Horror

Allie held the painting at arm’s length and looked for something scary in it. The drying canvas was blood-soaked with all the reds she had squeezed from the tubes now…

by Forsythia G-Robin and L. B. Apocalypse I take the same route to work every day: I walk from the west side, Easton Avenue, down the hill past the train…

You are not a ghost, I know, because I can touch you. I pull leaves and branches out of your curly hair as you pull my hips closer to you,…

The idea, absurd as it might be, was a simple one.             The fish tank in Chris’s bedroom was no ordinary fish tank. The tank itself, basking in the soft…

When he found it, we said let it alone,call the police.  But he tampered with it,took money out before a squad car arrived.Baffled, the officers grew annoyed,made accusations of hoax,…

Isaac never could draw a bicycle from memory, but most people couldn’t. Sure, they’d remember its two eponymous wheels, and the handlebars and seat came next, but so many forgot…

War stories? Now, a man like me is full of them, and some that can’t be told until I’ve had a pint. You’ve stood me three and so I’ll tell the best o’ them. Not that you’d be able to write it down and publish it. Some things are not ‘fit for print,’ you know.

PHOTO KIOSK My parents will retire soon, their eyes too fuzzy, their hands too shaky to fill prescriptions, and this crusty old pharmacy will be my cross to bear. And…

She smelled her first. Heavy musk perfume, sweat, stale lavender and smoke. Florence ordered her nose to remain unwrinkled and glanced around the dim tea room, balancing her tray. The…

My work demands the completion of many unpleasant tasks, but the most unpleasant are these quarterly visits to my grandfather. As the one who’d gotten him committed to the institution,…