Wrapped inside a chrysalis of excrement beneath the dry earth she slept away black centuries in a semi-gelatinous state. Gradually an exquisite shape formed inside the foul pupa, regaining consciousness only as vital organs shifted sluggishly, painfully into place.
Soon it would be time to emerge, and she was ravenous.
Sarah has been in love with short stories all her life, but most of her writing energy is focused on her blog.
Joey and Mauler held the handkerchiefs to their faces as the smell of burning flesh seeped into their souls. They chanted the malediction they’d learned from the warlock with muffled voices, hoping they’d remembered it correctly.
That evening, the beast came and corrected them. It breathed in their scent, hungrily.
James Kowalczyk was born and raised in Brooklyn. He now lives in Northern California with his wife, two daughters, and four cats. His work has been published in numerous publications both online and in print. He teaches English at the high school and college level.
The moon had been eaten again.
People glanced through the bullet-proof glass of their homes in the stratosphere, realised the time of the month. None of them worried.
The creature would regurgitate it again soon, bit by bit, its surface shining with saliva.
Perhaps one day it would admit defeat.
William Shaw is a student, blogger, and amateur journalist. He is slightly obsessed with the moon. You can find him on Tumblr, where he writes haiku poetry about Doctor Who.
A loud noise wakes Gary up.
He is knocked unconscious.
He wakes again in a dark room with thick white prison bars on one side. The warm air reeks foully with a rotten stench.
He feels the floor moving, notices its moistness, and realizes the white prison bars are teeth.
Denny E, Marshall has had art, poetry, and fiction published, including cover art for Disturbed Digest
June 2015. See more at dennymarshall.com
Steps creaked. The house was foreboding.
I wouldn’t have come, but my brother said She would meet me here.
As I rubbed the dirt aside to peer in the window, a bloodcurdling screech sounded behind me. Adrenaline shot through me. I jumped and whirled, fist connecting.
My brother lay unmoving.
Trina Krieger is an artist struggling to write her memoir. When the process gets overwhelming, she writes urban fantasy instead.
I want tiny singers like Mothra had.
They would accompany me invisibly and appear at crucial moments in my life, with their haunting angelic voices twining together, lifting to the heavens, bringing down a meteoric rain of fire and stone upon my enemies, and then gently singing me to sleep.
Kenny A. Chaffin
writes poetry, fiction, and nonfiction, and has published in a variety of magazines. He grew up in southern Oklahoma and now lives in Denver, CO, where he works hard to make enough of a living to support two cats, numerous wild birds, and a bevy of squirrels.
James was running, faster than he ever had before. The thing (whatever it was) was in hot pursuit. A cold icy hand grabbed his shoulder, sending a deep chill down his spine. James could see the end. The beast brought him down.
Finally he knew what it was.
Luke Tamblin is 11 years old and enjoys mountain biking, climbing, and skiing. His favourite food is pizza and he loves to read!
My eyes snapped open. Where was I? Taking a few paces forward, I felt twigs snapping under my feet like bones of an old corpse. Looking down, I suddenly realised that there were no twigs, only bones and flesh.
Letting out a petrified scream, I knew my time was up…
Xander Armstrong is 11 years old and enjoys swimming and playing chess, cricket and rounders. He loves correcting teachers’ spelling! His favourite authors are Roald Dahl, J.K Rowling, Jeff Kinney, and David Walliams.
The beast resided under the bridge that was his captive,
Destined to frighten all who passed.
He longed to feel the warmth of another creature besides the blindingly beautiful sun and dance with someone other than the cold bitter wind.
Footsteps sounded from above his home.
His roar was heard.
Holly Coombs is a high school student with a passion for writing and an opportunity to share it.
The closet was dark and musty. He wished he could spend his time in the parents’ walk-in closets, instead.
The kid started snoring. The sooner he scared him, the sooner he’d get paid. Then he could worry about paying rent.
Too bad his place was no larger than a closet.
Nathan Hystad will be published in an upcoming Anthology called Malevolence: Tales from Beyond the Veil, coming soon from Tickety Boo Press.