Nightmare Magazine - Horror and Dark Fantasy Story

Nightmare Magazine - Horror and Dark Fantasy Story

Woody Dismukes | A Cast of Liches

“For how long must we keep doing this?” the first lich asked the second. His dreadlocks were dry and had...

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Stephen Graham Jones | Hairy Legs and All

Like the time you put the shoes on you hadn’t worn for maybe two years but you just saw there in the corner of...

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E.A. Petricone | We, the Girls Who Did Not Make It

We are not where we are buried. We are where they kept us. We float now, and see the low building in the woods from...

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Desirina Boskovich | I Let You Out

I watch the closet door. I watch around them as they pray above me, their eyes closed and their hands clasped in...

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Stephen Graham Jones | How to Break into a Hotel Room

Javi is short for Javier. Javier is short for Has the Perfect Scam. He hasn’t told anybody about it yet....

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Angela Slatter | The Wrong Girl

“The problem is,” she says as she spears a piece of crispy bacon skilfully enough that it doesn’t...

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Caspian Gray | The Book of Drowned Sisters

They lived on the last street that had been constructed before investor money ran out, and behind their row of seven...

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Kurt Fawver | Introduction to the Horror Story, Day 1

Welcome to Introduction to the Horror Story. This is an upper level course with extensive reading and writing...

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KT Bryski | Tiger’s Feast

Every day after school, Emmy feeds the tiger with her sin. Deep in the park’s brush, past poison ivy and a...

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Adam-Troy Castro | The Monkey Trap

Amber needed a book. It was The Estates of Sarah Holliday, a delicate comedy of manners following a young...

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David Tallerman | Not Us

When he comes home that evening, he wants to talk. He tells her about his day, about an argument with his boss, about...

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Sonya Taaffe | Tea with the Earl of Twilight

For the first week, she thought he belonged to the power plant; after that she knew better. She had read the...

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Ray Nayler | Outside of Omaha

You would have hated your funeral reception. Potato-nosed husbands clomping around our parlor in their cheap suits,...

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Vajra Chandrasekera | Redder

I chew the leaf and spit out my red days. They splatter. You chew the leaf and spit out your hours of mad redder....

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Claire Wrenwood | Dead Girls Have No Names

Our bones are cold. It is the type of cold that comes only after death, and it will never leave us now. We mourn what...

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Adam R. Shannon | We Came Home from Hunting Mushrooms

On Saturday afternoon we piled into Ben’s old Civic, the five of us and two dogs, and as we drove out to the...

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Carlie St. George | Spider Season, Fire Season

The house is haunted, of course. That’s why the rent is so cheap. It doesn’t matter that it’s only...

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Ashley Deng | Dégustation

You are a spore, barely more than a twinkle in your many parents’ breeding-breathing air. They are your family, among...

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G.V. Anderson | We, the Folk

The maypole dancers are restricted by what’s left of the ribbons. I watch them squeeze past each other with shining...

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Adam-Troy Castro | Decorating with Luke

Hello. Thanks for coming. I know I was a bit mysterious on the phone. This is my house. I live here because a house...

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