She stared at the book of shadows for a long, long time. Eye of newt? Toe of frog? Wool of bat? Tongue of dog? For real? Jesus. Small wonder they burnt you back then if they could find you; today, the threat would come more from PETA than the neighborhood priest. ‘Maybe Buddhism is more […]
At some point, lifelong goths begin to wear their black INSIDE and are thus free to wear pink or ThinkGeek t-shirts if they like. This is not because they’ve grown out of any particular phase; it is simply that they no longer need fashion to proclaim their aesthetic. It is important to note that, after […]
Land was a complete moron; Water knew this, but she had pined for so long … brushing up against him when she could, being mysterious, being dramatic. Sometimes, there was a little rush of fascination but, overall, nothing. Then he took up with Fire and that was the last bloody straw. She would come ashore […]
“Mr. Mayhew?” she asked. “Uh, no, actually – it’s ‘Mayhem’.” “I see. And you’re in an investigative partnership with Terrance Merder?” “Yes, ma’am; that’s correct.” The registrar looked at him coldly over her glasses. “Merder and Mayhem, Private Detectives”? “Can’t fight Fate,” he said with a broad grin. Too broad, she casually noted.
Why is the South so scary? I have no idea, but it bloody well is. Treat yourself to some terrific stories out by the side of The Moonlit Road.
(Torn portion of a list left at Grandhall’s Confectionary by Mrs. Arabella Dreadpenny:) Molasses Bitters Candied mint leaf … (a dark smudge obscures the text) … dipped and thickly covered, mandrake (again, the text is unreadable) … like butterscotch …
I’ve submitted a story for inclusion in ‘Machine of Death 2’; please think good thoughts about “Liquidation”!
I watched “Burn, Witch, Burn” via Netflix the other day – solely because the witch in question is named ‘Tansy’. (There aren’t a lot of us, so you can imagine my excitement.) I had low expectations, but was pleasantly surprised by this 1962 occult thriller, which delivered its fair share of mystery, chills, paranoia, voodoo […]
Tracy’s guardian angel smiled. “Typically, people are impressed when I appear before them.” She shut her calculus book. “I’m sorry; it’s nothing personal. I’m just freaking out about this test. You could be a stress-induced hallucination for all I know.” Again, that smile. “What if I told you that I used to be a math […]
I’m always delighted when a person falls in love with a piece of my microfiction; it’s wonderful hearing that it chilled them, moved them or made them laugh. It’s often hard to confess that there’s nothing else to read – it exists only as its 420-character self; it isn’t the trailer to a longer story […]