Ooze by Anthony M. Rud First published in Weird Tales Volume 1 Issue 1 in March 1923 I In the heart of a second-growth piney-woods jungle of southern Alabama, a region sparsely settled by backwoods blacks and Cajans—that queer, half-wild people descended from Acadian exiles of the middle eighteenth century—stands… Continue Reading
The Black Beauty by Erin Dillman The house on the corner had just been painted blue. The painters were collecting their buckets and brushes, ladders and hats and were about to walk off home for their supper. They’d be back tomorrow to put the new sign above the door…. Continue Reading
The Path In Blue By Jason N. Drake The whole bedroom was bathed in blue. It had been this way every since the first twister hit the small town of Jasper, Kansas. That day the winds had been horrendous sending the branch of a cottonwood tree sailing through the bedroom… Continue Reading
Padre by David Wardrop It was National Pretzel Day and the church was alive. If you were to stop and listen you would hear it breathing not that you could for it being National Pretzel Day the church was busy and the church being busy meant that the church was… Continue Reading
I’m Looking for Blue Eyes by Matt Wall WM3K Submission Genre: Western Subgenre: Magical Realism Prompt: Blue Google Trending Prompt: National Pretzel Day She rode her horse across the last of the wide open desert as she approached the town in the distance. Her face was dirty and her… Continue Reading
When the words ‘Not Guilty’ sounded through the crowded courtroom that dark December afternoon, Arthur Wilbraham, the great criminal KC, and leader for the triumphant defense, was represented by his junior; but Johnson, his private secretary, carried the verdict across to his chambers like lightning. ‘It’s what we expected, I think,’ said the barrister,… Continue Reading
‘Halloa! Below there!’ When he heard a voice thus calling to him, he was standing at the door of his box, with a flag in his hand, furled round its short pole. One would have thought, considering the nature of the ground, that he could not have doubted from what… Continue Reading
LOST HEARTS It was, as far as I can ascertain, in September of the year 1811 that a postchaise drew up before the door of Aswarby Hall, in the heart of Lincolnshire. The little boy who was the only passenger in the chaise, and who jumped out as soon as… Continue Reading
“No,” said Jackson with a deprecatory smile “I’m sorry. I don’t want to upset your game. I shan’t be doing that because you’ll have plenty without me. But I’m not playing any games of hide-and-seek.” It was Christmas Eve, and we were a party of fourteen with just the proper… Continue Reading
It was the middle of November when we arrived at Martingdale, and found the place anything but romantic or pleasant. The walks were wet and sodden, the trees were leafless, there were no flowers save a few late pink roses blooming in the garden. It had been a wet season,… Continue Reading
