The Saturday Night Special: “The Terrible Old Man” by H.P. Lovecraft (1921)

          It was the design of Angelo Ricci and Joe Czanek and Manuel Silva to call on the Terrible Old Man. This old man dwells all alone in a very ancient house on Water Street near the sea, and is reputed to be both exceedingly rich and exceedingly feeble; which forms a situation very attractive … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “The Terrible Old Man” by H.P. Lovecraft (1921)

The Saturday Night Special: “Red is the Color of Blood” by Conrad Aiken (1918)

RED is the color of blood, and I will seek it: I have sought it in the grass. It is the color of steep sun seen through eyelids.   It is hidden under the suave flesh of women-- Flows there, quietly flows. It mounts from the heart to the temples, the singing mouth-- As cold … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “Red is the Color of Blood” by Conrad Aiken (1918)

The Saturday Night Special: “The Terrible Old Man” by H.P. Lovecraft (1921)

          It was the design of Angelo Ricci and Joe Czanek and Manuel Silva to call on the Terrible Old Man. This old man dwells all alone in a very ancient house on Water Street near the sea, and is reputed to be both exceedingly rich and exceedingly feeble; which forms a situation very attractive … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “The Terrible Old Man” by H.P. Lovecraft (1921)

The Saturday Night Special: “The Terrible Old Man” by H.P. Lovecraft (1921)

          It was the design of Angelo Ricci and Joe Czanek and Manuel Silva to call on the Terrible Old Man. This old man dwells all alone in a very ancient house on Water Street near the sea, and is reputed to be both exceedingly rich and exceedingly feeble; which forms a situation very attractive … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “The Terrible Old Man” by H.P. Lovecraft (1921)

The Saturday Night Special: “Red is the Color of Blood” by Conrad Aiken (1918)

RED is the color of blood, and I will seek it: I have sought it in the grass. It is the color of steep sun seen through eyelids.   It is hidden under the suave flesh of women-- Flows there, quietly flows. It mounts from the heart to the temples, the singing mouth-- As cold … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “Red is the Color of Blood” by Conrad Aiken (1918)

New Prose Poetry: “Remains” by Larry Thacker

I am bound to only the portions of books you’re paging through, a forced patience as you deliberate over the aged leather bindings and titles, of chapter and verse, of gradual plot developments and story arcs, the lovingly slow conflicts unraveling over black on beige onion skin thinness, so hauntingly unrushed even for me with … Continue reading New Prose Poetry: “Remains” by Larry Thacker

New Fiction from Alyson Faye: “The Doll Man”

'Mummy! Look what I've found!' Amy tugs impatiently at her mum's sleeve, while Janey taps on her iPhone.  'In a minute. Just let me finish.'  Amy shrugs, skips back to her 'discovery', pokes it then pulls at the filthy trousered leg. It jerks. The white plastic bag, wrapped around the bony fingers, floats upwards. Tugging … Continue reading New Fiction from Alyson Faye: “The Doll Man”

Fiction from “The Drabble”: “Sleep on Needles” by Intrudesite

Slattery's note:  This is not what most would consider "horror" per se, but the ending has such a chilling quality that might bring it into the realm of horror ultra-lite. ### By intrudesite She was just a baby when they diagnosed her with acute leukemia. She did not understand all the words, she feared the … Continue reading Fiction from “The Drabble”: “Sleep on Needles” by Intrudesite

Update: “The Slightest of Indiscretions”

So far I have received two nice comments on my short story, "The Slightest of Indiscretions", which was published earlier today at http://www.fictionontheweb.co.uk.  Here they are: Ceinwen Haydon April 19, 2016 at 8:25 AM Excellent writing brings this poignant story to life and makes the reader work to understand more of what might be. Very … Continue reading Update: “The Slightest of Indiscretions”

The Saturday Night Special: “The Double Shadow” by Clark Ashton Smith (1933)

MY NAME is Pharpetron, among those who have known me in Poseidonis; but even I, the last and most forward pupil of the wise Avyctes, know not the name of that which I am fated to become ere to-morrow. Therefore, by the ebbing silver lamps, in my master's marble house above the loud, ever-ravening sea, … Continue reading The Saturday Night Special: “The Double Shadow” by Clark Ashton Smith (1933)