By. Joshua Scully
Staying several steps ahead of her younger sister, Jessica periodically checked to confirm a matchbook remained securely in her back pocket. A full fuel can was slowly growing heavy in her left hand. She carried a golf club in the other.
A boreal wind from the north churned flurries between the leafless branches of several deciduous trees. Such a mottled sky on an early spring day seemed almost suspicious. The sun was regrettably nowhere to be found, although Jessica had not yet experienced anything malicious during daylight hours.
The steady crunching of papery leaves behind Jessica assured her that Sarah followed. She knew her sister didn’t fully understand this mission. Sarah lugged another fuel can and struggled to keep up with her determined sibling.
A derelict Montreal & Appalachia Railroad caboose and an abandoned spur line emerged from the surrounding forest just over a mile from Jessica’s…
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Charles Hobbs reached the top of a final hill. The vast winter darkness of the Atlantic stretched out before him. His eyes searched the expanse of sand between this grassy hill and the ocean. His c…
Source: FICTION — Early American Bankers
“Sleeping at the Rum Cherry Motel” falls somewhere between The Twilight Zone and Tales from the Crypt. Todd McHugh is on the run from the law in my recent piece appearing in Twister Sister Lig Mag‘s “Payback’s a Bitch” issue. Todd is hoping to slip away to Mexico after murdering his wife, and he’s stopped for a few hours of sleep at the Rum Cherry Motel. Click the image below to see if Todd evades justice and melts away into the Mexican backcountry.
Onboard Theia, Sarah Chavous had just a few remaining moments to potentially save the Earth from an extraterrestrial attack. She lowered herself into the weapon compartment. Incredibly weak and fat…
Source: FICTION – Larissa is Coming
I was fortunate enough to have a short horror piece published by Flash Fiction Magazine last week. I wrote “You First” in August.
I grew up in a somewhat isolated farmhouse, where (much to my family’s chagrin) the power and telephone frequently went out for long periods. I remember that the mildest thunderstorm often was enough to knock out our utilities. The power and telephone companies rarely had an explanation and certainly took their time restoring service to us. I had been reflecting on those childhood experiences before I started to write this story. The setting for “You First” is essentially my parents’ house, with some elements of my grandparents’ house (which was an even larger, older farmhouse that had a seriously creepy vibe on certain nights). The setting could easily be located in rural Pennsylvania or West Virginia.
“You First” takes place on the remote Hetherington farm, where two…
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