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Pork Chops

Pork Chops

admin · September 13, 2025 · 7 min read

Although he couldn’t save his wife, Matthew said he was lucky to escape the woods. Later, it came out that, onthe first day of the hike, as he’d planned all along, he hit her on the head with a stone and pushed her off a cliff. Her body struck the…

That’s God, Emily

That’s God, Emily

admin · September 13, 2025 · 17 min read

Emily remembered long ago when her parents found her in the backyard as a child, knees in the mud, digging in the dirt with her bare hands. She looked up…

Mr Moustache

Mr Moustache

admin · September 13, 2025 · 19 min read

It could be a shed for livestock, or farm equipment; anything except kitchen supplies. The dark green paint job looks fresh, trying to blend into landscape; an attempt to appear inconspicuous.…

Screams of Lost Souls

Screams of Lost Souls

admin · September 13, 2025 · 11 min read

Our high school rose above Istanbul like a mausoleum, and its corridors steeped in mildew and silence. Every stair groaned like a coffin lid, the walls bled with forgotten mosaics…

The Hiding Place

The Hiding Place

admin · September 13, 2025 · 12 min read

The front door slams downstairs. If I hear whistling, it’s dad. If not, it’s her. I count my heartbeats in my throat. The sun has started its slow descent. The…

Last Night In Central Park

Last Night In Central Park

admin · August 13, 2025 · 15 min read

Russell Hastings checked his wristwatch. It was a few minutes past eleven p.m. Central Park was cloaked in the darkness of an unseasonably warm October. He had just under seven…

An Approximation of Thunder

An Approximation of Thunder

admin · August 13, 2025 · 23 min read

Detective O’Rourke strolled down an eroding hallway, the shadows hemmed in sulfurous orange while stark-white LEDs splayed across the wall to her right. Smoking inside hadn’t been legal in twenty…

The Shadow and the Wolf

The Shadow and the Wolf

admin · August 13, 2025 · 5 min read

When my campfire died, the darkness rushed in to devour me like a starved hunter. Scrunching my knees to my chest, I defensively pressed my back against the trunk of…

A Winter March

A Winter March

admin · August 13, 2025 · 5 min read

Finally, someone has lived to tell the tale. He remembers the cave. He remembers the way. He memorized everything. Such a good boy. He was missing his left leg and…