The Crystal Mere by Neil Armstrong
by Neil Armstrong ‘Come to me, find me, I’m here…’ There was a slight creak from the porch step of the cabin as footsteps, one, then two, landed with a slight splash. The…
by Neil Armstrong ‘Come to me, find me, I’m here…’ There was a slight creak from the porch step of the cabin as footsteps, one, then two, landed with a slight splash. The…
by Anoop Anthony It was after 7:00 PM and the night crowds at Malik bazaar thronged within its tight lanes. Stores of all kinds lined the bazaar’s alleys — tourist traps selling souvenirs,…
by Katherine L.P. King The auditorium was full. The crowd jostled, murmured, squirmed. They were not individuals, but a mass of breathing, twitching limbs and eyes, heaving hot flesh with hundreds of gaping,…
by Ashley A. Rich I never wanted to eat people; I just wanted to know what they tasted like. Working in a cadaver lab for nearly ten years, I’d wondered. There was no…
by Joe Pitkin “Maybe we can stay here,” the boy says. “Here on this pillar?” I ask. “I think we’ll be ready to climb down by morning.” “No, I mean here. The Sanctuary.”…
by Luke Tebb Article from The Layton Times entitled ‘Giant Rats Invading Homes in Rider Way’: Rider Way is usually a quiet area where not much happens. In the past few weeks,…
by David McDonald Paul’s heart hammered in his chest, his mouth dry, as he leant on the fence and watched the wet laundry flap in the wind. At first glance he had been…
by Patrick Loveland A low rising hum and crackling of static electricity woke Richard Stuart in his hospital bed. Through bleary eyes he looked around, seeing he was flanked by beeping machines. Pierced…
by Avery Malone “Tell me again what kind of cult it was,” he said, eyes scanning ahead, both hands on the wheel. Both hands on the wheel meant he was paying close attention…
by Dmitry Kostyukevich “Ruslan! Stop feeding them!” Aunt Masha grabbed Ruslan’s thin wrist, and the boy nearly dropped the cookie. He pursed his mouth and looked plaintively at me. I stroked my son’s…