Here’s another quick-hitter for you…

The Amber Alert on his strident iPhone said to be on the lookout for a red Chevy Blazer in the area. The hurtling vehicle blindsided him as he read the text.

Another exercise in the lean-and-mean…

Nobody in the village could rest easy. The sin-eater had developed bulimia.

Sometimes the creative impulse leads to a destructive jolt…

Frost claimed that good fences make good neighbors. I find that secretly electrified ones make them well done.

Taking a dental health break this week…

Jerry moaned and tossed in bed as he suffered a terrible dream of his teeth falling out. He awoke from it when something on his pillow bit into his cheek.

On tonight’s menu, another horror hors d’oeuvre…

“Now eat your heart out.” The hypnotist handed him the silverware.

Here’s another little creepy-crawly that I would like to add to the Web…

Herm couldn’t stand to leave his house ever. He just lay rotting away after the brown recluses hatched underneath his old sofa.

Here’s another stab at writing the micro-macabre…

Her horoscope said her life would be changed by a chance encounter with a handsome stranger. The next day, her obituary confirmed the claim.

Thought I’d take a stab at the popular online trend of composing/posting two-sentence horror stories. Here’s a trio of pieces for the New Year:

My New Year’s resolution is to wash my hands of sinners. Having their blood under my fingernails all the time just isn’t good hygiene.

Dwight considered himself a perfectly functional alcoholic. He never once failed to show up in the afternoon to drive the school bus.

I watched my expression growing more vexed in the mirrored backdrop as my drink request repeatedly went unheard by the bartender. After the fifth attempt, though, a Bloody Mary promptly appeared in front of me.