Horror
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Grace in Green
First, this beautiful painting was conjured by Layne Mercer from nothing but a mental image, which is immensely impressive. We are so thankful he agreed to collaborate with us on this project, it brings it to life. Please check out his content, as he is also a top-notch fiction writer.
Tall Eyes
The department store was empty, save for the squeak of a cart wheel. Braiden followed his mom and their wobbly cart through the aisles. When they passed the brightly colored aisle of toys, his young eyes caught and stuck. He snatched a squeeze ball filled with fish.
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I watch the hole in the man’s forehead be healed by a magic bullet. His brain matter and blood leap off the asphalt and crowd into the crimson gash above his eyes. The bullet departs through the unmarred back of his skull. The man is left unharmed and crouching over a shattered phone, a hammer held aloft in his hand, rage colored in his cheeks. The ruin…
When She Kissed the Earth
(Authors Note: I decided to rewrite this for the Lunar Awards, and because I have grown so much as a writer by being on Substack. Plus, I posted it when I had a smaller following, so there’s a chance many subscribers haven’t read this one).
Underneath
This story was just adapted into an audio drama by ‘The NoSleep Podcast’ for the debut of their 22nd season. As a side note, I’m glad I changed my mind about using Keith Loser as a pen name lol
Tommy Tell Me
7 The crime scene photos looked exactly like her son’s bedroom, yet alien and strange. The desk was the same, every detail in place, but the little reflective table number marking Nick’s iPad as evidence made it seem foreign, unreal. The note was there on the desk, but her eyes fixated on the small glob of red just at the bottom. Somebody was asking her …
In the Cleft of A Rock
The station floats against a pure black and unmarred void, a tiny speck shining in the dark. Through the small reinforced porthole, it almost looks fake, like a two-dimensional projection against a dark screen. There are not many stars beyond the station, mostly just primordial abyss. The haptic-light projection of the galaxy shows a small red blip labe…
The Harvester
This short was adapted into audio form by The NoSleep Podcast, if you want to check that out - here’s the full episode. It starts around 8:40