Bitches – Trev Hill

    Miss Jowens was cross. She had had enough of these young girls and their unladylike language and behaviour. Mind you, she shouldn’t have been surprised. Even at the interview she had been shocked by the way Miss Hayes the headmistress had talked about them. Oh yes, she plainly remembered, Miss Hayes had perused her CV and references with a favourable eye before asking … Continue reading Bitches – Trev Hill

The Pedo Nazi – Mr. Deadman

“Hey, give that back,” I shouted. Evalyn leaned over the back of my seat with a pair of earbuds in hand. Brilliant blue eyes framed with pale skin and blonde banes contrasted the malicious grin that spread across her face. “Not so fast.” “It’s mine and I said give it back!” I reached for them, but she swiped away just in time. All The While … Continue reading The Pedo Nazi – Mr. Deadman

Wicked Congregation – Gary Buller

Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy Glen, We daren’t go a’ hunting, For fear of little men. –The Fairies, William Allingham Do I regret my actions? Of course—every waking moment the memories fester inside my mind, and at night let loose. Darkness is their natural habitat, so I suppose it makes sense. Yet, as I rock atop the sheets in solitary silence, I am … Continue reading Wicked Congregation – Gary Buller

Uxoricide by Bob McNeil

  During a Thursday, around 3:43AM, a female and male sauntered towards the driveway of her Spanish Colonial-styled mansion. The woman, Neala Desdemona Johnson, was blonde, in her thirties. Her appearance was comparable to the models found in Playboy. Her male counterpart, Rod Silverman, who was younger than she, favored an actor, Johnny Depp. In an attempt to convey his libidinousness, the male stopped and … Continue reading Uxoricide by Bob McNeil

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Deadman’s Tome, an online horror magazine that publishes horror and dark fiction practically daily, is steadily growing. I thank all the readers and writers that make the growth of this dark corner of the net possible, but there is a reality. Deadman’s Tome, in order to thrive, needs your support in another way. I ask of you to become a patron. All it takes is … Continue reading Support Deadman’s Tome

Of Diamond Tongues and Seaside Tourism – Carson Winter

Enhance your coffee today   They got on separately, at different stops. The first snuffed a cigarette on a lamp post and entered wordlessly while flashing a monthly pass to the driver. He was a bit past middle-aged and wore it more obviously than most. He dressed himself as an icon of a bygone age; torn and dusty and almost entirely in blue denim; jean … Continue reading Of Diamond Tongues and Seaside Tourism – Carson Winter

An Identity For Sam Piles by Spinster Eskie

  I take the bus every morning to work. I mow lawns. It’s not a bad gig. I don’t have to talk much to people when landscaping, which I like, cuz I don’t like to talk much. I keep a low profile. I go home. I microwave cheese on top of Doritos and I watch my favorite medieval fantasy shows on Netflix. Sometimes I check … Continue reading An Identity For Sam Piles by Spinster Eskie