A new business plan

Midnight Snacks & Movie Macabre

Source: Beloved Father by Susan Elizabeth Gray

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

I know what you desire…

By: Mark Slade

Tags: Fantasy, Royality, Suspense

Source: The Queen of Death by Mark Slade

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

The Sounds of Pity and Alarm

By: Algernon Blackwood

Tags: Cold, Crying, Horror

Source: The Wendigo Chapter 3

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

Then they had cauterized the wound

By: David R. Solomon

Tags: Medical Horror, Survival, Wilderness

Source: Fear by David R. Solomon

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

The old lady had a favorite nephew

By: Marie Belloc Lowndes

Tags: Serial Killer, Shadowy Threats, Suspense

Source: The Lodger (Short Story) by Mrs Belloc Lowndes

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

What on earth are you doing out there?

By: Marie Belloc Lowndes

Tags: Horror, Murder, Victorian

Source: The Lodger: Chapter 01

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

Orobas born in human form

By: Lothar Tuppan

Tags: Halloween, Letter, Satan

Source: Halloween Memories by Lothar Tuppan

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

A really boring David Lynch film

By: Lothar Tuppan

Tags: California, David Lynch, Mosquitoes

Source: The Immortal Gas Pumper Boy by Lothar Tuppan

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

I caught a glimpse of the man in black standing in the doorway

By: Tyson Blue

Tags: Cars, Hitman, trouble

Source: Incident on a Florida Highway (A Vignette) by Tyson Blue

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

The Blonde from Beyond

By: Thomas M. Malafarina

Tags: Alien, Seduction, Space

Source: Space Girl Returns by Thomas M. Malafarina

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

We threw his body overboard

By: Edgar Rice Burroughs

Tags: Asea, Murder, Overboard

Source: The Land That Time Forgot Pt 4

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

God knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men

By: Mark Slade

Tags: Church, Evil, Occult

Source: When Is a Duck, Not a Duck? by Mark Slade

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

Vinny has gone nuts!

By: B.R. Stateham

Tags: Crazy, Murder, Phone

Source: Something Deadly by B.R. Stateham

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

Blood Bank Beauty

By: Thomas M. Malafarina

Tags: Bank, Blood, Halloween

Source: Blood Bank by Thomas M. Malafarina

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

Doubt of the real facts is inevitable

By: H.P. Lovecraft

Tags: Cosmic, Lovecraftian, Mythos

Source: At the Mountains of Madness Chapter 01

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

A Look of Terrifying Joy

By: Chauncey Haworth

Tags: Horror Transformation, Monstrous Librarian, Suspenseful Survival, Terrifying Encounter, Unnatural Hunger

Source: The Librarian by Chauncey Haworth

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

Arthur covered their garage floor with a plastic tarp…

By: Thomas M. Malafarina

Tags: Art, Dark, Murder

Source: Art’s Work By Thomas M. Malafarina

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

The Blue Before the Black

By: Eric J. Guignard

Tags: Clouds, Sky, War

Source: Yōkai of the Rising Sun By Eric J. Guignard

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

A Servant of Father Christmas

By: Chauncey Haworth

Tags: Brother, Brothers, Christmas, Father Christmas, Moonlight

Source: Black Pete: A Christmas Tale by Chauncey Haworth

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

A Buzz and A Scratch

By: Chauncey Haworth

Tags: Library Terror, Paranoia and Fear, Psychological Horror, Shadowy Threats, Supernatural Suspense

Source: The Librarian by Chauncey Haworth

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

The Heir of Otranto

By: Horace Walpole

Tags: Castle, Gothic, Prophecy

Source: The Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

I see those dog-faced assholes now!

By: Mark Slade

Tags: Engines, Post-apocalyptic, Tanks

Source: Rat and Miriam by Mark Slade

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

Beep-beep

By: Mark Slade

Tags: Murder, Roadrunner, Satire

Source: The Roadrunner Murder

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

Only a fortnight, my Queen.

By: Mark Slade

Tags: Horror, Suspense

Source: The Queen of Death by Mark Slade

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

Southeast Across the Arctic Wasteland

By: Lothar Tuppan

Tags: Terrifying Encounter, trouble, Unnatural Hunger

Source: The Frozen Warrior By Lothar Tuppan

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

The Lost Pocket of Earth

By: Edgar Rice Burroughs

Tags: Adventure, Lost, World

Source: The Land That Time Forgot Pt 1

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

She had been walking ceaselessly on the Camino Real

By: Lothar Tuppan

Tags: California, Church, Enigmatic

Source: The Camino Real by Lothar J. Tuppan

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

No Go the Sloppy Joe

By: Lothar Tuppan

Tags: Alien, Dark Sci-Fi Humor, Surreal Survival, Virtual Reality Dystopia

It was in the third century of my exile into the virtual world assigned to me when I encountered the Lunch Lady.

My spinal fluid (the real meatspace stuff) was being harvested to add a choice “seasoning” to the food of our ultra-dimensional overlords. It turns out that I am part of the 3% of the humans that have rarified spinal fluid… I’m finally part of the elite! Yay!

They gave me a choice “life” to live while they milked me. It was part adventure story, part erotic thriller, and part music video. So it was a surprise when my living room turned into a high school cafeteria serving area.

“You are late again little Jimmy,” said a woman’s pinched mouth while her pinched eyes accused me. “No sloppy joe for you today. Just this pistol.”

I looked down and saw my small, child-hands holding some sort of ray gun.

“Now,” she said looking invitingly, “Make sure you eat all the food on your plate.”

I was suddenly and extremely hungry for whatever came out of that barrel. I just knew it would be the tastiest of treats. I put the barrel of the strange gun in my mouth, winked at the lunch lady, and pulled the trigger.

My meatspace eyes opened. I was in some sort of encounter suit with tubes and cables. I looked up and saw that the biological computer my suit was hooked up to was dead. It smelled like a rotting frog I found once.

I clumsily got myself out of the suit (it was going to take a while to get my strength and coordination back) and looked around.

Everything was broken and deserted and insectoid scientists, still wearing their chitinous lab coats, were dead around me.

What the fuck had happened?

Half Awake, Half Dreaming

By: Robert W. Chambers

Tags: Gothic, Mystery, Mystical Symbols

Source: The Mask by Robert W. Chambers

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

It was always gentle, even when it was rough

By: Mark Slade

Tags: Bar, Detective, Windower

Source: Blood on the Tracks by Mark Slade

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

Of course, there were a few he hated more than the others

By: Chauncey Haworth

Tags: Dark Humor, Halloween, Hatred

Source: The Last Great Halloween By Chauncey Haworth

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

Biting Into the Big Apple

By: Tyson Blue

Tags: Blood, Hitman, Vampire

Source: Edible Friend by Tyson Blue

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

The Nemedian Chronicles

By: Robert E. Howard

Tags: Ancient, Barbarian, Conan

Source: The Phoenix on the Sword Chapter 1

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

Chicken of the Corn

By: Lothar Tuppan

Tags: Dark Humor, Horror, Mystical Symbols, Rural Folklore, Supernatural Revenge

Pain. He knew nothing but pain. Until he opened his eyes. At that point he also knew confusion.

He was on his back, spread-eagled, with each limb tied firmly to stakes in the ground. It was a hot summer day and he could see the leaves of the corn stalks swaying around and above him.

His entire body ached as if someone had punctured him thousands of times with wooden golf-tees. God, he missed playing golf. Maybe after starting the new job out west, he’d be able to afford to play again. He could feel that he was bleeding all over but he couldn’t lift his head up enough to see. He was too weak from loss of blood.

He remembered pulling over on the long and nearly deserted two-lane road as he drove across Iowa to take a piss. He vaguely remembered seeing a strange statue, next to the corn rows, shaped like a rooster with two-heads and four wings. It had strange symbols carved on its chest. Symbols that had made him angry, even though he had no idea what they meant. He remembered pissing on the statue to show his disgust.

He had no recollection of what happened after he finished emptying his bladder but, as he heard the sound of angry clucking, he knew he had made a mistake. A very serious mistake.

…my health was quite unnecessarily robust.

By: E.F. Benson

Tags: Gothic, Hallucination, Victorian

Source: Between The Lights by E.F. Benson

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

Remember me?

By: Tyson Blue

Tags: Bar, Hitman, Prosthetic

Source: The Bitch is Back By Tyson Blue

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

Whispers Beneath the Ice

By: H.P. Lovecraft

Tags: Horror, Ice, Lovecraftian

Source: At the Mountains of Madness Chapter 02

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

Where predators now lived in fear

By: Thomas M. Malafarina

Tags: Carpenteresque, Killers, Post-apocalyptic

Source: The Death Patrol By Thomas M. Malafarina

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

Fat hands fanning powdered breasts

By: Joel Townsley Rogers

Tags: Crime, Horror, Psychological Thriller

Source: Hark! The Rattle! By Joel Townsley Rogers

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

Jimmy Doesn’t Believe in Black Pete

By: Chauncey Haworth

Tags: Bedtime, Black Pete, Brothers, Christmas, Folklore

Source: Black Pete: A Christmas Tale by Chauncey Haworth

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

Hold on now, Gina. You can’t go blaming me for this.

By: Thomas M. Malafarina

Tags: Marriage, SUV, Urns

Source: Urns by Thomas M. Malafarina

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

The cans had corroded and begun to leak

By: Tyson Blue

Tags: Bleach, Crime, Money, Stains

Source: The Money Plot by Tyson Blue

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

BAT DICK!!!Or: Two Guys Running from a Bat Monster

By: Salt Dixon

Tags: bats, funny, monster, Suspenseful Survival, Terrifying Encounter

Source: Twisted Pulp Magazine Issue #29

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

…her vivid dream burnt into her waking memory.

By: Chauncey Haworth

Tags: Bedtime, Horror, Shadowy Threats

Source: The Rogue Brainchild by Chauncey Haworth

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

In the Church of the Dragon

By: Robert W. Chambers

Tags: Church, Dark, Music

Source: In the Court of the Dragon by Robert W. Chambers

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

I didn’t give a fuck about anything

By: Paige Keir

Tags: Bubbles, Survival, Television

Source: The Unintended Consequences of Daytime Television

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

Echoes of Frost and Fire

By: Robert E. Howard

Tags: Barbarian, Conan, Dark Fantasy, Sword And Sorcery

Source: The Phoenix on the Sword Chapter 2

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

My uninvited visitor was a fox

By: Brian Warf

Tags: Black, Fox, Snow

Source: A Dead Ringer For A Black Fox: Part 1 by Brian Warf

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

Setting my Sights

By: Tyson Blue

Tags: Docks, Hitman, Murder

Source: Traffic Jam by Tyson Blue

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

Assassinated a small black cat

By: Paul B.D. Lynde

Tags: Bewitched, Satire, Weird

Source: Darrin’s Dilemma By Paul B.D. Lynde

Nick Palatino snorted a fine line of coke. Snagged one of ten active burner phones—and punched speed dial to ring his favorite Vegas hooker: “St. Suzie’s signed me to a five year deal. I’m gonna coach men’s hoops and change the team name to Alien Nation. How’s your sweet ass feel about movin’ to New York City?”

Buck naked on the sofa, nipples suddenly taut, Diane Walsh purred. “How much green they giving you?”

“Roughly $20 million—if I last five years—which I doubt will happen. But the budget for my staff is also highly lucrative.”

“About $5 million then for the upcoming season. You gonna make my sweet ass rich if I make the move Nick?”

Palatino popped the cork on a bottle of Booker’s bourbon. Poured four fingers over ice. “Beyond your wildest dreams Diane—if you meet my demands and follow my instructions without fail.”

Diane turned to hooking her second year in law school after turning 24. Then switched to part-time classes so she could excel at both. Now four years later? She felt ready to tackle the Multi State Bar Exam—and would test this July. Private practice beckoned: truly special clients with special needs. Special people with proven talents like Nick Palatino. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to unveil The Charity Stripers? I got good news this morning Nick—our Trademark application has been approved.”

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