Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Send Help ★ Marc Tizura

From the computer of a missing security officer
Incident report: 9182018
Subject: unidentified sounds/ noise complaint
Responding Officer (R/O): John Hobleton

At 0123hr: R/O received a call from unit #1512. #1512 informed the R/O that they heard something scratching/ tapping on the outside balcony window. There were also reports of a low growling noise followed by what is described as "wings flapping".

R/O went out to walk perimeter of building with flashlight. Unable to locate anything suspicious. R/O called #1512. Informed the unit that he could find nothing. R/O is under the assumption it must be some sort of bird. Nothing further to report.

At 0205hr: R/O received a second call from #1512. Residents sound panicked on the phone. R/O assured them he found nothing out there. Unit #1512 invited R/O up to have a field contact. 

Sunday, September 16, 2018

A Trip Home ★ Hollie Hausenfluck


My name is William Stone. Also known as Willy B, roughest, toughest dope dealer in town. No one fucked with Willy B, unless they had a death wish.

Now, I'm stuck in this cell and I don't know how to get out. Let me tell you what happened.

Saturday, September 15, 2018

Interview ★ Midniyte Gregg

1. When did you start writing? Have you always loved writing? What made you start writing horror?

I had speaking, reading and writing disabilities when young. Communicating stories, I started with art. As I learned to communicate better with years of art, I wrote poetry. 

My first novel, “Transient State,” was originally only a long, extra credit poetry I wrote during my senior year in high school. It took me a long time to learn how to write beyond short stories, due to my writing and reading disabilities before I completed the first draft of my novel. 

A screenwriting workshop taught me how my brain communicated, so after writing my first script, (which was a musical), I began my first novel. It took a month to write that first draft and 10 years and 10 drafts to learn how to be a novelist, to finally query it. 

Thursday, September 13, 2018

Something Got Out ⋆ Jarce ArtThor


Keith thought the fire was only in his lungs, but when he came to, he saw that it was everywhere. Dense tendrils of smoke hung from the roof of the fuselage, undulating grey curtains rippled in the wind. 

His eyes burned. 

Tears streamed from them but did nothing to negate the sting. He tried to see deeper, but he couldn’t. He tried to breathe but he could only heave. Finding the release to his safety belt, he disentangled himself from the seat. 

He spilled into the narrow aisle, listlessly. A part of him wanted to languish there, go to sleep and die, but another part needed to find refuge from this hell. He choked on a brutal cough and glanced up. 

The warring flames caught the silhouette of the passenger seats before him, and they looked like looming tombstones. It would be his grave if he did not get out, and fast. 

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

I'm Friday The 13th ★ Alexander Olson


I’m Friday the 13th. 

I’m the baddest of bad luck. Black cats and broken mirrors like left jabs and right straights from Muhammad Ali. 

So what the fuck is going on?

Nothing is working anymore. I can’t hit my spots. Today, I saw children jumping on cracks in the sidewalk with no concern for their mother’s backs. I saw movers drop a mirror, shattering it into bits of self-reflection, and they were more concerned about the cost of the mirror, versus the consequences.

“At least you have the athletes,” Nature says.

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