Now a time-worn 22-year-old, after ten successful years hunting monsters under beds, Tommy was washed up and ostracized, no longer hero but villain.
His insatiable appetite for monster flesh and increasing expertise in the slaughter had brought his prey near extinction.
A protected species, the last monsters cowered in zoos.
Alison would like to give thanks to Ran Walker, who made her think about those poor monsters under the bed in a different light.
Editor: This story is a follow-up to Ran Walker’s “Hunting Nightmares.”
I kissed her forehead. She frowned a delicate apology and laid her head back on the pillow. Our eyes met and we knew we were not alone, would never be alone again.
Death took her and I stood by, unable to fight the invisible, unable to take the permission back.
Merideth Grue jumps at her own shadow, but it jumps too, so that’s okay. More Grue can be found at http://gravatar.com/lsadeness.
I see a homeless lady standing. Her sweater hangs loosely from her frame.
A man walks near her. He gives her a cigarette.
Her hair looks like dying grass.
I look at the leaves falling slowly, and I want to bury each one as if they were a loved one.
Jorge B. Valdes Jr., an SFA graduate student, lives in East Texas and contributes to movie, film, and book reviews for the Horrorzine, having contributed to their anthology, “Feast of Frights.” On his time off, he tries to ponder reality, and the reality of truly being and enjoying things. Valdes is happily married and has 2 wonderful dogs named Corben and Shadow.
Sad was a girl with no history.
Dropped at a shelter as a baby. Foster system: tossed in the wind. Sad’s the only name that took.
Tear-streaked, walking the streets, cold seeped through her skin.
“Come in,” said the man. She did.
Now she knows a new form of sadness.
Blanche Baxter is a freelance writer and storyteller rom Pittsburgh PA. She loves a good story, big or small.
He shook Emma side to side to wake her up.
“Wake up, it’s Christmas! Wake up. It’s another day for growing old!”
She was colder than ever.
He melted a tablet of cocoa and wore pleated pants.
Holding a cup of chocolate, he realized he needed to grow old alone.
Alex Alvarez wants to be a writer and not just someone who writes. She’s now slaving away in the field of science. More of her works at http://alexandralvarez.wordpress.com/
“That was my husband. He dropped Jenny off at school.”
She sips her coffee.
“Sorry, ignore that. Unnecessary. I’m just restless.”
She tucks a stray hair.
“How does this work then?”
Crosses, uncrosses her legs.
He puts his teacup down. He speaks.
“I’d rather you take your ring off, first.”
A recent graduate in English and Creative Writing, Carlotta currently spends most of her time re-drafting and re-writing her CV, as much as she would rather be re-drafting and re-writing her stories. She is looking to work as an editorial assistant for a publishing company, but knows that she will be looking and waiting for quite a while. Her favourite things to write are short stories, flash fiction and poetry. Carlotta lives near London and aspires to have her work read by more than just her friends and family one day. If that someone is you, you can visit her blog.