TRIGGER WARNING Short Fiction with Pictures

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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 →

The Offering

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

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 →

The Perfect Dinner

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 →

From the Editors’ Desk

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 →

The Detailer

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 →

Stacy and Her Idiot

  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 →

The Man Who Didn’t Believe in Luck

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 →

The Choice

“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 →

Got To Kill Them All

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 →

From the Editors’ Desk

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 →

The Sisyphus Effect

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 →

Turkey Shoot

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 →

The Trench

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 →

Climatologist, Heal Thyself

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 →

A Little Matter

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 →

From the Editors’ Desk

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 →

A Hiccup. A Remedy

Travis stood, arms folded, surveying the deck of the ship like a surfer looking out to sea for a perfect set of waves, the meaning of life, a tax loophole, dinner options. Blue sky stacked with clouds served as a… Continue Reading →

Hiding the Body

“If I killed somebody, I’d hide the body right … there.” We all looked out the window, at where Jeremy was pointing–a big mess of buttonwood trees sticking up out of the swamp, right next to the highway. “Too close to… Continue Reading →

Sweet Dreams

He awoke with perspiration covering his naked body. He opened his eyes and saw the sun glaring down at him. A rivulet of sweat burst through the dam created by his eyebrow and emptied into the corner of his eyes…. Continue Reading →

The Trip to the Wood

If Eleanor had known what was to happen later that evening, she would have behaved better earlier, up on the mountain road. It was always that way between David and her, a constant dance, a tension between trust and fear,… Continue Reading →

NO RIGHT TURN ON RED

It was well past midnight as I drove home from my new job. The pay wasn’t so good, and it was far from home, but I really had no choice considering I was behind on rent. Exhausted from working a… Continue Reading →

Children of the New Moon

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!

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