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  Baby Bird: A Short Story

  Vincent Reid Bryant

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  Allison Horvath is an attorney, a wife, and a mother. This is a day in her life.

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  Maggots

  Farah Najib

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  'She scrubs desperately. Fervently. Furiously. The filth is in the walls and she can feel it in her bones and under her skin.'
  As the stench in their building intensifies and infestations spread, a group of lonely tenants starts to ask questions.
  The housing association will barely lift a finger and pest control 'don't deal with maggots', so the neighbours are left to grapple with their suspicions and fears alone – blurring the boundaries of their usually private lives in the process.
  Farah Najib's play Maggots explores loneliness, systemic failure and what it means to build community. It was first performed in this version at the Bush Theatre, London, in 2026, directed by Jess Barton and produced by Jessie Anand Productions.

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  Village of the Lost

  Tara A. Devlin

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  What truly lurks in the shadows? 
  Driven to the edge and unable to take it any longer, a depressed man heads to an infamous forest to end it all. Once there, however, he stumbles upon something he could never have imagined: a village hidden deep in the trees. 
  Who are these lost people? What do they really want? And why are they so afraid of something that lurks on the village’s edges? Sometimes, there are worse things than death lurking out there… 
  Click the buy now button to uncover the secrets of the village right now. 
  Reiwa Tanpen is a series of stand-alone Japanese horror, mystery, and thriller novellas and short stories for the new era. Featuring Japanese ghosts, curses, killers, yokai, urban legends, and much more, each story can be read independently of the rest.

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  A Love Story Called My Hell

  A. Wayne Heusel

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  A Haunting short horror story Excerpt: Walking up the golden stairs, with clouds on either side. All my burdens lifted, then, I heard a sob behind. The gates of heaven opened, I stop, I turn, I sigh. From my lips comes a moan, as tears fall from her eyes. Heaven would become my Hell if I walk through those gates. I cannot leave my love behind, forever we are mates. 
  Come walk with me through this terrifying journey of "MY Hell." There has never been a story written like this before. This short story takes about an hour to read. Enjoy

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  mahogany

  Eric Lewis

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  mahogany takes its name from the dark wood prized for its durability, workability, and elegant look, and from the Diana Ross movie, whose theme song asks if what lies ahead is what you really want. This book is the third in a trilogy, and like the first two books it is steeped in pop music. Each poem here takes its title from a line of a Diana Ross and The Supremes song, as well as songs from Diana Ross' solo career. Short lines flow down the page like postmodern psalms, connecting dailyness to timelessness, merging the historical and the beloved through reverence for family, music, and the life we actually live. mahogany is a lament for the passing of time and unimaginable loss, and at the same time it models the daily search for joy, and the deep shine that can arise from the darkest times.[sample poem]i'm like a woman who once knew splendor*sometimes i feel like the pink pantherall naked and pinklost in the morass ofdo the best you can todayand nigga heal thy selfour end of winterspirits breaklike old tibetan snowi rememberyou was conflictedand i found myself alonehere on my ancient hurtthe disquieting humof living historydear god, pleaseput my head above my heartwe can only be togetherif the stories are toldplain facesame instrumentjust a couple of coke bottlesfull of gasolinelike god and rainis a waste of timemy mother used to clean housesas a childsome days i can barelyget out of bedin my mindshe's like diana rossscrubbing the white lady's stairsin lady sings the bluesexcept prettierand with green eyesi've just been livingoff of cough dropsand water and angerjust sitting in the whole foodsparking lot eating pineapplei am literallythe definition of "hot mess"pain changes everythingsomebody comeand pick upmy limp bodyoff the groundi am dyinga slow ohio deathwe miss you starmanit's our first sunrise of the burn* "dark side of the world"erica lewis

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  Darkly Gothic Poems - Never More...

  Rachel Lawson

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  2 gothic poems by author poet Rachel Lawson.

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