This one is a bit risqué at times but never fear, it goes right into the strange and odd that we can expect. Chasing Death The sounds of the hammer beating against wood and nail rang out in the sti…

At first I thought you might be casing the joint. But returning day after day after day, I realised you were studying me. What could you po...

No one at this party sported name badges. More’s the pity. They all appeared tightly bonded, hierarchically indentured, Jacob's social ladd...

Speculations in food, beer, and strange fiction.

Speculations in food, beer, and strange fiction.

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Speculations in food, beer, and strange fiction.

The man was lying asleep on his side, his handd tucked under his facee for a pillowwww, when he was shakennn awake. His whole bed was...

Speculations in food, beer, and strange fiction.

The figure stretches, ancient joints popping as it shakes free the sleep of decades. It emerges into the nocturnal world of the city, neon light sparking in puddles outside 24 hour cafes and quiet laundromats. Laughter pours from the bars, and the figure turns away in irritation. The moan of the sickroom is its favourite […]

Icy Sedgwick is a writer, focusing on dark fantasy and Gothic horror. She blogs about folklore and other related topics at her website.

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