Entries by Shawna Rowan

The Window Cleaner

by Tracy Davidson I know that whistle. That thunk of ladder against wall, those heavy footsteps hitting every rung. But never at 3 a.m. before. I’d heard he was ill, close to death. Guess not. Through thin curtains, I see the shape of head and torso. The squeak of his squeegee gets louder. Where his […]

Neighbourly

by Sheridan “Virgil” Seine I’m new to the neighbourhood, and work night shift. Lately, I’m waking up to footsteps and a knock outside my bedroom window. Wilson, my always smiling, retired neighbour, is on the other side of the glass; a wide-eyed stare coming through the blinds, the afternoon sun on his face. Chuckling, he […]

Queen of the Night

by Jeff Currier “Staring out his sliding door, wishing for sleep, Jacob spied his new neighbour, poised atop a beach towel, rubbing lotion over gleaming moonlit porcelain skin. Adjusting her scant blood-red bikini, she lay back as if starting a mid-afternoon sunbath. Suddenly swathed in full moonlight, she blossomed blindingly bright. Blinking away afterimages, Jacob […]

We All Scream

by Kristin Lennox “London Bridge is Falling Down…” The piping calliope music was faint, but it pulled Cindy from sleep. Instead of pondering why the ice cream truck was trundling slowly through the neighbourhood in the dead of night, Cindy frantically scoured her bedroom for loose change. Broke and dejected, she barely recognised her friend […]

Invited by Nicole Little

A secret revealed. A legacy undone. A horror immortalised. For generations, the Berdeaux family name had been synonymous with hospitality and distinction. But that all changed in the summer of 1979, when Dewey Berdeaux’s “hobby” came to light. It was a revelation that stunned the town of Barrville, and ever since then, the Berdeaux family mansion has stood as a grim reminder—with its fair share of ghosts, if rumour is to be believed.

Witching Hour

by Kimberly Rei  “We are gathered here to welcome Isabella into our church and our hearts.” The small group pulled closer, sighing with joy at the bundle in the priest’s hands. He held the baby over a font, dribbling water on her forehead as he spoke. For her part, Isabella didn’t cry. She hiccuped at […]

Developmental by Emily Fox-Douglas

A new mother watches shadows transform into something more while she sits awake with her young son. As Rudy grows older she frets about his development challenges and his silent world.

Ho Ho Ho

Venture into a world where the merry and the macabre collide, redefining your holiday season in just one-hundred-word festive bites.