The Flesh Vessel

An involuntary cry escaped the crusted mouth of the Flesh Vessel as the Monsters tremble in their savory dark pleasures. The empty husk of a human does not hinder their advances. One by one, they creep, slithering inside the padded room, alone, afraid, and ashamed of their repellent fantasies. They confide their detestable nature into the Flesh Vessel, for it judges not as they relish the debauchery shrouded from the eyes of Gods and Men. The Old Master, chained, abused, and driven beyond the edge of mental confines, craves the release of death that shall never come. At the deepest, … Continue reading The Flesh Vessel

Never Take Advice from the Toilet Stall Graffiti

“God, why does this shit happen to me?” Ian drunkenly shouted with his head in the toilet. With a mighty heave, the contents of his stomach splashed into the unsavory hodgepodge of waste that only a broken toilet at a hole-in-the-wall bar could amass. Ian rose from the porcelain prayer position and as he left the stall, his eyes went to the graffiti on the bathroom door: “Don’t worry. There are plenty of fish in the sea” It was like magic. He suddenly didn’t care about Stacy leaving him anymore. He felt better, way better, in fact. It wouldn’t last. … Continue reading Never Take Advice from the Toilet Stall Graffiti

Mr. Black and The Resurrectionist

The BMW pulls through the gate and parks next to my car. A man steps out of the vehicle and walks towards me with a blank expression on his face. “Mr. Black, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” I greeted. I extended my hand but he didn’t take it. He was distracted, looking over his shoulder. “There’s no need to worry. I came alone, unarmed, and ready to serve,” I comforted with a smile. “How can I be sure this will work? How do I know that as soon as I pay you, you won’t put a bullet in me?” … Continue reading Mr. Black and The Resurrectionist

Tricks of the Trade

Like many startups, I used what was available to me and bootstrapped my way into success. Each luxury item I sold netted me a big chunk of change. The only problem in dealing with my type of luxury items is that once you run out of inventory, it’s indefinite. Now, please understand, I’m not a greedy man. I was satisfied with the money I’d made in my brief business career. I paid off my mortgage, put aside money for my son’s college tuition, and parked the rest under the mattress for a cloudy day. Yet, I couldn’t help but wanting … Continue reading Tricks of the Trade

She was Born in Love with Me

* /r/ShortScaryStories is having a Valentine’s Day Contest. This is what I came up with. I hope you enjoy it! There was never a doubt in her mind that we were meant to be together. We met at a time where love was an afterthought to the seductive nature of raging hormones and teenage immaturity. We married as soon as we could and we were happy. She always said “I was born in love with you,” and then she’d kiss me as deeply and powerfully as any woman could ever kiss a man. Our downfall began with her night terrors. … Continue reading She was Born in Love with Me

Semi-Charmed Life (90’s Challenge)

My focus goes to the water spot on the ceiling and I spread my legs. My dealer and his friend’s do their thing. When our transaction is complete, I get my reward. The euphoria that comes when I push the needle into my vein is worth the disgust. I close my eyes and slip away… ___________________________________________________________________ Someone kissed me awake. He was a handsome devil, to say the least. The man thought I was his wife. Before I could protest, the door burst open and two children came running into our arms. They called me Mommy! They’re laughing and smiling … Continue reading Semi-Charmed Life (90’s Challenge)