death

Do Us Part by A. Elizabeth Herting

Do Us Part by A. Elizabeth Herting The body floated like a cork on top of the lake, bobbing and dipping along with the current. It was impossible to say how long it’d been...

Your Child by Tim Frank

Your Child by Tim Frank As Rostov’s eyelids inched open, caked with the gunk of dried tears, a shooting pain angled down from his wrist and along his arm. He was chained to the...

Transferred by Anoop Anthony

Transferred by Anoop Anthony Dr. Sanil Cherian sat slumped at his desk and thought longingly about going home and getting drunk out of his mind. For this was his daily routine — he left the...

Autumn’s Veil by Judson Blake

Autumn’s Veil by Judson Blake Ronice was absorbed in her cell when Sheila Tamm arrived dripping from the rain. The secretary was startled and looked up half amazed to see a face instead of...

Creature in the Closet by Jake Wiklacz

Creature in the Closet by Jale Wiklacz The first thing nine-year-old Bobby associated with that old farmhouse was this weird, musty smell. That was the end of him growing accustomed to the place, at...

Coach by Sharon Frame Gay

Coach by Sharon Frame Gay Journal of Lindsey Stone, 1985 “My name is Lindsey Stone. I’m writing in the darkness under the blanket with a fading flashlight. Whoever finds this will know who killed...

Once I was by Mirko Neumann

Once I was… by Mirko Neumann I woke up to a piercing and throbbing pain in the side of my left leg and I still had this vision in my head, was it from...

The Grey Smudge by David Sweeney

The Grey Smudge by David Sweeney 1 I’ve learned two things in the last three weeks. I find that even as I write this now I can hardly believe that it has only been...

Miracle Baby by M E Johnson

Miracle Baby by M. E. Johnson I woke up trying to scream. The dream was so real. I wanted everything to shut off; I wanted to split my lungs, to kill myself screaming. But...

A-hab by Edd B. Jennings

A-hab by Edd B. Jennings The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails whereon my soul is grooved to run.—Moby Dick (chapter 37) Damn, she was hot, which was why I...