you can hear it
the cracking, the slurping
(the screams cut short)
you know what it means
but you mustn’t look back
you can feel it
a whisper of fabric
light as thought
whooshing behind you
but you mustn’t look back
the fragrance follows you
cloying floral notes mixed with
the stench of iron
memories almost make you smile
but you mustn’t look back
you recognize the hummed lullaby
unheard for a decade
you don’t know how Mom
returned, how she found you
but you mustn’t look back
These 23 works of dark speculative fiction demand readers consider the following:
Who do we become when we only have ourselves for company? What remains when we've sacrificed too much? Where do the babies really come from?
Two bankrollers make their escape after a botched job, but one of them may be far more than what he seems.
Danny wouldn’t stop asking where the babies come from, so finally Jon got tired of it and took him to the loading dock at the end of the city so he could see.
You sell the little finger on your left hand first. This is not the prudent way to do things. You should sell the whole hand, but you are not trying to be prudent.
