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A Short Story from Morbid Ink Magazine The silver moon shone through the leafless branches of trees, casting eerie shadows over the quiet neighborhood. Mr. Shaver stepped out of his apartment at precisely nine o’clock, feeling the chill of the October wind rush against his face. The scent of

“What do you think?” Thomas Norton stared at me with a mischievous grin. I sighed, then finished my tequila martini. “About what?” “The place is freaking dope!” He insisted. “You can bring in all the weed vaping and magic mushrooms you want.” “Come on, you’re feeding me a load

“Don’t look so miserable, Lee.” “That’s how I look when I need to write a review on a crappy movie like that!” I replied. “Queeny, don’t they have film schools anymore?” Tonya Queen laughed at me, and I eyed her with a smirk. That’s how our

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

I hate cemeteries! Not that I buy into ghosts and that crap. No, graveyards have too many shadows. Too many places for the fuck ups of society to hide. Darkness hides the bastards who can ambush you. Shadows can kill you. That’s why I’m slowly took my time,