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Category: Unreliable Narratives

This Town Is So Weird

As I walked, about two blocks up I saw him…the boy. I decided then to abruptly change direction, having heard from others that when coming across this particular child, it was advisable to give him a wide berth. He was climbing out of the sewers. It was abnormal for anywhere else, but par for the course in our little village.

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...posted in: Creature Feature, Dark Humor, Short Stories, Unexplained Occurrences, Unreliable Narratives, Unsettling Tales

I Found A Body

My dog and I found a body in the woods yesterday. Actually…we found several.

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...posted in: Creature Feature, Supernatural Horror, Unexplained Occurrences, Unreliable Narratives, Unsettling Tales

I Wonder What Nathan Is Doing Right Now

I wonder what Nathan is doing right now.

Nathan Wallows is my favorite singer. His voice is like a tormented angel pulled down to suffer in a tar pit. Haunted. He was fated to be trapped forever in my sticky black heart. Each song he sang resonated chords within me. It would be hard to convince me that each song he wrote and sang wasn’t written just so I could understand him better. That’s how much his body of work spoke to me.

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...posted in: Dark Humor, Short Stories, Unreliable Narratives, Unsettling Tales

My Ice Cream Truck Came Fully Equipped With GPS And Tourette’s

I don’t like children which is unfortunate to my line of work…I call it work, but it’s torture really. If you are working a job that you hate, you always have the option of resigning…of opting out: of just deciding not to show up…

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...posted in: Short Stories, Supernatural Horror, Unexplained Occurrences, Unreliable Narratives, Unsettling Tales

The Crumbling Shack In The Woods

I think it is the nostalgia that brings me back now that my brother has died, to that crumbling shack in the woods.
Now that he is gone I have nobody left. I feel drawn back to that place to shed the grief that cloaks me like a second skin; I want to lay my sorrow there to rot with the rest of our happy memories, now long dead.

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...posted in: Short Stories, Unexplained Occurrences, Unreliable Narratives, Unsettling Tales

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