Enjoy free short stories of horror and suspense by Vermont author Patrick Dodge.
I caught his kick in a chap kho, spun around and drove my elbow into his face, hearing the snap of bone that was wrong.
Samon’s body fell to the floor like a loose bowel, salting my legs with blood, and six thousand rabid muay Thai fans went fucking crazy. Not because of what I did to him, but what he would do to me.
Read MoreNovember 14, 2013
Dear Friend,
I don’t feel much like writing today. This is the second time I’ve done this, and each word is like a stubborn blockage in my head. I have to squeeze them out like the last dab of toothpaste in the tube.
Read More“It’s what?” Andrew asked.
“A drink,” I said. “Called the Midnight Sun. They serve it one day a year. Today.” We stood at the bar, backpacks lying at our feet.
Read MoreLast night the spring rains began just as I knew they would, soft and gentle at first, a pattering like piano keys, then thickening into something harsh and dark. At the first bark of thunder I opened a window, closed my eyes, and smelled the air.
Read MoreTheresa Sitterhorn sat at a small table on the patio overlooking the market district, smoking one Virginia Slim after another, scanning the Chinese urbanites hurrying along the sidewalks. It was lunchtime.
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