Nowhere In Particular

The road never ends. All I can do is stick my thumb out and hope a stupid bastard stops. Most don’t. And the people who do stop, well…I’m positive they’ll never do that again. Yup. It’s true. A red station wagon rattles down the dusty road. I extend my thumb as the station wagon drifts

Mother Ghoul’s Nursery Rhymes: Jack & Jill

Jack and Jill went up the hill to make whoopie in a barn. Jack heard licking sounds and found a vampire sucking a goat. Frustrated fangs tore into his throat. Now, Jack is hungry and chasing Jill around. Uh, oh—Jill fell down! Mother Ghoul invites you to make your own horror nursery rhyme using Jack

Fifty Words Story Collaboration: A Great Fall

He felt dizzy and fell hard; his head bleeding profusely. Running to him, she, too, tumbled. Her arm snapped, and she screamed. She crawled painfully to him. “Are you okay, Jack?” He winced. “There’s something wrong with the well water, Jill. I feel sick. Tell everyone not to drink it.” “Oh, Jack,” Jill bawled from

Fifty Words Story Collaboration: Ripped

  “Don’t try my patience, Henrik, we agreed when this all started that we would be as one; the aim the same, and they would all pay,” she says, through blood stained teeth; spit flies from her mouth. It lands on the ground before her; seeping into the brown clay of the earth. Words still try

Fifty Words Story Collaboration: The Collector

Sebastian fussed over his collection of antique bottles. He arranged them on shelves that rose from floor to ceiling, in the room. The only illumination was from a hanging chandelier in the center. The bottles were comprised of various materials from all over the world and across human history. Unbroken clay pots from Mesopotamia hulked

Fifty Words Story Collaboration: In the Distance

I saw it there in the distance. A streak of luminescence in an otherwise dismal world. I  hungered for it; staring unblinking. It moved closer—that brilliant glow. Holding out my hand, I touched the edge of his collar. It was then I realized, the light came from his soul. Our eyes met, and as his

50 Words Story Collaboration: Jerome

  She had a long day at work and couldn’t wait to go home and just look into Jerome’s eyes. She smiled, entering the apartment. “Honey, I’m home!” She walked over to a cupboard and took out a jar. She stared into it, and Jerome’s eyeballs, suspended in formaldehyde, stared back. Three Days Earlier  

Graveyard Shift

Since working at the morgue, Elmer has learned to appreciate the dead. He looks at the clock and sighs. A few more hours until he can call it dawn.   “Okay, your move,” he says to the poker-faced corpse propped on a seat across from him, with a chessboard between them.   “Do you really