Stolen: Short Horror Fiction

Mariah cowered in the back of her closet, behind her beautiful Christmas and Easter gowns and dirty clothes wicker basket. She had her fist shoved in her mouth, biting down to stifle the cries. Peeking through a curtain of blonde tangles, she gazed at the tiny slates of the door, praying the bad men she heard wouldn’t find her hiding spot...

Without Light: The Lab Review, Volume 1

Train to Nowhere: Story Week Reader, Volume 9

It was him. I’d followed him from the Forest Park El platform out into the bus terminal secretly hoping he’d recognize me. Having only seen his picture on Facebook, I wasn’t completely sure, but now, sitting two feet away from him, I just knew....


 

 

Short Fiction and Nonfiction

The darkness was stealing her life, driving her insane, as it wormed its way into her mind. It shoved aside all thought, filling the spaces with nothingness. The complete black pressed heavily on her body, caving in her back and chest, her head and legs. But there was nothing to break up the deep obsidian. Not even a slip of light around the seam of a door. Not even the faded illumination of a covered window...