could see, a panorama of red tail lights. In the rear-view mirror, headlights jostled for attention. He drummed his hands on the steering wheel, desperate to be home. Every second that… Continue Reading →

From the Editors’ Desk

With giddy goose bumps, we proudly conclude the all-horror Halloween issue of TriggerWarningShortFiction.com with our most visually ambitious offering ever.   Co-editor John Skewes, who illustrates each story on the site, has gone all out with a pictorial spooktacular salute to… Continue Reading →

The Clean-Up Man

Three hours after every single pigeon in Memorial Park died simultaneously, a crowd, mostly tourists, had gathered around the fountain in the center of the park, pointing, taking pictures, and looking generally confused. There were some locals mingling about as… Continue Reading →

The Widow Black

Scritchity, scratchity, tap tap tap. The incessant skittering continues day and night – especially at night – from the apartment next door. It’s as though rats were scampering through the walls between my apartment and hers. But, I know it’s… Continue Reading →

Strings

Three, maybe four hundred people are packed into this sweaty pub. I’ve been gigging all my life, but I’ve never seen anything like this. Finally, an audience that gets me. I’m sat on the stool singing, ‘Isobel’, strumming my battered… Continue Reading →

The Last Walk of Filips Finks

Found Amongst the Private Memoirs of Doctor Alvis Mārtiņš, Late of Rīga. Filips Finks was still alive when I reached the windswept courtyard on that dark April morning in ’32, though I could see from his injuries that his time… Continue Reading →

Welcome Home

“Baggage may have shifted during the flight, please use caution when opening the overhead bins…” The flight attendant’s muffled voice woke me from my two-hour slumber. Her lifeless speech droned on in the recesses of my mind as I rubbed… Continue Reading →

From the Editors’ Desk

TriggerWarningShortFiction.com Issue #11 concludes with THE CLEAN-UP MAN by Max Shepard last of our previously published all-stars.  This tight, eerie tale is like Hitchcock’s THE BIRDS in reverse.  Please pipe up in our comments sections, stalk us at elindbom@sbcglobal.net with ?s and (grave) dig co-editor… Continue Reading →

Compliance

Ashworth sat in the chair as comfortably as his nerves would allow. He was unfamiliar with wearing a tie for work and the clumsy knot felt heavy around his neck, like a noose. The suit he had bought on the weekend… Continue Reading →

Honeymoon Sweet

For a sweet house, right on Santa Monica Beach, it was unbelievably easy to break into. Mickey found a window he could open with a putty knife, so the double-locked doors were a joke. And Lana disabled the alarm within… Continue Reading →

Anna’s Video

Anna’s excitement built until she saw the building. Stepping out of the Uber, she opened the email on her phone to make sure she had the right address. The numbers in the message matched the rusted numbers bolted into the… Continue Reading →

Letters to the Purple Satin Killer

Dear Jonas Williker, My name is Ginny Goodwinch, and I’m a single mother of two from Chappaqua New York. (Bobby is five and Little Derrik is three. Mommy loves you!) I’ve been following your case and I must confess, I… Continue Reading →

Dolly

“Housekeeping.” ​The sun glowed red through my eyelids, and registered about the same time as the knocking on the door and the woman’s voice. She called again, but not loudly, and I said, “Okay, give me a minute,” and went… Continue Reading →

With Cunning Wickedness

When I first got the case, I figured chasing down stolen art might lead to refined people with money and taste. It led to murder. The sinister tale began, like most of my cases, after my answering machine jarred me… Continue Reading →

The Tended Field of Eido Yamata

Somewhere in the distance, the faint tinkling of a bell… In the serenity where he now found himself, Yamata still retained the vista of his previous life. Sitting meditatively, he could recall every moment of that existence with uncommon clarity…. Continue Reading →

The Swell

Dana’s bed was empty. At first, Anna Barrington thought her son was in the bathroom. When she went up to knock on the bathroom door, though, the bulky, flop-haired thirteen year-old wasn’t there. Maybe he’s in the living room, Anna… Continue Reading →

The Bank Job

  ​I was in finance. At least that’s what my mother always told people. “Alison’s in finance.” ​But whenever somebody climbed onto a bar stool, bought me a drink, and asked what I did, I admitted to being a bank… Continue Reading →

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