Category: Stories
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A BRIEF TREAT
by William J. Jackson Ilsa Waters found her future waiting, pink and fragrant, atop the marble island in her remodeled kitchen. Surrounded by wood paneled walls and white countertops, a stainless steel sink with elephantine faucet, it greeted her quietly. Softer than love in sugary whorls over placid fondant. “I can’t believe you got me…
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A Risk Worth Taking
I feel I must apologise to the real writers here as I feel somewhat of an imposter. I really can’t offer any insight or advice about the writing process or the genre of horror. Like Jack has recently declared, I too am not a real writer. Not in the sense of being driven to write.…
Peter
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The Door

There are few objects more ordinary than a door. We pass through them a dozen times a day without thought. They separate rooms, mark boundaries, provide privacy. But in horror, doors carry far heavier meaning. They become symbols of fear—of what lies beyond, or of what might cross through when we least expect it. A…
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FLASH OF FATE
Recently I had an idea to further the wickedness of my Horror In The Hundreds, but my brain decided to touch down on a bit of writing I admittedly am not good at but do enjoy. Flash fiction has been a fun thing for years now, completing a tale in under 2,000 words (often…
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The Uses Of Horror
We don’t have to understand why art works to enjoy that it works, but as craftspeople it can be helpful to consider how stories function. Most writers enjoy words, so our natural tendency if a story feels wrong is to fiddle with the prose. Sometimes, however, the reason a story isn’t working isn’t because the…
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Heart on her Sleeve
We first crossed paths at the Greyhound station in San Antonio. It was mid-summer, lousy hot, and she had tossed her duffel bag against an out-of-the-way wall and was reclining against it, maybe trying to catch a nap, maybe not. She was wearing denim shorts and a tank top to combat the heat, but from…
Jack Tyler
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A Jagged Domain
AUGUST 10, 1970 New keys are a beautiful sight to behold, especially at the start of Summer, when the world is welcoming all to step out and embrace new promises. “There you go, Mister Newfield,” Mike Parsons said, voice lethargic, eyes red. “The Block’s all yours. Rent’s due every first of the month.” Walter Newfield,…
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Mister Jack-0-Lantern

Mister Jack-O-Lantern “Have you ever taken a long look at Johnny Waite’s eyes? Johnny’s eyes are as black as his stained soul, and what is behind that boy’s eyes is pure evil. The worst monsters are human beings. The ones who appear normal on the surface.” ~ Dr. Thomas Davison, author ***** Jack: The good…
Dr. Thomas Davison, author
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The Marvelous Miss Myrta
The mind is a wonderful thing to waste. In an idle moment, for some unknown reason I found myself wondering whether the horror writer H.P. Lovecraft and the occultist Aleister Crowley ever got together or otherwise communicated with each other, since they were contemporaries. So, I looked it up online—and then, still being a writer…
Garrett Dennis
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Membranes
A relic of my steampunk days. Ignore the made-up vehicle and enjoy the chills… “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” ~ WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet “Mr. Potter. Mr. Potter, you need to wake up. There are some people here to see you.” Lucius Potter opened his…
Jack Tyler