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Short Story – The Hole Beneath

Richard stood in Hunter’s room, frozen. The smell of cardboard and dust filled the air as he packed the last box, his heart heavy with guilt. Sammy had insisted it was time—time to box up their son’s toys, his clothes, his life. One year. One long, agonizing year since Hunter disappeared from his bed, leaving...More Please

Short Story – Closing the Tiki Bar

Brandon Gallagher leaned back in the creaky barstool, rubbing a hand over his stubbled jaw as he stared at the dimly lit Tiki Bar. It was 2:07 a.m., and the quiet was deafening. A far cry from the chaos that usually filled the place—clinking glasses, drunken laughter, the occasional off-key karaoke rendition of “Margaritaville.” Now...More Please

Short Story – Tiny Porcelain Doll

Teri Palmer had never been one for knick-knacks. Her little two-bedroom house in Albany was spare, nearly ascetic. A few framed photos on the wall, a couple of mugs she’d had since college, and a secondhand armchair she’d picked up when she first moved in. She kept things simple. Orderly. No space for anything extra...More Please

Short Story – The Birthday Camera

Sandy shuffled through the cluttered aisles of the pawn shop, her fingers brushing over dusty knick-knacks and forgotten relics, her mind somewhere far away. Franky’s birthday was just a few days away, and she was desperate to find him something special. Ever since her husband, Tom, had passed last year, Franky hadn’t been the same....More Please

Short Story – Hunting for Bigfoot

Brandon, Kyle, and Seth had always been close, the kind of friends whose bonds formed in the muddy creeks of Northern California. From the time they were kids, they had been fascinated by Bigfoot. Not the way other kids were, as a casual “What if?” fueled by cartoons and campfire stories, but with a real,...More Please

Short Story – I am Zombie

I am Zombie
The woman awoke with a start, her face pressed against cold concrete. Everything was dark and silent, except for the faint metallic clank echoing from somewhere far away. A sweet taste lingered in her mouth, though she couldn’t place what it was. Her vision blurred, and her head swam in a thick fog. She blinked,...More Please
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