Horrid little things

A repository for horror shorts

Late Nights

I look down at him and lose myself for a moment in his eyes, those big, slate blue orbs.

The Murmur

The draught started the week after my wife died.
Gold cherry

The Chase

She chases me around the garden, and I laugh. It reminds me of a better time. A simpler time. Playing kiss chase as adults seemed so frivolous, so joyful.