Short Stories
We Take You to a Breaking News Story by Gordon Brewer
Jamie sat at his desk inside the broadcast studios of WRRG. He yawned, forcing down another sip of bitter, nearly cold coffee as he frantically typed on his keyboard.
Cell 4B3 — Kurtis Steale
The guard flipped the small cover shut after she looked in on Owen Price. The prisoner leaned back against the wall, adjusting his position while he waited for his execution. Between his fingers, a cigarette slowly burned, which he occasionally took a drag from. Surprisingly, his hands weren’t shaking yet. Owen expected that to happen as the last hour drew closer.
Infinity Mirror by Flavor Sterlot
On a certain Thursday morning in October, I discovered something unusual as I was standing at the sink. A swift, unaccountable motion caught my attention in the mirror as I was shaving. More specifically, the movement came from something reflected behind me. Although I was alone in my apartment, I paused and leaned forward. I noticed the vintage mirror in the reflection, which was at the foot of the large bed. The slightly upward angle showed the overhead light in my bedroom. I turned around, staring at the old mirror, then shrugged, deciding that the movement effect must be a pure illusion.
A Cursed Land
“I’m so thirsty,” the knight mumbled to himself. As he limped along the narrow trail amid the dark forest, the weary man looked ahead. The pines appeared unusual, with their limbs pointed upward over the trail. Majestic and inspiring, with the light of the dying sun peaking through the dull gray sky. It gave him the same sense of holiness he remembered from the cathedral.
A Night on the Town
“I didn’t order this,” the man scowled at the waitress. The bar echoed with drunken loudness and too loud music that sucked. Jess Howard was about to shove away from his barstool when the overweight woman appeared with another beer. She placed in front of him, the stale smell of her cheap perfume and cigarette breath struck him.
Encounter by Flavor Sterlot
Morbid Ink is adding in the short stories you can discover in the upcoming issues. The campfire flickered in the dusk as the small party gathered around it tried to make sense of their day. An acute uneasiness filled the air while one man smoked a cigar watching the two women sitting between two other men. The glow from the fire revealed glances of concern as they nibbled on high-energy bars from the emergency backpack. A splashing murmur from a nearby creek sounded over the snips and cracks of the campfire.
Encounter — Flavor Sterlot — Chapter 2
Andersen remained quiet, spitting in the man’s direction as he and his wife went over to a level spot and pitched their tent. While they worked, he heard Jones. “Hey, Andersen. I have a theory. Maybe your men went loco and freaked out? I remember seeing an old western where people go crazy after drinking contaminated water.”
Encounter — Flavor Sterlot — Chapter 3
On the long day of walking along the ridgeline, the group finally came to a stop as the sun set behind the mountains. Despite Andersen’ continued pushing, the pace kept slowing with frequent stops. Marie Bashar was not in shape for the journey and her husband wasn’t much better. Worse, the academic kept complaining about everything going wrong with his ire focused on Andersen. Marie had a couple of instances of vertigo, along with a headache, which she complained about. Jones stopped his filming long enough to walk with Marie, which did not go unnoticed by her husband. Andersen also noticed the look between them as they hiked together. He didn’t like the implications.
Encounter — Flavor Sterlot — Chapter 4
“I saw the tracks and so did my men. That’s why they were away from us. I asked them to get closer and identify what was there.” The journalist almost said something, then stopped. “Yeah, it’s my fault,” the guide admitted. “Still, I’m not dying to save anyone else. As Bashar will say, it’s not in the contract.”
Encounter — Flavor Sterlot — Chapter 5
Anger filled Andersen. He quickly slid back the bolt, pushed it back in, then turned and fired at a point just above Bashar’s missing skull. A blinding flash struck the man just before he pulled the trigger. Still, his rifle fired. An inhuman scream filled the air and Bahar suddenly dropped to the ground. His body fell face forward and the remnants of his brains spilled out on the ground. Towering over the body was a horrifying creature with long legs and skin like the bark of a tree. Bloody pincers hung down from an ant-like head with ruby eyes.