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Three for the Week – July 24

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A Man Is What He Don’t Do

Ray had run a fence crew for thirty years and he had carried on with a woman out of Federalsburg for eleven of them, and Barbara had found out in 1990 and thrown him out and taken him back in six weeks. It was known. It had been known so long that it had stopped…

Pineshade Phantom

The river has always been hungry. For forty years, the town of Pineshade told itself the nightmare ended when Stanley Kane, the masked Phantom, plunged into the black waters of the Silaq’tem. But the river never releases what it claims. It only waits. And it never forgets. Now the past claws its way back. Whispering…

A Constitutional Question the Court Decided It Didn’t Want to Answer

When the Supreme Court handed down its decision this morning that states may bar transgender girls from girls’ and women’s sports teams, the headline wrote itself: a 6–3 majority upheld laws in West Virginia and Idaho restricting female athletics to biological females. What the headline obscures is how the majority got there, and the route…

Low Water

This is a horror story. But so is life. This is a Fenton Wexler original work. And for that, you are welcome.

Clematis

The balcony, in the end, was always hers.

The Rightest Way

Part of me hopes you have no clue what you did to me, and the other hopes you do. Because if you didn’t know, that means I’m not defending a villain. But if you did, then at least I know my pain is justified.

The Off-Season

“I’m not going to be it,” she said at last. Gently. Definitively. “I want to be clear before you start building something in your head, because I can hear you starting. I’m not the thing you come home to when the city stops working. I had that. I had eleven years of being the thing…

If I Had His Face

She had the same eyes as her brother. Same jaw, same crease in their brows when they argued. Their mother had said so their whole lives, strangers said it, photos said it. She had always loved that, the sense of being matched, of belonging to someone. She had never hated it until now.

Doubt Your Doubts

“…A woman has been liking on you. That’s it. That’s the whole sickness.” Her voice didn’t rise. It went lower. “And it has eaten you alive. Because you don’t know what to do with a thing you didn’t con somebody into.”

The Jester

When the cursed jester doll from an estate sale brings a legendary slasher killer to a coastal town of Westport, California, it awakens a legacy of horror that refuses to stay buried. Generations ago, Aleron—a jester betrayed by a king—laid a curse on the unjust. Now, his vengeance returns in the form of the legendary…

The Wish and the Cost: A Critical Look at Obsession

Curry Barker’s Obsession arrived in American theaters on May 15, 2026, carrying the kind of pre-release expectation that usually crushes small horror films. It came out of TIFF’s Midnight Madness block the previous September with strong word of mouth, sold to Focus Features for a reported fifteen million dollars after being made for about one…

The Seed Library

Mara opened the door of the old branch library at six in the morning, the way she had every Tuesday for the past three years. The lock still stuck. She still kicked it. The hinges still complained in their tired metal voices, and she still loved the sound. The building had not been a real…

The Work That Disappears

“I do not want to make this essay too tidy. There is something hard about the kind of life I am describing. To work on systems that disappear when they succeed is to accept a particular relationship with recognition. You will not get a parade. You will, in many cases, not even get thanked. You…

Like the Flower

Calla will check her arm in the morning. Sober, in a different light, some name she half-invented outside a kitchen with bad tiles. She says her name again. It gets absorbed into the peeling wallpaper.

Unfinished Bussiness

Ron Harper thought the worst thing that could happen in college was being invisible. Then he died—and it stuck. Now a ghost classified as an Unfinished Business Person, Ron is trapped in an afterlife run like a cosmic bureaucracy, where the only way out is solving his own murder. Teaming up with Jessica, another newly…

THE LANDSCAPE HAS ABANDONMENT ISSUES

I am currently wedged in a ventilation duct that is precisely the width of my own optimism—which is to say, significantly narrower than it looked from the floor—arguing with a 17th-century oil painting. A merchant named Cornelius stares at me from across the room with judgmental intensity, while my target, a 1683 Dutch landscape, is…

last dawn of humanity

The Last Dawn of Humanity by                                                           rowdy rood   .   Chapter 1: Echoes of the Fallen City  The concrete arteries of the city lay fractured, choked with the dust of fallen titans. Twisted rebar clawed at the bruised sky, skeletal fingers reaching for a sun that offered no solace, only a stark illumination of…

The Colors, Oh the Colors

There is a particular quality of light that belongs exclusively to the past. Miriam had come to understand this slowly, the way one comes to understand most important things, which is to say reluctantly, and only after a great deal of unnecessary suffering. The light of memory, she had decided, possessed a warmth that no…

ERIN ROBERTS, RECLUANT SLÄSHER

Erin Roberts, the awkward black sheep of a legendary slasher family, fails spectacularly at every kill. More at home with vampire myths than knives, he’s the Slasher League of America’s biggest liability—until his latest target doesn’t die. She’s a vampire nursing a 1950s grudge against his bloodline. One lost mask later, fangs crash through SLOA…

The way we talk

This may not be the post for everyone. If you are in a mood for reflection, understanding and some mourning, this could be you.

Old Friends

Ash and Mari are old childhood friends who were separated by their differences but have always been neighbors. Upon graduation, Ash has completely changed and Mari seems interested in wanting to be her friend again, feeling guilty for the way they ended, but Ash trusts no one except her childhood best friend. Tyger, a ruthless…

My Uncle, My Nightmare

After a terrifying call from her long-dead “Uncle Tony” on her late-night paranormal radio show, radio host Lydia finds herself plunged back into the nightmare she thought she escaped as a child. What begins as a personal haunting quickly spirals into something far darker. A string of brutal ritualistic murders — starting with bartender Samara…

Creature Feature

In the shadowed woods of Washington State, Sidney and Martha Jones sought refuge from the greatest tragedy of their lives — the mysterious disappearance of their fourteen-year-old son, Billy, in the Great Smoky Mountains. But some nightmares cannot be escaped. When a towering, telepathic creature known as B2B begins visiting their secluded cabin, the grieving…

The Devil at Mile Marker Twelve

“They stood there, the two of them, while the jukebox played and the dawn crept closer. The woman at the bar hadn’t moved. The bartender had his hands below the counter, probably on a shotgun, probably not planning to use it either way.”

The Woman in 4B

“He didn’t tell her. Not that night. But he thought about it. Thought about her question. Thought about her eyes in the dark, watching him like she was reading something written on his skin.”

OVERHEATED RIVALRY: The Long Game Comes To An End

  This story is a work of fan fiction, born from imagination and deep respect for the characters’ original context. The ending you’re about to read is my personal interpretation—one of many possible paths for Shane and Ilya’s journey. Other fans might envision different outcomes, some more hopeful, some perhaps even more heart-wrenching. Their story,…

ONE DEAD END AFTER ANOTHER

If human life is a journey, as the cliche goes, our daily lives become the road that we travel. It happens that for some individuals, the streets they travel along, with indecisions and misfires, take them to dead ends. During his journey, Jason U. reached a dead end. He had to make a decision.

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