The Gold Seal
Andre de Corcy cursed under his breath as the charcoal split in his hands, smudging the rubbing of the sarcophagus seal. It was his fourth copy, so the mishap was hardly surprising if still inconvenient.
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Hell is a Stage
The angry roar of heavy metal screamed from the amplifier at ear-bleeding decibels. Kip Daniels stood nearby, his fingers expertly navigating the fretboard of a blue Ibanez six-string guitar.
The Ache
It had started with the funny feeling in her belly.
The Sideshow of the Void
From time to time, murmurs and mutterings concerning the carnival spread amongst the houses of town like an unseen plague This signals the carnival’s imminent arrival.
Dark Harbor Magazine Issue #002
Waxing Chaos
It wasn’t the time of the call; Blake was used to that, and he was a light sleeper - call it the nature of the job. When the call at 1AM is from your doctor, that raised both eyebrows.
Cold Hearted
“This is the Qualicare Refrigerator Customer Service Line. My name is Natalie. How may I help you?”
“This is Eileen Mayers. Is this who I call when my fridge acts funny?”
A Helping Hand
Panic laced its fingers through Greg Eskew. I’ve got us lost, put us in danger.
If I Were a Blackbird
The feathers started as the coarse black hairs that grew out of the mole between my human shoulder blades.
The Implausible End of Everything
Alex DeNozia worked nights. He was a forklift driver at a warehouse in Colorado Springs, and it was his job to load up product onto trailers for next day delivery after the other guys on shift had organized the product onto pallets by type and destination.