
Troubadour Horror Zone: This is the second part of our new horror/thriller series, featuring creatures or myths. We will be posting a new story each week, written by a different author each time, with an introductory essay on the horror character written by Chris Deal. This week the theme is were...
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This guy from the office—Bob or Bill—he warned me, as he filled a coffee filter, that he may not be his usual self.
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Long and lanky and always of a dark eye, ever adept at study of any kind, Wingsy held a broad maple leaf aloft, with fine fingers at the end of one long thin arm, against an angle of penetrating August sunlight.
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We were sitting on empty nail kegs next to his icehouse on the edge of Lily Pond in Saugus, Doc Sawyer and me, talking about everything and nothing in particular.
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After my divorce and enduring my set-ups, life was crazy.
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Lying to get laid(Today’s title is thanks to Will)Gigi seemed to spend her life these days thinking that she’d seen it all and heard it all. And yet, it never failed. Just when she thought nothing else could shock her, she always found something or someone to prove her so wrong, that she wa...
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The reason for this was the white noise of news, data, music, and anything else he could find on the NeuralNet feed to keep his mind busy during the increasingly slow moments at the Cat O’Nine Tails.
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Delilah sat in the backseat, twirling her hair around her finger while Chance whistled along with the radio.
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Now I wake each morning in my tiny attic room, I stretch and yawn, another glorious day of idleness awaits me.
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This story can begin anywhere; back there, up here, at the site of the Double-NN ranch, on the dusty roads beyond the ranch, with any one of the characters caught up by the presence of the colt, by the colt itself that caused the uproar.
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The moon was there somewhere, blinded by the impenetrable ocean of clouds clenching above the earth as if they wanted to strangle it with darkness
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I am now certain I know who Nightshade is, but if I'm wrong I'll be the laughingstock of Gotham...
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Her eyes rose and met his. She smiled. He felt something shift inside him.
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The mirror folds in on itself. Images separate. At seven years of age I was drowning!It was simple as that. Water, water everywhere and not a drop I should drink.“Cut the crap,” I thought. It’s not funny. It was strange, my mind still working, conjuring images, associations, and the p...
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Earl Chatsby, for six years ceased being a father for real, felt an odd distinction coming into his place of being.
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When Bear and I first met I was working for the city of Bangor, located in southwestern lower Michigan; I was a police officer.
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We were as close as the moth and the flame, the tongue and the bad tooth, back then.
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Her gumdrop eyes glisten in the rogue moonlight beyond our bedroom window.
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I closed my eyes against the smell of her hair, strawberries and cream, shook away the image of her crooked smile.
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I closed my eyes against the smell of her hair, strawberries and cream, shook away the image of her crooked smile.
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“Goodnight, my love.” Jimmy says as he kisses the picture and turns off the light.
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“Oh” Gigi!! Gigi and her many O’s… well, she really went and did it this time.
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I was the first to see it coming, and I was the last to see it end.
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After my divorce from Jonah was final, I hated men.
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