Brief tales with sharp teeth. Quick jolts of dread, perfect for when you only have time for one nightmare. Flash fiction meant to chill, unsettle, and linger long after the last word.
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A knock on the door of his father’s cabin told John he wasn’t alone in the deep woods. What’s waiting on the other side will answer all his questions, whether he wants them or not…
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John hadn’t spoken to his father in fifteen years. Now he’s alone in the old man’s cabin, cleaning up what’s left of a life that wanted nothing to do with him. When his car gets stuck in the soft Alabama ground and with no signal, he has no way out until morning. And something in…
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The night air pressed down like rain-soaked bedsheets. Old, worn shoes rubbed Anthony Barron’s sockless ankles raw as they slapped against cracked concrete. Behind him, a Holtson City cop’s flashlight jittered between houses. “Stop running, boy!” He knew better than to stop. Mama might have been high all the time, but she ain’t raise no…
