The Caller isn't Human
At 3 AM in a dead-end laundromat, the payphone rings three times. No one ever answers. No one ever should.
At 3 AM in a dead-end laundromat, the payphone rings three times. No one ever answers. No one ever should.
A disgraced influencer sells her emotions as consumable flavors. But the technology under her tongue has plans of its own.
Seven rooms. Seven deaths. I have to clean up all of them.
Every hundred years, the dead cast their votes. And the living wait to see if they still deserve tomorrow.
There had been three girls in the attic, once. Two names I knew. One I had burned.
When someone loves him, he becomes a wolf. Then he forgets them forever.
When missed calls and broken promises begin piling up as literal objects in his home, Isandro must choose to burn or keep everything he's been carrying for years.
They say a man has three faces: the one he shows to the world, the one he shows to his family, and the one he shows to himself alone.
“Sorry to interrupt your shift, but there’s a killer on this train.”
Take the Pause. You’ll still be you, just more thoughtful and considerate.
Come on. Everyone sees it. Sees what? she said. You share groceries. You have a favorite side of the couch. We’re roommates. Right.
To save their way of life from undead hordes, a band of rabbits will pick up their swords.
dark fiction
When the bass drops, the bodies follow. And one faithful night never ends.
original fiction
When it comes to the only good seat on the commuter train, tensions will rise.
dark fantasy
She died cold, poor, and alone. Now she’s burning the rich with a vengeance.
contemporary fiction
The most detached therapist in the world just met his perfect match. A woman addicted to being ignored.
supernatural fiction
The groom’s ex is back for the wedding. She’s dead. And I’m the only one who can see her.
speculative fiction
In a future where dreams are monetized, one woman learns that not even her grief is exempt.
speculative fiction
Every ten years, the threads appear. Some people follow them, right to their soulmate. Some people don’t.
Cozy Horror Fiction
I've been a home for generations. Now I'm about to be renovated to oblivion by a family that doesn't get me.
contemporary fiction
Tom has a solution to the male loneliness epidemic. His wife Linda isn't so sure.
protest poetry
A poem about the televised theater of cruelty.
dark humor
A holy guide to channeling your inner arsonist.
bedtime horror
If you find something you lost years ago, don’t touch it. It means something else found it first.