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 →

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 →

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 →

“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 →

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 →

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 →

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 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 →

The Dragon came when the world grew dark, and the stars drew out like hunters to end the hues of day. They left their Offerings to him underneath the Arbitrary Tower, on the beach where the river forked, and the… Continue Reading →

The box was as plain as any. Brown, cardboard, about the size of a large suitcase. The strange thing about it was that it arrived unsolicited to apartment 31B. Emily hadn’t been expecting any packages –it was the middle of… Continue Reading →

Cassie Monroe stood in front of the stove holding her breath. The doorbell had just rung and she heard her husband’s heavy tread coming down the stairs, smelled the heavy-handed after shave wafting through the kitchen doorway. She felt sick…. Continue Reading →

Readers: Coming at you with issue #4 of TriggerWarningShortFiction.com with some major news.  We are proud, humbled and tickled red to include THE DETAILER and YOU GOT TO KILL THEM ALL, two previously published nail biters from legendary psychological horror writer Dennis Etchison.  The… Continue Reading →

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 →

  1. You know, soon as the fat guy mentioned his contact in the 18th Street gang, I should’ve just walked away. Wasn’t that I gave a shit who he knew or didn’t. It was the naked and stupid pride… Continue Reading →

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 →

“There is another way,” Siyamak said. On the other side of the single, burning candle, Lomi drew a dagger across a whetstone. Siyamak wanted to look away, but in the flame there were shimmering, incorporeal names. They danced in time… Continue Reading →

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 →

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 →

Marcus Faber lived an average life. He was average height, average build and had average looks. He was married to a very lovely woman named Sara whom he made love to on an average of one point two-five times 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 →

Our war was the Cold War. In retrospect it seems quaint and gentlemanly, like stories of WWI fighter pilots saluting their victorious adversaries as their bullet-riddled biplanes went down in flames. I was stationed on a nuclear submarine, the SSBN… Continue Reading →

Theodore managed to get the heavy door to the bunker shut, despite the weight, the force of the wind outside, and the sharp throbbing in his lower left side. Even once the steel door had clicked shut with a low,… Continue Reading →

The trio’s lab coats billowed out behind them as they rushed down the cold, white university corridor; the two men argued with each other over top of their younger female colleague. It was an old argument, but Jenkins, the taller… Continue Reading →