| Stories |
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| “Fascination”
by Francesca Angelique Carrillo |
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“It
began simply: observing movies, reading newspapers, poking road
kill -- death was like a drug polluting my veins, clouding and
finally extinguishing all forms of reason and conscience.”
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| “Confessions...”
by Francesca Angelique Carrillo |
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“I
say his name a thousand times, yet he still lies there in his
marble grave, his cornflower blue eyes forever closed, rich mahogany
colored hair left to rot with the decay and worms.”
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“Class
Trip” by Randy Schenkel
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“Suddenly,
bushes quivered nearby. Something half walked, half dragged itself
forward.”
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“Silence”
by Natalie Brown
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“It
was strange when she felt her heart stop…”
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“Ravaged
by Moonlight” by Dewi Harjanto
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“I
screamed and screamed, closing my eyes, not wanting to look.”
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“Muffled
Screams” by Megan Goodman
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“Her
beautiful hair was pulled back, revealing the rotting mask that
had been her lovely face.”
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