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

Reminder On The Wall

I wonder what they’ll see when I’m dead. The grains of time will erase me and leave nothing but bones. Ribs—hollow. Eyes—black. Hair—gone. Hands shackled. Ankles slanted. Toes pointed. Whoever finds me will discover a deceased reflection of what’s inside us all. Written By Grab a knife and stick a pumpkin! Enter into SMM 2016 Carve Your

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  

Boiled Alive

  I know they’re hungry, but I’m poison to the soul. I’ll irritate any bowel and corrupt all vitality. They lick their lips. Impatience will never boil water. They light the fire. I sit and bask—my arms rest upon the warm black pot. They whisper to each other as bubbles pop and splatter my broth.

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

Grime Street: Shadow Lady (Episode 3)

  Wade’s finger is on the trigger. Sinorita is about to go bang. Dirty Desmond checks into the nearest men’s room while someone…or something…lounges in the darkness. Wade has the shadow lady in his sights! Stay tuned and find out if his aim is true.

Grime Street: Hellmouth Lounge (Episode 2)

  Wade Hackette travels southbound toward the devilish Hellmouth Lounge. Sinorita is locked ‘n loaded and ready to go off. Sammie Redding gave the orders to kill. Something is written on a piece of paper. Follow Wade as he journeys into Grime Street’s local hellhole.

Friday Fright at Frank’s

Story By Karina Pinella   The fridge is empty; the oven is cold. Looks like no one is making dinner tonight. Brad decides to go to his friend’s house next door. Brad’s been known to drop by Frank’s house at odd hours. He rings the doorbell, but no one answers. He knocks on the door,