microfiction The Hunger Of The Cathwary Rhombus The inscription could be translated as either ‘fortress’ or ‘prison’. Scholars likewise weren’t sure what the deity it housed had been a god of…
microfiction The Last Train Home My life began to end when I fell asleep on the train home. A mistake I’d made plenty of times before, like who knows how many of my fellow commuters. But this time…
microfiction A Special Guest At Chalky House I always knew old widow Chalker’s family had been rich, but I couldn’t believe the treasures in that house of hers. Well, if she’s too daft to sell them, I reckon she’s too daft to miss a few…
microfiction For Research Purposes This scoop was going to be Oliver’s big break. While mainstream journalists repeated stock fear mongering, he was going to pen a bold first-hand report of experiencing this “astral meth”.
microfiction Another Momentary Lapse, Another Tragedy Pain throbs behind my eyeballs. I hope that means I drunk too much last night, not too little. A hope that dies when I realise my hands are sticky…
microfiction A Temporary Fix It all happened so fast. Getting the call from the boating club. Rushing to hospital. Being told that Callum had passed. And then, slim dangling hope - “There’s an experimental procedure…”
microfiction Hungry Roots Brian was proud of his apple orchard and took good care of his trees. Including the ones he let grow wild around the edges of his property. But sometimes pruning is called for…
microfiction Marked And Taken I wake to my father sobbing and my mother holding my hand tight. I know what this means. I’ve been marked.
microfiction Any Resemblance To Real People Is Terrible Craig loved how people loved his scrappy little campus horror mag. He never wanted to give it up. And what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them…
microfiction Beneath The Eighth Step Ellie felt so lucky to have inherited her aunt’s charming cottage and collection of art materials! But turns out she’s accepted more than a house…
microfiction The Power Of Unholy Friendship Father Bernard has carried out countless exorcisms, and doesn't expect this job to be any different...
microfiction Sunshine Sanitarium Case Reopened (Not Clickbait) Denise and her brothers had tried recording ghosts plenty of places before, but she had a feeling Sunshine Sanitarium was going to be their big scoop…
microfiction Stranded With The News Before the clouds descended, Fran had lamented not being connected to the city…
microfiction No Laughing Matter Of all the curses to sweep the world… clowns. At least turning into a zombie had a dignified sort of pathos.
microfiction Grasping From The Canal I was just trying to clear my head. Be healthy. Do my therapist proud.
microfiction Worse Than Alone Kelly woke to find the internet down - and the city empty. Surely there has to be SOMEONE else left?
microfiction Mugging Analysis You could learn a lot about a person by going through their pockets. Which wasn’t why Trevor did it, but he fancied himself a connoisseur of the human condition after over a decade in the mugging business.
microfiction Taken In On The Lonely Cold Road She looked the perfect picture of a shrine-tender. I suspected nothing, eager to take shelter against the desolate cold of the isolated road…
microfiction Freeplay Horror In The Midnight Arcade Determined to make the most of the arcade’s birthday party free play offer, I didn’t realise how late it had gotten until everyone else was long gone…
microfiction Blood At The End Of The Rainbow Leprechaun gold is in high demand for cosmetics, so Sean was used to following rainbows on his rounds. But what he finds at the base of this one will haunt his nightmares…
microfiction Got To Get Those Dream Steps In Every night I have the same dream. Star-studded yellow sky. Glowing red trees. Screaming.
microfiction Cursed For Scrumping When the local witch seemingly vanishes, Jim sees a chance to try and dispel the curse she laid on him years ago - but Ms Smyth has not left, and always meant what she said…
microfiction C_T_O_IC Writing On The Wall This part of town was covered in graffiti, so Mark wasn’t sure when the game of hangman appeared. It must be some communal art piece. He was happy to join in…
microfiction Check The Basement I was woken by a tapping sound. For a moment I thought it was the oak tree outside my window. Then I remembered this new house doesn't have trees near it...
