Fatal Attraction
Ellis woke to the muffled, familiar sound of drunken laughter. Always a light sleeper, she woke to even the slightest noise. 3:14 a.m. Read more
Ellis woke to the muffled, familiar sound of drunken laughter. Always a light sleeper, she woke to even the slightest noise. 3:14 a.m. Read more
“Margarita, anyone?” Clare laughed and pushed the tray containing a frosty pitcher of light green heaven and three martini glasses onto the table. Read more
I’ve been doing it since I was a kid. I can make myself go somewhere else…
the sun set on the last day of forever
after I crashed upon your shore. Read more
Every week, our IndieInk Writing Challenge draws the most brilliant and imaginative writers who craft the most creative and interesting posts — and many of these submissions just knock the editors’ collective socks off. And so, the editorial staff decided to get together and select one submission weekly to feature as our “Editors’ Choice.” Read more
“There’s blood on the walls, man. Handprints, just everywhere. I can still see them when I close my eyes.” Martin’s last words to his commanding officer were ominous. Read more
I grip the boiled ham with latex gloved fingertips. I struggle it halfway out of the case when it slips from my grasp, falling to slap against the display case glass with a sickening slurping sound. Where it hits, it leaves a greasy skid mark. Read more
“Damn, it is dark out here, I can’t see shit!” Sarah mumbled to herself as she pushed her way through the thick brush that surrounded the small, dark building. Read more
Every week, our IndieInk Writing Challenge draws the most brilliant and imaginative writers who craft the most creative and interesting posts — and many of these submissions just knock the editors’ collective socks off. And so, the editorial staff decided to get together and select one submission weekly to feature as our “Editors’ Choice.” Read more
It doesn’t seem possible, but this man on top of her seems to have inadvertently synchronized his thrusts with the whomp-whomp-whomp of the misaligned, black lacquered ceiling fan blade currently raining dust onto their sticky bodies. Read more