Horror

(Or: Why Love in the Moonlight Is Never a Good Idea) Delicate, exotic flowers are still growing in the gardens at the Duke Estate, although it’s a lot harder to…

You never did like that corner of your room. It was just out of reach from the faint and flickering television—riddled with shadows. I remember your nightly texts, begging me to come over and stay with you until dawn. You said the darkness was too much to bear. That what was waiting within it was watching.

A hue of green like none ever witnessed in nature. Yellow veins on thin skin. I lurch toward the irresistible smell. I salivate in anticipation of the crispness, the shock of flavor. I bare my teeth.

The patient A. was a man in his thirties, unmarried, a minor official in the local government here in Vienna; eminently respectable, enjoying the esteem of his colleagues and the confidence of his superiors.

The rooster didn’t want to die. It raked its spurs and twisted its head halfway around to try and jab at Fiona with its beak. But she kept her chokehold under its head while her free hand shoved a dagger through its neck.

There is no God,
yet Angels stride
the emptiness of stars.

When you said that in the bar, “Nothing moves me, baby. There’s nothing new,” I grinned. I just took it as a challenge. But now, Denny thought, I would do anything for you. Anything.

The lined foolscap sheets were yellow at the edges and the writing was faded but legible. The paper was stapled in three lots, headed SESSIONS I, II, III and dated…

I meet a group of middle-aged ladies at the diner. I cannot tell you their names, or what they look like. I am good at details, but I cannot describe…

In the halcyon days of the mid twentieth century, when cars were big and skirts were short, it was an accepted idea that one could choose a career, pursue and…