Blood Short story by Iris Carden It was the third body in three days. All were exsanguinated, all with their throats ripped out, but minimal blood at the scene. I looked at the Head of Security, Stockton. She shook her head. No. They’d found nothing to say who or what was doing it. “If I…… Continue reading Blood
That road always felt strange to me, as if the trees were crowding close, reaching for me, blaming me for all the crimes of humans against their kind. I’ve always felt those trees were after me, as if anything bad that could to me would happen on that road.
Warning Signs Short story by Iris Carden Victor found Kitty in front of the television when he returned to the hotel room. On the screen, a uniformed police officer was saying, “Drink driving is one of the biggest killers on Queensland roads.” At the bottom of the screen were the words, “New road safety campaign…… Continue reading Warning Signs
There’s only two options here. Either it was all hallucination and I’m totally off my rocker, or the killers are still out there.
Since my mother died, I was the last of the line. I thought about marriage and kids, but then I thought, what if I, like everyone before me, fell prey to that same degenerative illness? I couldn’t put a wife, or possible children, through all I had been through wne caring for my mother.