Category Archives: Short Stories

My business partner Aaron and I arrived at the dark cottage late at night, soaked to the bone from the torrential rain. The sign outside read Rooms Available! We were weary, and this should have been a good omen, yet the silhouette cut around the house by the full moon’s light left me unsettled. “IContinue reading “Don’t Let the Bed Bugs Bite”

I should have never gone out on the boat with Ron.  I laid in the lower deck of his small sailboat listening to him laughing on the phone with his jackass friends about the latest Joe Rogan podcast. My face was smushed against a plastic life preserver as I tried to focus on the hollowContinue reading “Through the Fog”

I just can’t stop killing myself. It started off innocently enough, I suppose. It was the classic story of boy meets girl, boy messes up relationship, boy meets witch, boy wishes he can turn back time. Surprisingly, my wish worked as expected. I traveled back in time to a week prior when my girlfriend dumpedContinue reading “I Just Can’t Stop Killing Myself”

“And who am I? My name is DEATHBOT, and I am here to tell you exactly what day you will die. But first, do you accept my terms and conditions?”

It was a desolate night outside of Anheuser Theatre, but the halls within warmed with the activity of black clad stage hands frantically assembling the show of the year. The theatre normally blended innocuously into the industrial background of Milwaukee like a balsam fir nuzzled within the caress of a tree farm, however tonight the red brick building was lit elegantly. Two massive spotlights strafed through the foggy air and skipped along the shallow, dark sky. A shimmering red carpet led from the sidewalk, through the front door, and into the main hall. Gates were set up on either side to contain the tittering crowd. Four long, gold drapes with dark green fringe hung over the lip of the roof and ran down the front of the building. Millions of pounds of saturated clouds hung over the scene with holy catastrophic potential.

“Can you believe that every person eats an average of eight spiders in their sleep each year –” knock, knock Franz was laying on a shag carpet on the floor of his apartment, twisting the dark orange, dreadlike fibers between his fingers and listening to a podcast about bugs. Normally he would not show thisContinue reading “Knock, Knock”

After the third time that his brother had declined his call, Charlie became incensed. He ignored the furious sounds of car horns blaring as he peeled out of the parking spot. The tires of the Audi screeched as he swung a violent U-turn, and tore down the road towards his lost brother.

The green darkness seemed to unravel and open as he drove further and further down the road towards his home. The full moon guided him down the pathway and illuminated the forest around him. It seemed as if there was a macabre puppet show being produced by the arms of the trees. The pitch black shadows were dancing over the chilly, light blue rays bouncing off the moon.