Science Fiction adventure stories for LOCKDOWN.

Countess D

by Robin Braid


“The Countess must die,” the cry went up as the crowd surged forward, “Destroy the demon.”

The flames held aloft illuminated the tree lined roadside. Creatures of the night blinked once in the glow then scurried for sanctuary. I walked among the throng of townsfolk, head hooded and bowed. They did not, could not, know my true heart.

The castle would burn that night. But come sunrise I would be gone and you would be within me, always.

I touched my neck, fingertips traced the marks there. This was your final hour, my love, but it was my new dawn.


Robin Braid

Robin Braid writes stories of the mysterious and macabre. A resident of Fife, Scotland, he graduated from Dundee University with a degree in English Literature. When not working in his regular job he can often be found rambling over hills and glens in search of inspiration for further weird tales.





Science Fiction adventure stories for LOCKDOWN.


Science Fiction adventure stories for LOCKDOWN.

Carnival Nights

by Trisha Ridinger McKee


Patsy was plain and blended in well at the carnivals. No one noticed if she had been at the previous town. No one thought to mention her when the authorities asked questions. She slipped in and slipped out with that plain face and those hungry eyes. The same eyes that looked away right before sweeping in for a bite. She did not enjoy the terror she evoked from the man lured behind the cotton candy stand or the young teenage boy that took her to the field for the fireworks. There was only hunger nipping where her soul had been.


Trisha Ridinger McKee

Trisha Ridinger McKee resides in a small town in Pennsylvania where carnival nights rule. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in publications including Tablet Magazine, Crab Fat Magazine, Night to Dawn Magazine, CommuterLit, Deep Fried Horror, and more.


The First Bite

by Jodi Jensen


Lush, full, delicious lips were all he could think about. All he could focus on when she was near.

And man, she was near.

So close he could smell her coconut shampoo. See the vein throbbing in her neck as she gazed at him, breathless.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and swept her against his body. “I’m going to eat you up.”

“Promise?” she whispered, a seductive smile curving her ruby red lips.

“I promise.” He dipped his head closer. “And I always keep my promises.”

He bit her lip, savoring her gasp, her blood, then her screams.


Jodi Jensen

Jodi Jensen is the author of time travel romances and speculative fiction short stories. With a passion for old cemeteries, historical buildings and sweeping sagas of days gone by, it was only natural she’d write about all the places that sparked her imagination.

Twitter: @WritesJodi


The Day I Died

by Clint Foster


There was no warning before I died.

A sharp flash of pain, a weakness as the blood left my body, then I was tired, and I slept. I can’t say how long I rested, nor could I have guessed where I was. I remember the taste of metal and the fire in my throat and gut as I was fed. When I woke, I wondered if this was heaven, or perhaps hell. Maybe it was both, or neither, or something in between. Yet I woke, and I woke hungry, and where most newborns mewl for milk, I craved only blood.


Clint Foster

Clint Foster lives with his herd of four cats, his beloved Basset, Zero, and his wonderful wife, Nik. He loves to tell stories as much as he loves to read them, and hopes you like his work! Follow on Facebook: www.facebook.com/ClintFosterAuthor



by Annie Percik


I am a light in the darkness, obscured by the shadows of the world. You are drawn to me by fascination and longing. You seek my brightness, shining amidst the dullness your mundane life. Witness my full unshielded splendour and you will be consumed, dying in ecstasy to feed my light. This is an experience that cannot be transcended. Fitting then that it should be your last. Your essence subsumed but living on forever. Release your memories, your loves, your pain. The stolen experiences that give my existence reflected meaning. Give up your life so that mine will never end.


Annie Percik

Annie Percik lives in London, where she works as a University Complaints Officer.  She writes a blog about writing and posts short fiction on her website (www.alobear.co.uk), which is also where all her current publications are listed.  She likes to run away from zombies in her spare time.




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