by Eric Ortlund
Everyone has holes, but not everyone stares.
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The day Christina talked to me in front of everyone, I was walking down the long driveway to our school with Jill, like I always did. We made sure not to look at anyone else and cracked quiet jokes with each other to get ready for the day. From far away, I could see a dirty pile of rags beneath the Hillsdale High School sign, but I didn’t think anything of it.
When we walked by the Homecoming banner, I looked at my shoes, pacing one, two, one, two, took a deep breath, and asked, “So, you going to the football game tonight?”
Jill snorted. “Right,” she said. Then she looked at me. “Wait, you weren’t going to.”
Continue reading EVERYONE HAS HOLES
by Barrie Darke
Didn’t a wise person once say, “You know not what you ask?”
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Mr. Maitland was looking at his reflection in a small hand mirror he kept in his desk drawer. It was his wife’s, he supposed, though how it came to be there he couldn’t remember now. He hadn’t taken it all the way out of the drawer, and was leaning over slightly to see, because he knew it was probably a misstep to be doing this.
As for his reflection, it was what it was, as he heard some of the younger people around the place say.
Continue reading THE WELL-BELOVED
by Stoney M. Setzer
mysophobia: a pathological fear of dirt or contamination
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“Are you sure you won’t reconsider, Mr. Marak?” the voice on the telephone prodded. “You fit the profile of our research perfectly, and I can assure you that we will make it well worth your effort.”
“I’m quite sure you’d try, Mr. Toth,” Peter Marak answered, as he stared out the bay window of his house. He held a coffee mug in his other hand, and his grip on it tightened as his body involuntarily tensed. Surely they didn’t expect him to take the risk of going out there! With just a little bit of imagination, he could almost see the germs darting through the air beyond his house. “But I’m afraid there’s not much you could do to make me reconsider.”
Continue reading THE SIEGE OF PETER MARAK
by Milo James Fowler
You got me ringing hell’s bells. – AC/DC
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Emaciated by time, the hollow-eyed wraith at the cash register drew on his smoldering cigarette and released a ragged cough.
“You play?” he croaked.
I glanced up from the book of guitar chords, a dog-eared paperback with coffee-stained pages, but at forty-nine cents a real pawn shop bargain. “Yeah.”
“Bored with the standard crap? Those open chords and whatnot?” He spewed smoke like a dragon in its final throes. “Looking for more advanced stuff, huh.”
“Something like that.”
Continue reading POWER CHORDS
by Jonathan Cullen
Stealing gets easier with practice. And lots and lots of time.
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Peter Mason brushed the dust off his hands, propped his broom against the wall and walked down the fourth floor hallway of the hospital searching for a patient to steal a few hours from.
He nudged open the door to a semi-private room with a slight creak and looked inside. The lights had been off for hours and the two patients were asleep. Peter leaned back into the hallway, glanced up and down, then slid into the room.
Continue reading THEFT
by Clay Waters
Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord.
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May as well be in retrograde orbit around Venus, Mickey thought, sitting in a neo-backache chair in the law office of Fortnam and Concini as another weatherless day in Burbank drifted outside the window. The drone of regulated air felt soothing yet also necessary, as if they inhabited a geodesic space station for the sweatless affluent.
Bringing the kid had been a mistake; Concini remained unmelted. The lawyer looked at the young girl, swallowed up in the deep leather sofa, clutching her ugly-ass doll, and said “Couldn’t get a baby sitter?”
Continue reading ANGELS UNAWARES
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Welcome to F&T! Fear & Trembling features horror and suspense with a spiritual twist. Now, not every story will have a spiritual element, but you'll find here intelligent fiction that touches on eternal themes. On the other hand, sometimes you'll come across some good old fashioned, frightfully pulpy fun. Either way, we hope you enjoy each of these stories that just won't die.
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