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Everything around him was deep perfect whiteness. Heavy snow concealed the yellow auras of streetlamps, which, he knew, were somewhere there in the cold. It obliterated cars, apartment buildings, passersby who were too feeble to extricate themselves from this pristine chaos. It glided along...

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A gigantic yellow larva crawled out of its cocoon, and I caught it in my arms and sliced into its warm belly with a kitchen knife. There was a soft sigh—the creature’s attempt at screaming—and then silence. When a copper smell suffused the room, I placed the mutilated body on my bed and rushed...

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For the final stage of my Art History degree studies, having already exhausted every Art History module available, I chose to undertake a module in Creative Writing. As my degree was already all but assured, I thought this would be a nice way to afford me the opportunity to conclude my...

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Horror Sleaze Trash have today published my poem 'Strange Roads and Nowhere Paths'. The poem can be read at the following link: Taryn Allan Horror Sleaze Trash

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Through the semi-transparent walls of the house where you and I live, I can glimpse a luminous desert and a man’s shadow, lurking in sunlight. Sometimes I hear the quick expansion of his lungs as he leans against the house. His shadow then swells, and I find myself drawn to its outline and...

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Black smoke rose from her body, and her appendages twitched as if with pain, leaving dark stains all over my bed. I almost felt sorry for her, but then she turned her head and looked at me, her face a pit of horror, nothingness pretending to be a human. Her ghost inched its way into my...

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Look at this dark street and people who live here and have no names. You can see now their silhouettes against the sky, and in the evening, they move inside their small rooms and curse the hand that created them. My hand. Follow me down the street, where the string of yellow lights...

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“Seems the last batch got into contact with something”, the neighbor said. “Can't have that if you’re looking to raise good pigs.” So we got rid of the old pigs and got three new ones and put them in the well. Thought that might keep them away from whatever it was. It was a dry cistern...

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I moved into the house in January. I had returned home from visiting family without issue, and I had already packed most of my belongings before I left for Christmas. My landlord barely gave me notice when I moved the last box to the truck from my apartment. I took no issue with that. ...

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People crowded the townhouse where the party was held. Some were dancing to the upbeat salsa music, others were talking and laughing and flirting. Everyone was drinking. Quincy drank, too, and he wanted to go over and start a conversation with the attractive dark-eyed woman in a yellow dress...

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He reached for the dial and turned it to the public radio station; they were doing the national news: “...and many of these doctors have either no medical training or very little, usually no more than six months. While the AMA is cooperating with authorities to ensure that no one else...

a short story inspired by a great writer

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The story evolves around what some people say about Ligotti, that he does not exist.

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A very short piece from me here, written purely as an exercise in writing a story in less than 250 words. Any comments or feedback will be gratefully received. The World A Haunted Ballroom The music extended itself like a memory stretched and distorted by the mischief of dementia,...

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When Rachel noted the package on the doormat, she did not link it to the Institute at all. It had been a long hectic day at work and in any case she had completely forgotten about her application; it was more than a month ago that she had received a confirmation of receipt for it. But after...

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Hello. I recently wrote a comment in response to a friend who mentioned that one Halloween, a woman actually gave his daughters ramen noodle packets instead of candy. Because candy is too unhealthy or something. This turned into a short story, a kind of affectionate horror story parody, so...

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A recent rediscovery of mine here, unearthed from the depths of my dropbox account. I seem to recall I was attempting something vaguely experimental with this one, purely for my own enjoyment and with no aim towards publication. Still, I might as well share it on here, just in case anyone...

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Another near miss of mine being foisted upon the TLO forums here, in this case having been rejected by Vastarien, on account of not quite fitting in with the overall tone of the journal. However, the rejection note was encouraging regarding the editors enjoyment of the story, including...