Santa's Gift
J.L. Thurston, Fiction Jenni Thurston J.L. Thurston, Fiction Jenni Thurston

Santa's Gift

Ricky stood in the snow with one sneaker untied and his backpack hanging far too low on his back. His breath misted in the frigid December air. He shook, but not from the cold. His mother taught him to layer up, making it almost impossible to catch a chill.

No, his shivers were from fear. A fear he had every year. But this year was going to be different.

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Mystery Spot
J.L. Thurston Jenni Thurston J.L. Thurston Jenni Thurston

Mystery Spot

Every season is spooky season, in my opinion, and with less than four months til Halloween, you know every little wicked soul is getting amped up for the best holiday. That being said, this here is a story of a strange little shack and several disappearances that will remain unsolved.

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The House on Deer Creek Road: Part 2
J.L. Thurston Jenni Thurston J.L. Thurston Jenni Thurston

The House on Deer Creek Road: Part 2

He told me he was worried about the old guy inside the house. I felt my stomach start to harden as I told him I was the only one who lived there. “Ma’am, I don’t want to alarm you,” he said. “But there’s someone inside. I can see him moving around through the window. Tall, thin, hard of hearing? He was walking sort of hunched over.”

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Santa's Gift
J.L. Thurston, Fiction Jenni Thurston J.L. Thurston, Fiction Jenni Thurston

Santa's Gift

Ricky stood in the snow with one sneaker untied and his backpack hanging far too low on his back. His breath misted in the frigid December air. He shook, but not from the cold. His mother taught him to layer up, making it almost impossible to catch a chill.

No, his shivers were from fear. A fear he had every year. But this year was going to be different.

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Wild One
Fiction Brett Dworski Fiction Brett Dworski

Wild One

They entered the open-brick condo eager to rip each other’s clothes off. Maria rubbed the front of Eric’s kakis, while he slid his fingers up her red bubble skirt. He tore her white blouse and sucked from her shoulders down to her fingertips. Maria unbelted Eric’s pants and chucked the leather across the room.

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Until There's Only One
J.L. Thurston Jenni Thurston J.L. Thurston Jenni Thurston

Until There's Only One

“After that, the people in my village believed the prisoner’s story, and everyone avoided the woods at all costs. And, if children were behaving especially badly, their parents would tell them the tale to punish them. And punishment surely comes.”

The nanny’s face was grim as she stared at the children. She rose from her chair and flicked off the light. In the kitchen, she poured a circle of salt around a chair at the table and rested there with her hands clasped in prayer.

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