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The Saloon Murders
It’s late in the evening. The cowboys and cowgirls are all in bed. A woman is sitting in the dark again. She is at her desk typing details in a letter. She doesn’t need the light to see what is being typed. She’s got it down to a science. She types it urgently as if it’s a matter between life and death. The typewriter dings with each return. She is frantic and determined to fix what this woman has done to the man she loves. In mid-sentence, the phone rings causing her to jump. She answers it.
By Meredith McLartyabout a month ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Fog
The fog settled over the village like a blanket soaked in silence. At first it was gentle, wrapping the streets in a quiet hush. But as night deepened, it thickened into something heavier, almost alive, crawling along the cobblestones and slipping into the cracks of every home. It was not the kind of fog that simply blurred the edges of things. This fog carried a chill that touched the marrow, a weight that pressed on the heart, and whispered doubts in voices that sounded eerily familiar.
By Sound and Spiritabout a month ago in Fiction
The Pfister sisters and other God-blessed heroes . Winner in Mismatch Challenge. Content Warning.
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for they will have absolute revenge. Blessed are the meek, for they will be terrible with strength in the Lord. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will take nourishment from the wicked. Blessed are the pure in heart, for no evil shall stand against them.
By Sam Spinelliabout a month ago in Fiction
They said my daughter was next. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The night air was heavy. We were walking back from my daughter’s school recital, holding hands, cutting through a shortcut I had taken a thousand times. Then, shadows detached themselves from the wall. Four men. Maybe five.
By I don't sleepabout a month ago in Fiction
Where The Forest Laughs
This is a supernatural American folk Horror about blood thirsty little creatures that bite. Two New York detectives follow the blood stained evidence of a murder case deep into American mythology, legend, folklore, and blood thirsty little creatures--THAT BITE!!!
By Edward Smithabout a month ago in Fiction
Patriots. Expatriates.
The white china cup clattered against the serving plate as the train hit a soft bump. He stared glassy-eyed as the coffee within swirled. Mountains flitted by his window, their gray dominance only interrupted by the lush green landscape at their base.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Fiction
