“You’re sure you can get me in to see the band?” Lila Dawkins asks, biting her bottom lip. Four young men with swooped hairstyles and smoldering gazes are plastered across her jacket sleeves, a white tee-shirt with the word costume… Continue Reading
The kids were running up and down the street like crackheads jacked up after their latest fix. It was that worst night of the year, the one before All Saints Day. For the past three years, two little shits had… Continue Reading
I paint a line of blood down his face. “Thanks, Kate,” Ricky says. “How do I look?” “Like you’re too old to go trick or treating.” I suggest we begin at the Bennetts’, notorious for king-sized candy bars. “But everyone… Continue Reading
Dressed in a black cape, his hair slicked back and with plastic fangs making it difficult to speak clearly, Royston Welby suggested visiting the old Mattock residence on the edge of town. “No way!” said a young boy, part of… Continue Reading
Oct 31st, 7pm I met up with Zara outside The Slug and Lettuce. Purple hair this year, but still that effortless rank look, wild and matted. Nice ragged slash along her throat, exposing the carotid and lots of gore splattered around… Continue Reading
Brendan Gatlin’s grade five Science teacher seemed unwell. In the darkened classroom his eyes were hidden behind sunglasses. On his head he wore a baseball cap, the peak pulled down low over a face that was shiny with moisture. “Mr… Continue Reading
Jennifer was hungry. So, so hungry. She gazed out the 13th story window of the office tower in which she was trapped. The police cars that blocked each cross street sent beacons of blue and red spinning into the urban,… Continue Reading
The shotgun blast that rendered my face unrecognizable as human was reported quite sanitarily in the news. “A man was shot in the face with a shotgun last night during a convenience store robbery gone bad. Doctors at Lutheran Hospital… Continue Reading
Brad’s car cruised to a halt on the empty country lane adjacent to Leon Whale’s pumpkin field. A plump full moon rode high in the night sky, casting deep shadows around everything it touched. In the pallid moonlight, even from… Continue Reading
If only rotted flesh had more appeal, then Peter wouldn’t have a problem. If Halloween were about swans gliding across glass-smooth waters, or roses in full, fat bloom, then he would have no trouble choosing an image to carve. As… Continue Reading