Strange fiction we’ve collected over the years, includes fantasy, horror, and mystery. Some just too weird to categorize. However, these stories are always entertaining, always strange. When you’ve finished one, be prepared to take a few moments to process.
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Note from Editor: This one is as sad as it is creepy. It was originally submitted 12 yrs ago, by an unknown author named Seth. Excerpt: He stared at his face in the small square mirror, the door to a diminutive medicine cabinet, built for a bachelor. A quick smile over his idiotic behavior transformed rapidly into a longer frown. Even under the lack of illumination…Read More
For my wife and I the county of Cornwall was an ideal holiday location. Situated in the far west of England, its rugged shores and spectacular beaches had always produced the most memorable times for us. Like many other tourists, part of our affection for Cornwall lay in its wild frontier spirit. There was the aire of an outpost here, an atmosphere that reluctant city dwellers found quite irresistible.Read More
THE BOX The box had been in the family for generations. Nobody knew exactly how many years that may have been, but it was recorded in an old diary belonging to my great grandmother. I often spent time reading her diary, and found her words and imaginings closely in tune with my own. To read of her life and times in the days when this house stood at the edge of a rural village,…Read More
AND THERE WAS LIGHT We as a race, were the essence of eternity. But there was only ever one race, which like time itself was both infinite and finite. All creatures and all time were merely parts of their respective wholes. For as a second might regard a minute as impossible, so does the cell of a greater being regard itself as independent. Such are the spheres of existence. Every thought and deed a…Read More
SONGS FROM THE WOOD Despite years of studies, nobody had cracked the code. Many individuals and groups, looking at the puzzle from a multitude of different angles, had all failed to solve the riddle. Birdsong it seemed might never give up its secrets. Thomas Mills was one such researcher. He’d made a hobby of the subject but like the rest he was getting nowhere fast. Unlike the rest though, he was a man obsessed…Read More
The cashier is wearing a necklace that is supporting his late girlfriend’s bleeding heart. He strangled her during his lunch break after she admitted she had been sleeping with the deli’s sandwich maker. After strangling her, he calmly used a butcher’s knife to slice open her chest and remove her heart. He attached the heart to a string of leather, bowed his head, and slipped the necklace on, delighting in the symbolic nature of the…Read More
REDWING An eerie light filled the bay below as the moon hung powerless in the darkened sky. Above on the cliffs alone I waited; I knew they’d be coming soon for I’d seen them before. I’d seen their ugly play unfurl a thousand times, and tonight I would silence them forever. Out to sea their prey approached. With mighty sails taut against the wind she laboured. Each hold lay full of trade to foreign…Read More
It was dark. The Man With The Mustache woke up and saw nothing but a dimly lit wooden plank. If he was smarter, or at least well versed in the English language, he may have thought the sight of nothing more than a dimly lit wooden plank was a bit ominous. But he was not an altogether smart man, nor was he well versed in any language, let alone the one he had used since…Read More
She has been fighting it for weeks now, the broody, hungry emotion that came to her when it was past time to have a man. She had ignored the feeling as long as she could because she didn’t want it. She had never liked the consequences of fulfillment but her body would not listen to intellectual denial – it never did. Once upon her, the instinct increased until it tortured her days and ruined her sleep….Read More
THE DANCE The sun fell like a hammer into the once turquoise sea and darkness was upon us in an instant. Of course the night offered no protection from those who sought to destroy us, as they already knew where, if not when we were. They also knew that I could see them; or rather see where they would be and where they once were. Together we’d dance through the days and nights until…Read More
From The Strange Archive
The Serial Killer Next Door by P.S. Gifford © 2005________________________________________“There is a serial killer living next door,” Fred tried to explain. “What?” His half asleep wife Hilda replied from their deluxe queen four poster bed.“I said there is a serial killer living next door.” “Go back to sleep,” Hilda scowled revealing her distinct lack of teeth. “You are bloody hopeless!” She then added entirely for good measure. As she pulled the pink, flower decaled sheet…Read More
Dale Blake had been in a road race since leaving Pittsburgh. In this type of road race the drivers would start at equal intervals each day, driving as fast as possible to the next location, do the job that needed to be done and then start again the next morning. Dale was the road manager for the rock band “Rug Burn” as long as he stayed ahead of the band he was doing…Read More