Inspired by the Scottish landscape, which is both beautiful and haunting, these 50-word horror microfictions surely chill to the bone.
The rubber sling grew taut in my fingers, and the itch to shoot something swelled as I aimed. This time, I couldn’t scratch the spot. I didn’t have a rock.
To listen to the audio version of this story CLICK HERE The summers here in Shallow Valley yield some of the fiercest storms, and those
My heartbeat ticked in my head. Both eardrums thumped, and the vein on the side of my neck pulsed in unison with each beat. Every
The bailiff held the door, and Millis shuffled through. He moved with little effort, having learned the precise gait the shackles allowed. The morning sun