Station Seven
The air tastes like ammonia and bleach and something underneath both.
Horror
Deconstruction
The box says forty-two pieces. I’ve counted three times
Shardik
Shardik woke to the high-pitched laughter of the woman and growled quietly to himself.
The Last Mercy
Three flowers, a knife, and the burden of knowing what mercy costs.
Eye Spy
Something green.
Calum in the Forest
Every shot taken draws the forest closer.
Haley Alone
Nothing but a trail of broken bone and rotten flesh.
Who Gardens the Gardeners?
It started as a joke, really. Betsy dared me.
Another Z in the Fourth Wall
Eddie’s fist connected with a satisfying crunch and Haley couldn’t keep from smiling. The zombie’s newly-detached lower jaw sailed through the air, flicking ...
The Good and the Bad
I relish the fine minutia of perfection.
Mary Had a Disgruntled Lamb
Mary had a disgruntled little lamb, Whose fleece was greasy and matted And everywhere that Mary went, It rudely belched and farted.