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The Woman On the Yellow Bicycle by Augie Peterson

The Woman On the Yellow Bicycle by Augie Peterson

With reluctance, I walked into the stuffy classroom. Hugging my arms close to my chest, I watched my feet walk across the tile floor. A dark haired woman stopped me before I could make my way to the seat I had eyed at the back of the classroom. She smiled, then rested her hands on my shoulders as the last few students hurried into the classroom. “Good morning class” the teacher spoke, massaging my shoulders. “This is Sandy, it’s her…

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Horror Writers 2016 Flash Fiction Contest Winner: "Christmas Blues", by E. Reyes

Horror Writers 2016 Flash Fiction Contest Winner: "Christmas Blues", by E. Reyes

Christmas Blues by E. Reyes   Barry felt he had to do it, but he was scared to death about the deadline that would ensue. The man in the black suit told him to think about it for a minute or two and either walk away or make a deal. The sun had just fallen behind the woods’ skeletal arms that touched the cold, crisp air. The sky was a cool purple and blue. Stars were beginning to shimmer enough…

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The Chimney by Baylea Hart

The Chimney by Baylea Hart

The Chimney   It was the smell of soot that woke her – thick and smoky, like a fire left burning for too long in a closed room. On any other evening Ethel might have been frightened, and may have forced herself through the oily darkness of her bedroom into the comfort of her parents arms and their safe, warm bed. But tonight was special. Tonight, that smell meant something different. Something magical. Ethel carefully wriggled herself further into the…

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The Haunted House: A Short Story

The Haunted House: A Short Story

Frederick stood 50 feet from the entrance of the haunted house while his teammates pleaded with him to go inside.  He rattled off a bunch of statistics of mechanical failings in these kinds of pop-up carnivals while they rolled their eyes. “Just 3 years ago in Iowa, the roof came loose and injured 5 people.  A 12 year old girl lost her arm.” They laughed.  “Freddy, if you’re scared, just say so.  You don’t have to make up injury statistics.”…

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The Old Man…And His Wife

The Old Man…And His Wife

A cul de sac: a dead end street with only one way in and/or out. A cul de sac community: everyone knows everyone, including their business. It’s all a façade, at twenty years old, I see right past them. At twenty years old, I learned that the only way in and/or out of this cul de sac was to face your neighbors, who were more like acquaintances that you only socialized with on July 4th Weekend over some burnt burgers…

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Sabrina Called

Sabrina Called

It was just after eight in the morning and the traffic was sluggish in London due to the heavy downpour. David, who kept one eye on the static traffic outside the bus window and the other on the driver who seemed to be wilfully going nowhere, was battling with the indignation that all commuters feel when they are running late and it is not their fault. He felt flushed and untidy. His tie was too tight around his neck. He…

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If You See One

If You See One

My daughter Brandy is seven.  She’s a really bright girl and I love her. She is – in part – most of the reason I try so hard at everything, and part of the reason I took my circus training, and started performing at kid’s parties. I felt like I needed to; as a single mom living with her grandma, I felt like a deadbeat. Big step down, but when you’re sleeping in the same room you did at 8…

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The Legend of Sam-El Caan

The Legend of Sam-El Caan

His name is Sam-El Caan, and he was once worshiped as a god.  In some countries, he may still be.  He was more a demon than a god, but no one knows exactly how he came into being.  He was “put to sleep” by a small group of monks at some point in the 1400s, and his eyes have not opened since.  He was buried deep beneath the ground in an unmarked field in the middle of Kentucky.  The original…

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Mommy Dearest by E. Reyes

Mommy Dearest by E. Reyes

You wake up.  It feels as if your bedroom has become a walk-in freezer.  You pick up your phone on the dresser and check the time, which is 3:25 AM.  You put your phone back to get warmer in your blanket. It doesn’t work.  It’s just so cold in here.  You hear footsteps ascending the stairs, but your attention remains on the coldness of the room. You finally get warm.  You turn away from your bedroom door and start getting…

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Sparrow

Sparrow

The sparrow had disturbed Grandmother throughout the week. She was living with us, and had been for some time. Grandmother had grown so frail that I insisted she move in. For her advanced age, Grandmother was healthy and content with only the faintest hits of senility. Her eyes were failing, we weren’t sure she heard half of what was said in the home, and she tired easily; a woman with nearly one hundred years on this planet will struggle with…

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