A man sped down the highway as he stared at his phone, waiting for the next message. He looked up just as his car hit a hitchhiker. He...

I lived in a small village but had big dreams. I planned on leaving one day to make my mark on the world as an explorer. The villagers...

The cold concrete was wet and slimy. He laid in the filth with his hands and feet bound. There were bodies stacked like cordwood, the...

It started in the spring. The trees and shrubs didn’t produce nuts or berries. We all returned to college in the fall. The crazed...

I had finally found a house I could afford. It was a small house at the end of a dead-end street. The movers filled my home with all my...

Christmas Wrath By Jeff Bacon Edited by Qat Wanders Copyright © 2019 Jeff Bacon Originally Published in Winds of Winter The Christmas...

The alley was dimly lit as he kissed her. She bit his lip as he moved his hand towards the knife in his pocket. Her hand followed his as...

The search party scoured the woods for days, looking for seven-year-old Tiffany. The only thing found was a doll in a dress, propped up...

Violent swirling funnels of sand and dirt, dad called them dust devils. When we would see them, my dad would call out and wave. I would...

Patti loved everything about Halloween. Her favorite thing was the pumpkin patch she grew with her dad. Every year since she was a little...

The wind created small dust devils running through the farmyard. The wind shook the windows panes that woke him. He tried to sit up, but...

Reading, writing, watching, and playing games inside the varied realms of the fantasy genre is no longer considered the social sin it...