King Randall was a professional gambler who never played hunches or bet on horses with appealing names. He didn’t even read fortune cookies. “No such thing as luck,” he was fond of saying. “There’s the here, and there’s the now,… Continue Reading →
Readers: There’s an autumnal chill in the air that will hopefully migrate to your blood stream as you devour Issue #3 of Trigger Warning (in Mistletoe green). On behalf of Thanksgiving, you’re encouraged to gorge on TURKEY SHOOT and as a… Continue Reading →
Hey, Teddy. It’s Roger. Roger Ward. You there? If you’re there, pick up. If you’re not there–good. I’m really hoping you’re out of town, way out of town, at your parents’, whatever, having a nice Thanksgiving. I’m really praying you’re not home, screening your… Continue Reading →
We’re quivering with excitement as we offer up Issue #2 of Trigger Warning. This time our palette is autumnal gold (unofficial Pantone color: pumpkin spice latte’). In honor of Halloween, we’re breaking protocol (already!) and offering an all-horror issue (so… Continue Reading →
Of course I shall not pretend to consider it any matter for wonder, that the extraordinary case of M. Valdemar has excited discussion. It would have been a miracle had it not—especially under the circumstances. Through the desire of all parties… Continue Reading →
GIVE HIM THE ACTUAL NEWSPAPER ISSUED ON THE DAY HE WAS BORN! NOT JUST A FRONT PAGE OR REPRODUCTION, BUT THE ACTUAL AND COMPLETE EDITION* OF THE NEW YORK TIMES, ANY DATE 1880-2013!
Heart trap was a nice way of saying it. Sure, there were no jagged teeth biting into spindly legs. Nor was there a spring loaded bar that snaps tiny necks like carrot sticks.
Welcome readers and writers to Trigger Warning, an online short story site, created in the spirit of the pulpy, digest-sized magazines of the 70s and 80s: Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine, Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine, and Analog Science Fiction & Fact… Continue Reading →
In the beginning, it was supposed to be a straightforward alien-encounter story – no literary flourishes, no profound philosophical content, nothing more than a plain Jane, everything-accessible-at-first-read, man-meets-extraterrestrial being story running no less than 4,000 words and no more than… Continue Reading →
“Get away from me!” Cam swung the rickety door open, hard! The loose screen billowed, sifting dust, as he scrambled past, onto the porch. The door bounced shut with a clunk.