Horror – The Drabblecast

My twin brother had been a dry-eyed baby, and he grew into a dry-eyed boy. “Yaakov, why don’t you ever cry?” I asked him the day we buried my uncle’s family. He shrugged. “Maybe you carry all the tears for both of us, Anna.” I thought he might be right. In the past month I […]

Izam’s fingers moved on their own. They found his sunken chest. And counted his ribs. His father would have slapped his hand away. A stupid habit of a stupid boy. A stupid starving boy who counted his ribs when he was hungry even though it only made him hungrier. Izam knew it was stupid but […]

The good news is, zombie unicorns almost never bite. The bad news is, even a tiny scratch from a zombie unicorn horn will turn you into a zombie. Mom discovered that by accident.             Why I Hate Zombie Unicorns by Laura Pearlman The good news is, zombie unicorns almost never […]

A collection of stories from the Cat With Blue Fur Writing Contest.                       Meow Meow Bang Bang by Oliver Buckram She was the kind of dame you never forget. Lips as moist and pink as smoked salmon. Legs as long and well maintained as the […]

Nate had expected the first serial killer. In fact the first thing he’d said to Kelly once their Ford rolled to a stop on the shoulder was, “This is serial killer country. We’re finished.” She made scaredy-cat eyes and drew a finger across her throat. “Finished,” he enunciated. She’d heard his bake before, something to […]

After a year in San Francisco, my legs grew strong again. A hill and a half lay between the bookstore where I found work and the apartment I shared with the Kotos. Every morning and evening I walked, breathing mist and rain into my desert-scarred lungs, and every morning the walk was a little easier. […]

What he loved was the silence, the pristine clarity of the ice shelf: the purposeful breathing of the dogs straining against their traces, the hiss of the runners, the opalescent arc of the sky. Garner peered through shifting veils of snow at the endless sweep of glacial terrain before him, the wind gnawing at him, […]

Walking back up the road toward home, I saw Rich Hartzell locking up his cabin. His car was stuffed to the roof with cardboard boxes and black trash bags; only the driver’s seat was empty.             The Only Game in Town by Desmond Warzel   Walking back up the road […]

There’s a dream you have. It’s not a proper dream. It’s impatient, fired with urgency. It arrives without warning, veering suddenly out of the night. You’re kneeling on the bridge. It’s late afternoon. Clouds mass low in the sky, seagulls wheel over the bridge spans, humidity hangs thick in the air. Cars speed by on […]

H.P. Lovecraft Month continues with an originally commissioned story: “To Whatever” by Shaenon Garrity. To know or not to know is the penultimate question in Lovecraftian horror. What mysteries lie beyond the wall of our understanding? What if we were to commune with whatever lay beyond that wall? Or in that wall?  That is the […]