My name is Reginald Harmon Davies, although you might remember me as Demon Davies, the Butcher of Broad Street. I was convicted of murdering twenty-three people over a five year period in central Ohio back in 1998. My arrest and trial made all the major news outlets, but that was twenty years ago. When I…
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How to summon the Butter Street Hitchhiker
(With all stories of this nature, the disclaimer “Do not try this at home” is a given. That being said, I could probably prevent copycats by changing some of the details so that even if you managed to find the right pickup spot you wouldn’t be able to summon the Hitchhiker. But hey, if you’re…
If you can see this, it is very important that you keep reading
This is Col. Jacob Wayne of the United States Air Force. If you’re reading this right now, it is very important that you keep reading until the end. It should take three to five minutes, and it is extremely important that you read carefully and follow the instructions provided. Humor me if you must, but…
The Alligator
[My parents were doing some housekeeping and found this. It’s a short story I wrote for my creative writing class during my sophomore year of college. I remember turning it in and expecting the professor to hate it. Then to confirm my fear, the professor singled me out before class and asked me to stay…
“You Don’t Know Me.” – Short Fiction
(Short fiction from a writing prompt on www.reddit.com/r/writingprompts) Tim turned the collar of his ragged coat up against the wind, but the fabric was so riddled with holes it didn’t make much of a difference. He shivered as he held up his sign on the corner of 5th and Vine. Shivering may be a good…
Cheap Heat (Short Fiction)
Jesus, where am I? Brody opened his eyes. He was lying on a weight bench, his head throbbing. Above him hung a banner of some no name high school in who gives a shit Georgia. Preston Bulldogs, it read. A high school gym, it was coming back to him now. The banner was flanked by…
This is Hell, after all
Tom didn’t know how he got here. He remembered stalking the woman through the parking lot, waiting for the right moment to make the grab. Her Coach handbag dangled from her elbow as he tagged behind her, pretending to text on his phone to lessen suspicion. He waited until she exited the parking lot onto…