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The Dread Machine is a publishing company specializing in dread-inspiring works of microfiction, flash, short stories, novels, novellas, poetry, and anthologies, but it’s also a community where authors can challenge themselves creatively, build a fan base, and get paid while they’re at it. Although we haven’t officially launched and we’re still actively building some parts of the site, you’re welcome to join, submit, and interact with the community. Check out some of our fake stories uploaded for design testing purposes. Join today and say hi. We’re here working and testing all day, every day (and most nights). We could use some beta testers…also, we’re lonely.

A cool dude with glasses.

This Guy

Everyone loves This Guy! Where did he even come from? Why do I want to follow him? I actually can't stop myself. I'm following This Guy and so is everyone else. Send help. WHY can't I stop walking? WHERE DID HE EVEN COME FROM?

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Excerpt or something. Lorem ipsum. Illigitimi non carborundum. Something ate all the children. It waits in the forest, like all scary things do. Except sharks. They live in the ocean. If we can’t breathe there, we probably don’t belong there. Right? It’s a shark’s home, guys. Down there, the sharks hold all the cards. They’re fast, man. Plus, they have a shit ton of teeth.

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A cool dude with glasses.

This Guy

Everyone loves This Guy! Where did he even come from? Why do I want to follow him? I actually can't stop myself. I'm following This Guy and so is everyone else. Send help. WHY can't I stop walking? WHERE DID HE EVEN COME FROM?

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A MACHINATION TITLE

Excerpt or something. Lorem ipsum. Illigitimi non carborundum. Something ate all the children. It waits in the forest, like all scary things do. Except sharks. They live in the ocean. If we can’t breathe there, we probably don’t belong there. Right? It’s a shark’s home, guys. Down there, the sharks hold all the cards. They’re fast, man. Plus, they have a shit ton of teeth.

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Show your appreciation for this Mechanist’s work by sending a donation directly to their Paypal account. The Dread Machine never takes fees from Tribute payments. Thank you for your support.