http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror Short stories. Endless nightmares. Tue, 16 Mar 2010 18:10:07 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en There it is again, that beeping noise. I finally give in to it and wake up. That's strange; my eyes are already open. I can see vague gray shapes in my field of vision but can't quite force them into focus. "Doctor, his eyes are moving. I think he ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/dan-marvin/aftermath/ The dead arose from their graves as Led Zeppelin’s “Kashmir” came blaring on the radio. I slammed on the brakes and watched the dead with astonished, unblinking eyes. Some of them looked as though they’d been in the ground for many, many years, while others looked like they were ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/chad-case/dead-wrong/ “And I swear that stupid shit zombie was on the floor looking for its cock,” said Frank, and he and his friend Sam burst out in drunken laughter. “So what’s the funniest, most fucked up thing you ever saw a zombie do, Sam?” “There was this one time outside Reno ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/kell-myers/funny-stories-shared-over-a-couple-of-shots/ “You’re back again.” Will took his ticket from the woman at the museum admissions desk and said, “I still haven’t seen everything.” “Knock yourself out, young man,” the tired-looking woman said, “but know that we close in forty-five minutes.” Her stare showed that she thought he was weird. Will understood the judgment. ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/david-massengill/the-gallery/ Before Frank there was Muchka. Muchka was a lovely, blond, indigo-eyed poem of a child, whose smile dazzled like a white orchid. Speech came quickly to him, and by age three he could tell me the names of all the teas lining the kitchen shelf. But he grew cruel ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/george-kuato/before-frank/ The hairdresser massaged Moira’s scalp as warm water ran over her head. Moira watched steam rise and play with swirls of spackle on the ceiling. Men, women and children with blank gazes and empty eyes stared back. They moved with the steam, lost souls in a rough sheetrock sky. ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/julie-jansen/salon/ Wish for more? Want to taste the divine? Experience the side that awakens after the sun has fallen? What is spoken of in whispers through the haze of cancerous fumes... the places we touch with our minds when we say such silly things like "How are you today?"... we ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/todd-wood/a-meeting-of-strangers/ I followed him in. I knew he was here. This is a very short tunnel. I would have seen him exit--only I didn’t. At the moment I entered, all sound of battle ceased. I stopped dead in my tracks because of the silence--the emptiness. It was the emptiness that ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/oonah-v-joslin/penumbra/ There are three of them, and they only come after my wife and young daughter have gone to bed. They make no effort to be quiet when they arrive; they hurl the front door open, no matter how many locks I put on it, and slam it shut behind ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/justin-pollock/the-skeletons-request/ Glamour. That was the promise, she thought, as she stared at her reflection in the dingy mirror. Not this. Not this obese thing concealed in scarves and cheap jewelry. Stevie Nicks meets a hippo. Oh, Lora Lynn. How far you've fallen since that first time. He was tall, dark, and wore skinny ... http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/p-magnifico/the-pretty-ones/