Free short fiction brought to you by Burial Day Books, where we specialize in supernatural horror stories. Some of our stories are ghost stories, paranormal stories, spooky stories, scary stories, but they are all true Gothic horror stories.
Source: Shutterstock by Paul Schlemmer The Collector by Meg Pelliccio Like a perched bird, he clawed his twisted fingers into the brittle bark and waited. His flesh twitched with anticipation whereas the more phantom of his being was under a constant threat of dissipating. He was no longer living, just as he was not dead.…
Putting the Trash Where It Belongs by Linda M. Crate People watching was something he was good at. He was good at reading a situation, giving empathy to the right people, withholding it from others. There were very pretty specimens in this bar, but each of them seemed to be getting their ruffles feathered…
Source: wallpaperscraft.com Tree of Life by Christopher E. Ikpoh Along the path, Thomas strolled. His steps were heavy against the stiff dirt beneath his feet; as heavy as the weight of his heart. The gray sky mirrored his soul. Thomas’ gloom was shared by the world, shared by the nature all around him, and the…
Burial Day Books Call for Submission: Gothic Blue Book VOL 6: A Krampus Carol Source: The Atlantic.com Gothic Blue Books were short fictions popular in the 18th and 19th century. They were descendants of the chap book trade and are now a thing of the past. Burial Day Books is now open for submissions for Gothic…
Source: Wikipedia Artemis Bound By Paul Lubaczewski The moon had to have been amazingly bright at that moment. The forest was ancient, the canopy perched high up above the loam and rock, and yet still shapes were visible in the light provided from the world beyond the interlocking leaves and branches. On most…
Source: Wallpaperflare.com Search Party By Marc Dickerson Bruce threw another log on the fire. Abe watched the smoke rise into the night sky, for an instant hiding the sea of trees surrounding them. Then his eyes went back to inspecting the charred marshmallow on the end of his stick. “I never really enjoyed the…
That Funky White Light By Fred Shrum, III I expected to hear trumpets. I thought I would see horsemen. I predicted that the Mississippi would run red. But we can’t always get what we want. How does a man test his mettle when his hand is made of leather and his throne of wood? The…