Cupcakes and Fingernails – Finale
Horror Fiction Stories Senses dimmed, she only took notice of the gravel digging into the back of her head and the clear evening sky above. Whoever had decided to build a tiny park...
Author: Will Hemlepp
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Twenty Three
Horror Fiction Stories She did. Jennifer dropped the gun and flung the door open. She sprinted from the room toward the stairs, but felt a heavy blow slam into the back of her...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Twenty Two
Short Story As he was distracted, Jennifer quickly dropped down and let her left arm lie on the ground. She planted her foot over the hand’s two broken fingers and was able to...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Twenty One
Short Story He crossed over to his computer chair and dropped into it heavily, kicking up dust from the cushion. Jennifer tried again to wrestle up to her feet, but was still pinned to...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Twenty
Short Story “You turned a man into a living torch,” Jennifer growled. “You butcher these people and don’t even let them keep their dignity by staying dead. If you call that living, then I...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Nineteen
Short Story Jennifer spun around on the ball of her foot, nearly tumbling over in the process. Alex stood in the doorway, leaning against the wall and watching her with a bemused smirk....
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Eighteen
Short Story By the time Jennifer reached the metal stairs, she felt she had aged a hundred years. Something undefinable had been lost from one end of the room to the other. A clawing...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Seventeen
Short Story Jennifer nearly screamed, but instead stumbled over her feet while trying to jump away. She rolled backward over her back, but was somehow on her feet again within a second. The...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Sixteen
Short Story She climbed two more flights before coming to an open door, and even then she had to slam against it with her shoulder to widen the gap enough for her to pass...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Fifteen
Short Story She eventually found another stretch of hallway on what could have been the eastern side of the building. Boarded windows lined the right-hand wall, letting in slightly more light through their cracks...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Fourteen
Short Story The factory doors were thick, gray slabs of metal left wide open. The hallway inside led into near blackness. Broken shards of the ceiling hung down like fangs. Jennifer paused and picked...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Thirteen
Short Story Standing up, while cradling her injured hand in her shirt, her first impression was something like Mars, or the post-apocalypse. With the gravel parking lot pairing well with the steel, overcast sky,...
Sand – Part Nine
Short Story I blink. I’m in front of Maddy’s apartment, fully dressed, with my revolver tucked into my pants. My head is blank, wiped empty. All I can do is stare down at...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Twelve
Short Story A shouting match drifted from the inside of Gateau, catching her attention. No one had entered, so Alex had apparently been let out of the cooler. Jennifer’s fear returned with the force...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Eleven
Short Story She felt locked in place, her muscles twitching. Jennifer felt her brain short-circuit, conflicting over the desire to run and the shock keeping her in place. As her eyes widened even farther,...
Sand – Part Eight
Serial Fiction In the trashcan next to the desk, there’s an almost-full pack of cigarettes. There’s a thousand reasons for why I could have thrown it in there, but there’s only one reason...
Sand – Part Seven
Serial Fiction She finished her drink and glanced over at me. Shifty-eyed and mouth hanging open, I probably didn’t look like the sanest guy in the room. “Max?” she said. “Are you okay?...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Ten
Short Story He turned away and looked to his feet. He had said all that he wanted to say. Jennifer looked aside as well, appearing to mull over the quote. Instead, all Alex had...
Sand – Part Six
Short Story I think I heard something pop, but I can’t be sure. Like, somewhere in the back of my mind, I could hear a squishy membrane just split from sheer pressure. It’s...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Nine
Short Story Mercifully, thankfully, as an immaculate gift from on high, Jennifer was given the next day off. Her plans fell apart soon after she woke up around three in the afternoon, but she...
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