http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror Short stories. Endless nightmares. Wed, 23 Jul 2008 16:32:50 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en She was immensely proud of the pottery she had found near the Navajo Indian reservation. It went perfect in her new Santa Fe-style house in Rio Rancho, New Mexico, and people would visit and ask her about it. "Stacey, that is amazing. Where did you get that?" they would ask ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/michael-krueger/the-heart-snatcher/ Hands tied. Legs bound. Skeet awoke and looked around the room. His wrists and ankles chafed. A single electric bulb hung from a wire over his head and it swung from side to side casting shadows which crept and danced in the silence. The only sound was his own ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/tj-mcintyre/the-pizza-guy/ I mean, really, with a name like Grendel (Grendel, for crying out loud!), what else could I turn out to be but a freakin’ monster? What was wrong with Jack? Or Bill? Or Tom, Dick or Harry? But no, no nice, normal, regular name for me; instead I get ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/rod-drake/poor-me/ Willowy wisps of cobweb wave like seaweed brushed by ocean currents on the ceiling and in the cornices. Chloe takes a broom and with one swipe clears a clump of web so large that she could knit a small child’s jumper with it. “They seem to appear overnight,” she ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/wayne-summers/silk/ Every morning Helen Bobble emerged from her house and slowly made her way to her front walk. She proceeded to wash leaves and other debris off the stretch of concrete between her lawn and the street. The kids showed up halfway through. John Barker, Andy Bumble, and Kelly Bobo. Five, ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/alec-cizak/sidewalk-flowers/ Leo opened the closet door and scowled. "Scott," he hollered. "I thought you did zombies last semester." "Those buggers in the closet are for Jordon," Scott answered back from under the shower. "You doing his work for him?" Leo asked. "He gives me twenty percent of his salary." Scott came into ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/janie-hofmann/the-apple-falls-close-to-the-tree/ The placard out front read: Second Skin Tailoring: For the man who wants to feel good and look right. It was after ten in the evening and this was the only shop window still lit on the narrow, rain-soaked street. The clerk inside looked up as a blast of cold, ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/kevin-m-white/off-the-rack/ Mark enjoys having yard sales to bargain off the superfluous. Things like an old puzzle someone is buying for 50¢. Mark’s departing words to the patron: “Good luck.” The patron discovers the reverse side of each piece is labeled with ink. Intrigued, he connects them upside down, revealing a detailed ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/stephen-j-davis/pieces/ My name’s Mike. I work at a drugstore’s photo lab. I’m replacing John, who stopped showing up for work. He replaced Josie. There’s been a lot of turnover but I don’t know why. It pays $9.75 an hour--a buck more than cashiers like Susan. I’m closing down when my boss ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/stephen-j-davis/exposure/ Toothpicks propped open Jackson’s eyes. Leather straps restrained his wrists and ankles. What remained of his decaying skin, fat and muscle tissue crawled with ticks. The itch and burn were slowly driving Jackson insane--along with the painful certainty that the bones of his shattered legs were or would soon be ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/brian-beatty/the-dog-trick/