A short horror Postcard Story about finding your way home when you are being hunted.
Author: Rory
By Rory Author’s Note: This story is just me taking a dumb joke further than necessary and amounts to little…
An epic adult choose-your-own-adventure about magic rings, Norse mythology, fierce enemies, and shopping for that perfect gift!
Since the first night, my flesh has become soft and pliable—plastic even. The flesh where I was touched can stretch so far from my calf I fear it may snap. It functions as my skin always has, but it is clearly no longer my skin—it is a spreading digestion of it.
Something had smashed the old saloon, like a big boulder or a fallen tree. Yet, nothing remained to explain it.