Whitefall

Whitefall

The night sky was clear when the last snow fell. Vern had been inside, reloading the greenbar paper into the printers, when Joe called for him to come look outside. “Vern! Get out here! You gotta see this!” He didn’t go. There were fourteen printers to switch and he...
Little Star

Little Star

Author’s Note:One of the themes for our Cult Fiction horror shows I used to run was ‘Box of Shadows’. The stories had to be horror and some sort of evil box had to be central to the story.  I wrote my story ‘HorseHammer’ and the final...
A Burial for Zeus

A Burial for Zeus

Author’s Note:I wrote this story years ago as an entry for a Twilight Tales anthology called ‘The Book of Dead Things’. It was accepted, and was going to be published, but a conversation with the editors revealed that they were disappointed that...
Inhabitant

Inhabitant

Mary Alice Eckerson was a natural born saleswoman. As a child she’d run a lemonade stand. It wasn’t enough for her so she added a line of cupcakes (made by her mother) and baseball cards (stolen from her brother). From Kool-aid to cars to condos, she built a career...
Sandgrabbing

Sandgrabbing

Rick had always been fascinated with the water. Even growing up in the Chicago burbs, where Lake Michigan was a poor substitute for the world’s oceans, he loved the beach. The lake was the closest thing to the endless sea he desired. He made the most of it and...
The Men of the City

The Men of the City

Amon Rajan did not face the room as he regarded the city-scape through the massive glass window. He appeared as a trim silhouette against the sunset and kept his hands tucked in the small of his back. It was melodramatic, aloof, and, with any luck, frustrated his...