A Voice in the Static
A journalist finds something on a recording that she made.
A soft, ghostly voice.
Her reporting piece is put on hold as she tries to discover who the voice belongs to.
One Last Brushstroke Before Sobriety
Joseph isn't a painter. He's a junkie.
Well...he was getting clean. Was clean, for a while. But then he started seeing it...
An abomination that threatens all life on Earth.
And only he can stop it, by painting.
Lucy in the Sky with Demons
A group of bandmates celebrate the recent success of their album and tour by going a trip.
But it's a bad trip.
A very bad trip...
attractive woman in apron smiling holding a spatula
He didn’t know how or why--it just...happened one day.
Jason Cole was working on finding a suitable picture…
Then he found her. In a picture titled “attractive woman in apron smiling holding a spatula.” That was the first time he ever saw her.
He just...knew. He was going to kill her.
Show and Tell
A kindergarten teacher has show and tell day earlier on in the school year.
It goes down the alphabet, so the first day (today) is "A"
A boy brings in an empty box, saying that he brought an "alien" to school.
My Drug Dealer is an Alchemist
No seriously. He is.
Isaac Freedman used to be just this old cook that I buy my coke from. Nice enough guy, I guess. Didn’t really know anything about him until recently—but he definitely was a little cooky.
Think: “Dumbledor—but, like, if Dumbledor did a ton of candyflipping in the 90s and now he goes under a different name cause he believes the CIA has it out for him, so he never leaves his house and usually doesn’t even put pants on, and he somehow has the best coke hook-up in the Midwest.
The Tapestry of Time
Doctors have been traveling back in time to vaccinate populations against viruses.
But nothing has been changing in the present.
One man is about to find out why...
To Never Say Goodbye
I didn't want to do the holograms. I never did.
I reiterated this fact, to myself, as I saw her standing there, beautiful as ever. My sweet Mollie. She even was wearing that blue dress that she loved so much (I loved it even more, if that was possible—she looked so good in it!) And even from where I was standing, ten feet away, I could see the curls in her blonde hair bounce as she turned her head. I could see her blue eyes. Vibrant. Real. So real...
But they were not real.
I knew this. Of course. I held Mollie's hand as she passed. I looked her in the eyes as we shared one last moment. I heard her last breath leave her lips as she gave up the ghost. But now her ghost is with me. It is so real. But it is not real. And I can't let her go.
The Saint and the Spool
One winter night, as the snows fall outside their home, and a boy cannot sleep, his father tells him the story of a Saint.
A martyr.
She is well known to all Christians in the land. Her, and her infant child.
She is credited with stopping the reign of the pagan king.
Here is her story...
Mr. Universe and the Norblan
The Galactic Delivery Company will delivery anything, to anywhere in the galaxy.
Gus Valentino is still an entry-level delivery driver. But when he gets a big job, delivering live cargo, he thinks it's gonna be his big break. And it's just a tiny little guy! A norblan, for a little girl's birthday present.
But norblans can be more trouble than they look...
The first of the misadventures of Gus Valentino, Mr. Universe and the Norblan is a fun and humorous sci-fi adventure for fans of books like Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
The Case for the Baptism of the Mantelonian Queen
A priest in the far future makes his case a Cardinal of the Catholic Church for the baptism of an alien species.
The Only One that Hears it is You
A man is tortured by a sound that only he can hear.
It was easily ignored at first. But now the insomnia is getting to him.
He must find a way to stop the noise...
Anything is better than this.
A Different Kind of Love
Contrary to popular belief, to be ignorant is to be left in the light. For in the darkness truth and madness reign, and once you glimpse the horrible, abominable truth you may never again bask in the blissful illumination which is unknowing.
A Different Kind of Love is a horror short story that is an ode to Lovecraft.
The Dark
Two men are trapped in darkness. A shipping container, buried underground.
No idea who locked them in there.
It's been days. A week. Maybe more.
And then the lock opens. Something is thrown inside with them.
A gun. With only one bullet.
One Night at St. Mary’s
A volunteer candy-striper stays over night at St. Mary's hospital to watch over a boy from her class.
The same boy that had asked her to the school dance five times already. The same boy that she'd rejected five times already...
He was brought into the hospital, unconscious but with no visible injuries.
He'd been exploring the old haunted house in the town.
It was looking to be a quiet night. Until the boy wakes up....
Tunnels
Paris. August 26, 1944.
When Pfc. Chester Michael had gone over all the ways he that he might die in the war, when he thought about them back at the barracks weeks before Utah Beach ever happened, the top things on the list were: gettin shot, gettin blown up, and gettin fuckin shot. Weren’t those the normal ways that soldiers were dying in this war? Yeah. So that’s probably how he would die too. By getting shot at, and those shots not missing.
But like this?
Down here in these tunnels? With that smell—it was like this mucky kind of smell, reminded him a lot of the old Pond behind Jack’s uncle’s farmhouse. It was a kind of standing-water-type smell; how it smells once the water had got something it shouldn’t have gotten into it and then that thing had absorbed that water and let it fester.