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Fido the Pitbull whimpers when he thinks about his owner. He wonders where old men go when their bodies stop moving. He wonders if it’s his fault and that’s why he’s behind bars. Jailers give him toys, treats, and cuddles. But no one takes him home. A couple visit him sometimes. The man …
She keeps tapping her phone as she waits by their car. This has become her habit over the course of the last thirty minutes. The minutes won’t even roll over; they just stare back at her, rubbing in the fact that she’ll be late the rest of the day. She should’ve never run errands with …
Everyone knows where they were May 13th, 2018, 18:34 Coordinated Universal Time, The Day the World Screamed—the day their neighbor/their co-worker/their friend unzipped its human skin and flew up into the sky. We’d later compare them to dragonflies. The way the green-red insectoids peeled out from human flesh. The way their four giant wings fluttered …
“You okay?” asked Sven. He stirred his drink and smiled at Ingrid. She sat, cross-armed, eyeing him like a potential mugger. “It’s just coffee, relax.” “I have things to do,” she huffed. And she did–she had very important lab samples to run. This was inconvenient. She thought herself immune to frivolous things like human feelings. …
Into her black-leather high-heel boots, she slides. And her black elbow-length gloves. All whilst he smiles in his office of bullet-proof glass. He does not hear her clacking heels down his hall. But he knows… oh, he knows… The smiles melt from his devotee’s faces. They, too, sense her approaching. They mark the …
Zeit finished his painting of the dead man in the grave. He tried to end the piano sonata playing in the background, but his device didn’t register his voice. He tried to pull the cord from the outlet but it wouldn’t budge. “What is going on?” he mumbled. He tried to physically …
The hotel staff at Bedlam Inn have a very special way of dealing with pesky guests. You know the kind. Entitled wackadoos who demand demand demand. They get the most exclusive room. Our staff will personally escort them up. “You’ll love the king-size bed,” they’ll say with a smile. And the guests always do. Until they sleep. And the bed’s mouth …
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Little Alma’s mother scolded her the day they moved into The Locus for “smiling at weirdos.” But to Alma, the tenants were just sad. Once a hotel for old Hollywood, The Locus was now an apartment complex for the destitute. It was said the depressing building took their souls. When her mother wasn’t looking, Alma …
Blade was a huge fan of horror author Lector Price. Being his bodyguard would’ve been a dream if not for the line of 7,000 impatiently waiting for their books to be signed. At 3:34 pm, person 2,003, Price began to bleed. A callus on his finger had torn. “Bleed on mine, too,” the fans begged. …
Three-year-old Rex adored the TV. He knew how to use the remote and often snuck out of bed to watch. When caught, Rex would pout and point his stubby finger to the TV screen. “I watch the people,” he’d explain. One morning as the family watched Sunflower Cove, the TV fizzled out and couldn’t be turned …