(**PREVIEW ONLY! BUY & READ THE FULL STORY HERE!**) “Sorry, what was that?” Standing in Jake’s doorway, rubbing his hands together with his eyes shifting suspiciously left and right, was his old friend Roger. “You deaf or something?” Roger asked barging his way into the apartment. “I need you to…

(**PREVIEW ONLY! READ THE FULL STORY HERE!**) Okay everyone, if you’ll just follow me down this way, please. Have no fear, there will be plenty of time for questions at the end of the tour. I can see some of you are already antsy to check out our next exhibit. …

I knocked on Edward’s door. Everyone was worried about him. He’d been wrestling with a sudden bout of illness. The door creaked open. In the unlit sliver, I saw the pale, emaciated frame of my friend. I said his name and without a word, he opened the door and led…

(Now published on The Yard: Crime Blog who also adapted it into an audio story!) It happened earlier today at work. Pale and nauseous, my stomach had been killing me all morning. I crept up from my desk and ran to the office men’s bathroom. I dove for the bowl…

I’m a wreck. My life feels like it’s falling apart. Two weeks now my wife has been staying out late coming home exhausted at random hours of the night with all sorts of new excuses for where she’s been. Dinner with friends, late nights at the gym, night-time networking events? …

In the middle of Kansas, framed by large cornfields; a beat-up gray car speeds down a dusty prairie road. The gas pedal was on the floor. Hot on its tail is a police cruiser, its blue and red lights flashing, its siren wailing. “Shoot dammit! SHOOT!” …

Somewhere you may recognize, there is a quiet birck house sitting behind a wide green lawn. The front of the house is a large triangle possessing a single window. Surrounding the property is a tall black fence with an arch at the entrance and concrete steps leading up. Neighbors couldn’t…

(Now an audio story narrated by Chris Herron of talltaletv.com and published in text on Fabulea Aregentea.) Airports had always made Frank Bellando very anxious. It wasn’t the threat of terrorism or bombs that unsettled Frank, it was the normal, frustratingly mundane aspects. The frantic hustling of travelers, the sinking…

(Now an audio story on Talltaletv.com!) XII. “I think that’s the last of them,” the large man said. Beaten to a putrid mush; the dead had finally stopped moving. The man stood tall with a bushy red beard in a wool hat and green winter jacket. …