Category: Stories
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The Lair of the Beast
Silence, heavy and invasive, enveloped me. Resting against the coldness of a wall, I took what could be my last breath. And listened. The only sound came from the pounding of my heart. Nothing from within the lair of the beast. The beast was away. But not far, foraging for sustenance. This was my brief…
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Chimera
They call these places Gothic. Ruined places of worship that horror movies love to shoot, in the dark, preferably during a thunderstorm. Except today was a bright blue gem of a day, not a thundercloud in sight. If it wasn’t for the decayed body of a man recently found in the ruins of the crypt,…
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Lucky Guy
Walking through the debris, the twisted and burnt remnants of technology and humanity, I didn’t feel lucky. In a newly cratered field, littered with nothing but fragments no larger than a wallet, there could be no survivors. ‘Mr. Saunders, you look like you could do with this.’ An emergency first responder, covered in smoke and…
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THE DERANGEMENT REMAINS by William J. Jackson
Had I known the content of the individual and possessed knowledge of the damnable settlement from which he hailed before our venture, I would have slain the man on the spot. You might find this statement unsettling, but please, bear with me. I am the last survivor of a peaceful endeavor, and what I pen…
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The Missing
Those that kill, believe dead men tell no tales. But the dead can speak. They find a way. With my help, I take that message to the living. The call came late on a dreary afternoon, the grey skies and drizzle of another English winter, given up on its seasons. Inside a squad car, reduced…
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A Tasty Sampler
Recently, I’ve been collaborating with Lee Clark Zumpe to assemble a collection of vampire flash fiction. This is a follow-up to a collection we first released in 2008. The original collection was titled Blood Sampler: Subtle Sips and Spicy Shots and features 35 tales. Most of these tales are 150 words or less and first…
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Heaven From Hell
The furnace of the sun was relentless. Heat rose and shimmered from black tarmac, forming strange wavering mirages, as if the ghosts of millennia were awakening. Sara shuffled along, wiping sweat from her eyes, conserving energy as best she could. Shade, sought and offered on the street by thin and sparse trees, gave some form…
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Testament – Part 2
Before you start reading this post, I suggest you read “Testament” by Jack Tyler at this link [https://threadsthatbind.net/2025/01/30/testament/] first. Jack posted this story here on the blog and I loved it. However, the story ends on a huge cliffhanger—and immediately a continuation/conclusion came to my mind. I asked Jack if he would mind me writing…
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A Deadly Reunion
Light poured from the open doorway, red neon trickling over wet pavement like blood from an open wound. An arterial thumping pounded inside my head in time to the beat of music that seeped from the party inside. I swallowed. This really wasn’t how I’d envisaged meeting her. But it had to be done. Twenty-five…
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PICKLEBALL ZOMBIES
Our Thursday blog posts have of late been largely educational in nature, which is a Good Thing. But although I always appreciate them for their relevance, timeliness, and thoughtfulness, I decided to instead opt for a little comic relief this time around. After a hiatus, I got back into playing tennis last year while our…
Garrett Dennis
Threads that Bind 