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.