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Nanny Dreadful

The following short story was presented at the Jersey City Writers’ monthly genre event–Creepypasta: A Literary Reading of Web Horror. Please enjoy. I checked every room, but I couldn’t find mommy or daddy anywhere. The house was empty and I didn’t know what to do. I grew worried and started crying for my parents, until a […]

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DIRTY GREAT MONSTER

The following short story was presented at the Jersey City Writers’ monthly genre event–Creepypasta: A Literary Reading of Web Horror. Please enjoy. ASKREDDIT: What’s the creepiest thing to have happened to you? throwitoutbitch   Ok. Throw away account here. Even though it’s almost 3 decades later, I still don’t like to talk about it. I was […]

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Pox

The stink of sickness emanating from the man made Pedro retch. “It’s the pox,” Juan whispered. “I can see that,” Pedro said. Back in Spain a wave of smallpox swept through Pedro’s boyhood village. It left his brother covered in a flurry of scars. It left his sister dead. And it left Pedro untouched. He’d […]

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One Last Blast

The cowboy throws down his rucksack and winces as he pulls off his boots. It’s been a long time since he’s needed to do either one of those things when arriving in a strange place. If only time could destroy modern civilization, instead of just his health. “So everything worked out with the fake papers […]

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New Job

“You,” a voice called to me, “you ever been on a trail drive before?” I whirred around to see who it was addressing me. A big dusty fellow advanced upon me, slapping the dirt from his thighs. He came up to the bar and stood beside me. “Me?” “Yeah, ever been on one? We could […]

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Even the Taliban

Our Pashtun interpreter asked me to repeat the question. When he translated it for the village elders, they asked him to repeat it as well. The guys in my unit watched me, to see if I was joshing the locals. “Chief,” the lieutenant said—if you’re a Navajo Indian everyone calls you Chief—“why did you ask […]

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Heart of Gold

The following short story was presented at the Jersey City Writers’ monthly genre event–Whiskey Saloon. Please enjoy. Deep in the heart of gangland territory, in a brothel and the homebase of Lordstown’s misfits, our heroine Val had an extraordinarily difficult time chewing on cooked desert lizard. Meanwhile Baines studied her from across the table. Her short […]

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Wanton Fallacy

The following short story was presented at the Jersey City Writers’ monthly genre event–Whiskey Saloon. Please enjoy. “Kirk, the Reviled.  That’s what they called him.” said the man reclining in the wooden chair, chewing on tobacco and rocking back and forth. “Why Kirk?  That doesn’t sound like a Southern name.  Or a Texan name.  Or…”  The […]

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All Along The Water

The following short story was presented at the Jersey City Writers’ monthly genre event–Whiskey Saloon. Please enjoy.   Phil and I were getting water from the creek and sore about having to do it. We had a well in the yard. But Ma had this real strange fear about the well drying up so we had […]

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Salt

The following short story was presented at the Jersey City Writers’ monthly genre event–Whiskey Saloon.  Please enjoy.   On the third day I knew we were going to die. My captors seemed to know it too. Their pugnacious expressions had changed to something softer, wider-eyed. I tried to keep my own eyes closed as much […]

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