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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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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:   Given the looming arrival of the holiday closest to our hearts, TriggerWarningShortFiction.com Issue #7 concludes with a bonus sixth story.  John Goss’ LAST HALLOWEEN should bring a chill and maybe a nostalgic lump in the throat to… 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 →

The Job

“At three months you get the option of, basically, never actually working again.” “Here at Aid Rite you will never ‘watch the clock’ and you will NEVER have a bad day at work!” “Life is waiting for you outside of Aid… Continue Reading →

From the Editors’ Desk

Ye Loyal Readers:  We close out Issue #6 with Sarah Doebereiner’s “A Study In Grey” a gripping story that lands with the impact of a sarcophagus lid slamming shut.  It’s a powerful tome that MAY leave you hanging. Contributors:  Thank you for your… Continue Reading →

Little Dead Girl

He had only been in China for two months when he saw the ghost for the first time. It wasn’t at all the way he imagined it would be. It wasn’t a windswept cemetery in the dead of night, or… Continue Reading →

The Effigies of Tamber Square

Seventy-eight years ago, something fantastically strange happened in the town of Tamber. The morning after it was left forever a tourist draw, the local newspaper headlined the event as “A Most Astonishing Catastrophe!” In the months following, the residents adopted… Continue Reading →

The Night Was a Wide, Yawning Pit

The single-story motel off a two-lane street pretending to be a highway had a banner over the office proclaiming it to be “under new management.” Its only neighbor was a gas station about a hundred yards away, sporting two ancient… Continue Reading →

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