TRIGGER WARNING Short Fiction with Pictures

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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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Old Meg

“I think it’s time we talk about the voices in your head.” She said it just like that, raising her eyebrows and pursing her red, over-lined lips. She managed to say it matter-o-factly, as if she actually believed someone who… Continue Reading →


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From the Editors’ Desk

Mangling a Gershwin Porgy & Bess lyric, “Summertime/and the ‘killin’ is sleazy” as TriggerWarningShortFiction.com continues rolling out issue #10 with a nifty narrative take on the serial killer beach read — Joshua Chaplinsky’s “Letters to the Purple Satin Killer.”  This snail mail spooker is told… Continue Reading →


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Yet Another Zombie Apocalypse

When The News broke on TV but I didn’t hear it immediately. I was too busy with my sandwich. Making sandwiches is an art too often understated. I love them with avocado and pickles and onion. Mushrooms give them that… Continue Reading →


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Eleanor

The crisp brown leaves piled up in front of me but did not completely hinder my view of the old, deteriorating house. The house was ugly; hideous. The multiple layers of gray paint peeling off the sides of the house… Continue Reading →


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Method Murderer

“Jesus, Dev, you startled me,” my wife Becca said. “Why are you still here? And why in hell are you––” She never got to finish the last question. I was too quick in bringing the claw hammer down on her… Continue Reading →


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Dead End

The scumbag pulls up to the valet stand in a BMW worth over a hundred grand the way it’s tricked out. I guess I should have expected him to show up sooner or later. Kama Sushi is a celebrity magnet… Continue Reading →


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Night Holds a Scythe

“A is for apple, and Amelia. D is for dog. B is for bed.” I tell Amelia we don’t use them anymore. “They’re bad for us.” And she looked back down at the alphabet cards in her hands. Outside the… Continue Reading →


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Last Halloween

I had been preparing for weeks; months if you count the myriad gruesome drawings haunting my ever present sketchbook. That black, bound codex was my shield against taunts and bullies, ape-ish jocks and unimaginative, authoritarian teachers that populated the terrifying… Continue Reading →


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