Bad Roommates

It was a lull in the Wednesday workflow at the bar, bored out of my wit's end, tapping the counter and counting the minutes before my shift was finished. It wouldn’t have been all that bad, if I hadn’t left my phone at home. C'est la vie -- I guess. It was 3 A.M. by…

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The Hole of the Howling Wolves

“Aren’t you curious about the howls at night?” Tim called out to the group. “Maybe it’s just a mad-man,” Jack replied apathetically, shrugging his shoulders. “My mum says it’s a witch who lives in the mountains,” Lucy spoke out. “That’s ridiculous,” Tim retorted. “And a hole full of wolves is more believable?” said Jack. Tim…

Eat, But Don’t Look

A family of four sat at the dinner table, dreary faced and silent lipped. They each hung their heads low, averting their gaze from one another. Eventually, the youngest broke the silence. “How does he eat?” She asked, raising her head from her dinner plate. She received only silence in response. “He doesn’t use the…

Containment Procedures: The Clickerman

Item Designation#: 5116 Object Class: Humanoid Containment Procedures: 5116 is to be contained in a 10 m x 10 m x 10 m room with 20,000 Watt light bulbs situated in each corner of the room, which must be active at all times. Walls are to be constructed of multi-layer cellulose sound-proofing panels. The inner…

Mass Abduction

"We never took it seriously" Lewis began. He was an old man, the years of fieldwork weathered his face. His eyes were glazed over as he mindlessly stared into his pint glass. "At first we mocked them. Called them 'Helmet Heads' 'cause they all ran about with that bowl cut haircut of theirs." He continued…

Why Can’t I Drown

James awoke to sounds of bubbles breaking surface tension in the water, distorting the speckled fluorescent lights beaming down from the surgical lights above. His body, loosely chained to a steel bed floor, floating aimlessly in the shallow depths. Panic rose within him like an air bubble, his breath waning thin. “Are, you, awake?” The…

Click Here to Claim Your Prize!

“Congratulations -- You’re our 250,000th visitor! Click here to claim your prize!” Bloody pop-ups, I thought to myself. I sat, hunched over my desk. The blue haze from the monitor being the only illumination in my room. If you’re going to throw old-school malicious adverts my way, at least bring back the ones where I get…