Stories tagged “dark fiction”

  • Eye of Newt

    The cauldron sat in the middle of the room and hissed as the green liquid within bubbled and spat. The stench emanating from the vile brew was nauseating, but the witch cared not. “Leg of lizard. Tail of salamander. African bat guano.” The mixture ...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Conventus (Mature)

    She swirled her finger in the glass, then lifted it to his mouth. “Just a taste, my lover,” she crooned. He parted his lips, tongue sampling the drop as it fell from her fingertip. “Oh, my god,” he breathed. “Amazing.̶...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Two Lamps

    “Choose the lamp on the left, see visions of the future. The right, taste of madness.” The crone’s words burned in the girl’s mind like festering sores. What kind of choice was this? Madness versus prophecy? The choice itself wa...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Midnight Road (Mature)

    Drive faster! Rain lashed, wipers slashed, Cort plowed through the pouring rain, the demons of his past pursuing close behind. Wind whistled, debris whirled into the road ahead, utility poles fell behind. Stomach tied in knots, sweat poured down his fa...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Eternal Sleeper

    She walked, barefoot, across a carpet of moss. Her song – soft, haunting – danced on a breath of air, spun through the wood. Only the trees observed her, their bony fingers scraping across her skin, clutching her hair. Dead leaves chittered...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Cubic

    The body in the zero-g cubic arched as energy flooded the compartment. The technicians watching saw the mouth open impossibly wide. “He’s screaming,” one said. “Wouldn’t you? This isn’t exactly a gentle process,̶...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Blessed

    They battled high upon the wall walk, pushing and pulling, slashing with their blades, and slinging spells, neither gaining a foothold over the other. A blast from the Elder and the thief was slung hard against the parapet. The Elder was on him instant...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Listen to Ava (Mature)

    Beth stood on the knoll and gazed at the broken city some seven miles distant. The voice on the city’s public broadcast system was audible, even from here, but distance diluted it such that it merely caused Beth a mild headache. Had she been with...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Heartbreak

    It broke my heart when you left. You were my first and only love. I was certain that we would be together forever. You assured me that we would be. You convinced me that you loved me every bit as much as I loved you. Like a fool, I believed you. How co...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Corridor

    I stop for a moment, lean against the wall and catch my breath – pulse running wild, breathing heavy and muscles on fire. Knowing what I’ll see, I look over my right shoulder along the endless stretch of grey. That thing is still coming. Th...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • They Left the Eyes In (Mature)

    His thought when they set the infant-laden platter before him: “I can’t eat food that looks back up at me.”

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Never Leave Again

    The kid pushed out through the swinging doors, stepping onto the saloon’s stoop. From here he could see the dirt street (such as it was) and two or three buildings, but beyond that — nothing. The space beyond the ‘town’ was void...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Creeping Up the Back Stairs

    The party upstairs was in full swing, the bump-bump-bump of the music audible even from outside. In the darkness on the back stairs, a shadow moved. The form had almost no shape; it moved like liquid. It climbed each step with meticulous care, coalesci...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Cursed

    The Callous Demon peered down at Leohand from its perch atop the door. Leohand glared at the leathery creature. “Ah, I see you’ve met Domedra,” Tarvin said, coming back into the room. “She’s harmless enough, but few of my ...

  • Market of the Macabre (Mature)

    He drifted through the cacophony with certain inevitability. Barkers called out their wares along the way. “Seed of life, extracted via rectal cavity!” “Fetal tissue from forced abortion!” “Skullcap of a suicided dwarf!...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Flight

    Lightning flashed, and the boys ran, pumping their legs as hard as they could. “Did you see that?” the first cried. “No, and neither did you! Keep running!” “I can’t,” came the reply. “I’ve got to s...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Attacked

    He helped her up from the floor. She was bruised, bloody, and shaken. Whatever had happened here, it had been violent and traumatic. The room was a study in chaos. “You alright?” he asked. No response. Her gaze was distant, focused on somet...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Meat-Eater

    In hindsight, Trista realized she probably shouldn’t have fallen asleep under that tree. - Pus dripped into Trista’s eyes from the multiple infected sores on her scalp. She wanted to wipe it away, but the tree held her fast, pinning her arm...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Skin Deep (Mature)

    He works quickly, his deft hands flitting over the instruments with a skill that comes from a vast history of experience. He talks while he works. “You are my failure,” he says. “I blame only myself.” He sets one tool down on th...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Wooden Acupuncture

    “Comfortable, Mr. Purtry?” Jake turned his head to look at the nurse. “I’m half-naked and strapped to a table.” He paused. “Are the straps really necessary? I thought acupuncture—” The nurse looked up fro...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Zombie Wife

    I can hear her shambling around downstairs. She keeps knocking things over. I wonder how long it will be before she figures out how to make it up here. I should have recognized that something was wrong sooner. It’s not like we were unaware of the...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Pinnacle

    He stood, shirtless, before the sink and mirror in the public restroom. His hands rested, palms down, on the corners of the sink, fingers curled downward around the sides. Beads of sweat stood out on his brow, cheeks, and upper lip. His dark hair was p...

  • Bite Your Tongue (Mature)

    She wrapped her tongue around his and drew it into her own mouth. He tried to resist, but by then her razor-sharp teeth had already sunk into the soft, pink flesh. She suckled his tongue, lashing her own across and around it, savoring the flavor and te...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Flight

    He soared. He had always wanted to fly, and now he was doing just that. He had no feathers, no wings, but he was flying just the same. The special magic that fathers possessed had made this possible. He laughed with the euphoria of the moment. The wind...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Rumination and Horror

    He vomits, on all fours and stomach heaving. Long, ropey strings of fluid slide from his mouth to the ground, wet and glistening. It is the color of infected phlegm, the smell powerful, overwhelming. His belly clenches again, and he vomits more of the ...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5