Category Archives: fiction

Dirk Morrigan (not Derek Morgan, and certainly not Dork Merkin!) was going to throw the deepest, darkest, gothiest Halloween party ever, with the most chilling and shocking decor ever. He was as determined upon that as he’d always been to … Continue reading →

The other asked, “Why not?” “I just don’t want to remember,” she said, and shut the… door. The blank not-sight of the void was lost. It made no difference. While open the Door had been a blind spot, there had been nothing … Continue reading →

On her thirteenth birthday, I was awakened by a drip on my forehead. I slitted my eyes open and saw Sindy, my lovin’ livin’ doll, staring at me with with her big baby blues all tinged in red and drool … Continue reading →

”Good evening, Doctor. No appointments, but you might get some put off from today. You know.” The last day shift nurse – Marge? No, Madge – waved dispiritedly through the front windows at the sprawl of tiny cardboard headstones. “Your … Continue reading →

“He published it! I can’t believe the stupid cowboy published it. Does he not care about the goddamn American public’s faith in its goddamn government?” The CIA man spat viciously. A little saliva somehow failed to clear his full lips … Continue reading →

Aaron Preacher hesitated a moment before the grey carbon-composite door, hearing the empty metal echo of his footsteps fade behind him. Only here in all of Final Station were the corridors bare metal, only here were the doors unadorned pressure … Continue reading →

He gave the cord a little tug, then a series of slightly harder ones. Solid. Thin sure fingers explored the smooth surface of the jack. No cracks, firmly affixed, clean. He raised his hand and delicately tongued the tips of … Continue reading →

“What? Yes, I can hold.” Steve put his hand over the mouthpiece and muttered, “Some more.” He’d thought there was nothing more annoying than being on hold, until he’d discovered being on hold on a fricking landline of all the … Continue reading →

My first sight of you still burns in my memory, dancing the excerpted Carina Burana piece like a living flame on the school stage, far too good for a mere school talent show. Your costume had those floating silk streamers … Continue reading →