Warren Benedetto writes short fiction about horrible people doing horrible things. His stories can be found in several anthologies from Scare Street, Black Hare Press, and Eerie River Publishing, as well as publications such as Raconteur Literary Journal, 365Tomorrows, Schlock Magazine, and Dark Matter Magazine. He studied Evolutionary Biology at Cornell University, and has a Master’s degree in Film/TV Writing from the University of Southern California. When he’s not writing, he works as Director of Global Product Strategy at PlayStation, where he holds almost 20 patents for various types of gaming technology. He is also the developer of StayFocusd, the world’s most popular anti-procrastination app for writers. He built it while procrastinating.
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by Warren Benedetto The angel Elom wept over his wife’s broken body. Blood pattered to the floor from the straw mattress upon which she gave birth. Birth? No. It was no birth. She had simply…ruptured. The child was a giant—a Nephilim. It tore through its mother’s flesh: first its hands, then its arms, then its head. […]
by Warren Benedetto Deke woke from a dream of his life before the circus. He had been roaming under the endless Montana sky. A blinding light shone from above. A watery, gurgling voice spoke. “This one.” Then, darkness. Deke’s eyes fluttered open. He was in a box of frosted glass, naked and cold. The […]
by Warren Benedetto Jameson surveyed the battle-scarred landscape. Shadows rose from the mud, moving through the fog obscuring the carnage. The sharp smell of cordite hung in the air. Jameson’s ears were numb—the only sound was the agonising wail of an injured soldier on the ground beneath him. Shrapnel had shredded the man’s face; […]
by Warren Benedetto “I’ll have the scrapple,” I said. The waitress glanced at the fist-sized bruise on my arm, then at Mike. I nodded. She jotted on her pad. “Coffee.” Mike thrust the menu at the waitress. “Black.” The waitress disappeared into the kitchen. Through the swinging doors, I saw her hand my order […]
by Warren Benedetto There was something on the roof. The children huddled behind the couch, their tearful eyes glistening in the warm glow of the Christmas lights. The house shook with each heavy footfall thudding overhead. Plaster dust drifted from the ceiling like snow. A low growl echoed down the chimney, followed by the […]
by Warren Benedetto “Everything you think you know about witches is wrong,” Selena sobbed. She struggled against the ropes binding her to the pole. Father Hugo stuffed kindling under the logs at her feet. He cocked an eyebrow skeptically. “Everything?” “Everything,” Selena insisted. “Brewing potions?” “Wrong.” “Casting spells?” “Wrong!” Father Hugo lit a match. […]
Warren Benedetto writes short fiction about horrible people doing horrible things. His stories can be found in several anthologies from Scare Street, Black Hare Press, and Eerie River Publishing, as well as publications such as Raconteur Literary Journal, 365Tomorrows, Schlock Magazine, and Dark Matter Magazine.
by Warren Benedetto Maslowe stood absolutely still. Warm, rancid breath caressed the back of his neck. It had come for him. Abholos. The Devourer. Mist swirled around the thing, enshrouding it like unholy vestments. It was shapeless. Formless. An undulating mass devoid of features, save for a terrible maw. Its blackened lips parted to […]