Horror
Right Instead of Left. Content Warning.
Vera usually kept quiet, but tonight Marigold’s elaborate fantasy of metamorphism into a mosquito made her erupt with laughter. Marigold had been interned on Serapis for stealing and consuming nearly a gallon of O-positive from a blood bank on Earth.
By Bride of Soundabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
The Apartment in the Middle
It was raining when Mara first saw the building on Myriad Circle. The clouds hung low and gray, like a tired curtain that refused to move. She had come to this city on impulse, chasing nothing but a vague sense of escape and a hope that the world outside her small hometown could somehow understand her.
By Fawad Ahmadabout 10 hours ago in Fiction
Mirrors in the Mojave. Content Warning.
Barstow at 3:15 p.m. was basically the surface of the sun. It was the kind of heat that made the asphalt feel squishy and the air taste like burnt rubber. You never really got used to it. No matter how long you lived there, you always complained. Today was no different as the five kids trudged down the sidewalk like a pack of exhausted animals making their way home from Barstow Middle School.
By Sara Wilsonabout 19 hours ago in Fiction
Wolf Kindred
Njall had never felt comfortable in the pinewood of the Blackmore clan's lands. The trees here seemed to grow beyond the rules of the ground, reaching out to the sky mother who blanketed the air above. The environment gave him a sense of unease that rarely ceased, even though he'd been born here, had grown up here - became an apprentice under their shadowy canopy here.
By Amanda Starksabout 19 hours ago in Fiction
Red Moon And Killer Wolves
Red Moon And Killer Wolves Under the red moon the forest changed. Trees leaned as if listening. The wolves came, their fur dark with shadow. They did’nt growl, they did not run. They walked slow, eyes fixed ahead, as though something unseen pulled them forward. In the village a single lamp still burned. A woman stepped outside, looking up at the strange sky. She never saw them reach her. One moment she stood breathing, next the ground drank her silence. The wolves kept moving, leaving nothing behind but blood in the dirt and the heavy pulse of the moon above.
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Fiction
T Comics Presents #3
T COMICS PRESENTS: Von Vultur New York City The Crow's Nest Bar June 13, 1984 10:01 am Jeffrey Gladwell felt oddly good as he was winding his way through a part of the city to a bar he had never heard of before. As good as he was at following the directions and winding his way in the summer heat of a sunny day, he wasn't in his twenties anymore. He was a sixty-year-old man trying to stay relevant enough to keep a job doing what he loved as a reporter. Despite a sudden pep in his step, he was eager to meet an old resourceful contact named William. William had been a source for things of a weird and supernatural nature and occasionally of a more criminal nature as well. With his help, he managed to make something of a living working for various newspapers. Now, times have changed. The paper he's working for now has him doing "kiddie fare" that has more appeal to kids than the adults he was used to dealing with.
By Derrick Billups a day ago in Fiction
