A Five Part Short Thriller

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Aditya Singh woke up a little past nine o’clock, feeling as if he was going to explode. The room’s colours shone brighter than they ever had before, and he suddenly regretted conceding to yellow wall paint. His head throbbed almost as if his body was warning him of something terrible to come. He looked over to his husband, still calmly asleep next to him, and thought of waking him up. He wasn’t sure how that would help, but Kurt had always soothed him before. Ultimately though, he decided to let him sleep. No point in bothering two people over a…


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Slice-of-life meets fantasy to bring you the secretive, wondrous, and oddity-rich town of Due North!

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The quiet early morning moon washed Alecia Ossario in its silvery tinge. She was dressed in black from head to toe, turtleneck covered with a leather jacket with far too many pockets to even be possible on top and jeans and lace-up boots on the bottom, save for her hair which had decided green was the way to go tonight. She made a mental note to tell Jasper to bring the delivery time a couple hours ahead, so she doesn’t have to be up when the only other people awake are the…


Art by Edward Adveno Brooke

Slice-of-life meets fantasy in the secretive, wonderous, and oddity-rich lives of the residents of Due North

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Tony Hall walked into Due North’s one and only gym, strutting up to the ring in the centre, basking in the crowd’s cheers and laughter. He’d fought in this ring for nearing five years now, five nights a week — same as any other job.

In those years, he’d faced all sorts of opponents: small, impossibly fast fighters; large, bulky fighters who moved slowly but packed a punch and a half; bears; bearotaurs, terrifying bear-minotaur hybrids; bearees, which are towering creatures that can split into several smaller bears and still not be…


Art by Edward Adveno Brooke

Slice-of-life meets fantasy in the secretive, wonderous, and oddity-rich lives of the residents of Due North

Episode 0

Steadman Hirsch, premier and proudest realtor in all of Due North, stood in front of his latest job-well-done. Handy job, real estate. Supported his lifestyle quite well, what with everyone always welcoming him in with open arms and big, teeth-baring smiles.

This particular listing was a particular brand of fantastic. 8 Brook Way. Oh, if these walls could talk! (The fact that some of these walls could, in fact, talk, had no bearing on Steadman Hirsch’s use of the expression, for he was born with a rare condition preventing him from recognising any sort of irony whatsoever.)

There was the…


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A dying last breath undoes the past half-century

Part 1

Liam put down the letter and took a moment to just breathe and process all this information. He turned to the walls of books and marvelled at the sheer amount of knowledge they possessed. …


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A dying last breath undoes the past half-century

Liam stepped hesitantly into the study, feeling a strange sense of detachment despite his many years in this house. He had been with Mr Device for over fifty years and had enacted each command to the T for every one of them. He was on amicable terms with the entire Device family and there wasn’t a place on the grounds he couldn’t go, nor a facility he couldn’t use. Except the study. The one thing Mr Device had absolutely insisted on was the study being off-limits to everyone else.

But that changed last night. Last night Mr Device had died…


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Flash Fiction

“Well, that was a complete and absolute disaster!” Oscar exclaimed, strutting into the room. Gary swivelled out from behind his desk spanning the length of some fifteen-odd computers, refusing to leave his chair “on a matter of personal principle”.

“What are you talking about?” he cried incredulously. “Your disapproval ratings are off the charts!” He turned the monitor with a supporting graph around to prove his point. Gary was, in fact, right. Oscar — or rather, Pinstripe — was now leaps ahead of the others.

He faltered for a moment at Gary’s news. “Wait, really? Already?”

Gary shrugged. …


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Flash Fiction

The day I met you, I warned myself not to fall for you. But you see, that’s just it. You were an unattainable ideal whose embrace I desperately wanted to be enveloped by. A fire that would allow me to escape, but leave me singed nonetheless, a lingering reminder of the mistake I so gladly made. You were a mirage of elusive perfection so still and beckoning that I almost didn’t want to come too close for fear of seeing it dissipate. But of course, I did. Unattainability only amplifies yearning, and truly, what are we without a little yearning?


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The Cranium Files Chapter 2.4

Two hours later, the hotelier’s pills had worked their magic and James slipped into an initially dreamless sleep after having told the stewards he didn’t want to be woken up before they land.

Slowly, the figments of his imagination began to creep in. I was expecting things just as amusing as his idle mind, but oh, was I in for a surprise. A nasty one. Instead of bright skies, strangely coloured animals, and funny petty revenge, I got generous helpings of pain and sorrow.

James found himself lying in a meadow next to Anna, both of them staring lazily at…


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The Cranium Files Chapter 2.3

The moment James returned to his seat, the seat belt sign lit up, and the captain’s voice came crackling through the PA system, “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We seem to be experiencing some mild turbulence. Nothing to be afraid of, but I’m going to have to ask you all to return to your seats and strap in, nevertheless.” Then, after a beep, “Cabin crew, please take your positions.”

“Nothing to be afraid of…” James muttered under his breath. “I’ll decide that for myself, thank you very much.” He decided there was indeed something to be afraid…

Ajinkya Goyal

I write tales of the speculative, the gothic, and the weird and wonderful >> https://innocentlymacabre.com

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