Criminals are always supposed to be tough, right? Not be afraid of the repercussions of their actions, kick ass and take names, all that bullshit. I’ve been in this gig for over thirty years kid, and in that time I’ve come to realize that there isn’t a whole lot that scares me. I’ve been to […]
Jan Kozlowski is one of the submission editors behind BLIGHT Digest, our new quarterly dark fiction and horror magazine. We’ve asked her five questions for you to get to know her a bit more. If your interested in passing the gauntlet to publication in BLIGHT Digest, you might find the keys to passage within her […]
Johnny Richardson, white male, twenty-eight. Bathroom-mirror haircut, white undershirt, sweatpants. Red needle scar along the inside of his left elbow. Pulling on a Newport harder than is necessary, because the old joke about trading one vice for another isn’t really a joke at all when you get down to it, eyeing the fence between him […]
Before a further piece of wisdom I poke the chromed muzzle of my .45 calibre Auto-Ordnance into the front angle of her neck, between jawline and a noticeable laryngeal prominence. “You know only six-point-two percent of women have them?” “Have what?” The brunette’s return comes out surprisingly confident despite the question mark. For my money, […]
The stranger rode into town on a horse that was nothing more than dried skin stretched taut over creaking bones, one eye glancing back over his shoulder watching the devil that he knew, the other wandering forward to spy the one that he didn’t. He slid off the horse, a layer of dust and grime […]
BLIGHT Digest debuts on October 13, 2014 with ten tales of terror, and one of them might be yours. One Eye Press is pleased to announce the launch of the first submission cycle for BLIGHT Digest, a quarterly dark fiction and horror magazine, and the launch of the BLIGHT Digest subsite at http://www.blightdigest.com. For the […]
I don’t know when I first noticed him. Maybe he’d been coming in for a while. He was the guy that sat at the end of the bar. Always brooding, depressed, just plain sad. The regulars had names for him. They called him the Black Hole. Some called him Mr. Pothole. Both names suggesting that […]
I watched… my father mount the Purple Heart awarded him on our den wall. dad struggle with his left eye, the right remained in a paddy field thousands of miles away. as my hero fulfilled a dream of owning a business, Arrow Gas and Lube, a neighborhood service station that was as big a part […]
It began with blood on his son’s face. The father, a big man perpetually white knuckled—a consequence of hands almost constantly crabbed into fists—grabbed his boy by the nape. The pressure sent stabs of white lightning through his shoulders and down his spine. “Let one of the other boys best yah, did yah? Who was […]
I ride south, morning sun to my left, head tilted so my stetson keeps away blindness. A weeping willow stands along the dusty path, its shadows reaching toward me like skeletons in silhouette. A rabbit clears the road and hides in a briar patch. The six-shooter on my hip feels heavier than normal. Old Sally […]
It was a cold January night; the wind had picked up and shifted the white stuff into drifts. The door slapped shut behind him as O’Brien brushed the light dusting of snow from his winter coat. He surveyed the tavern; scanning for any witnesses but O’Malley’s was empty. O’Brien spotted his partner MacLeod taking up […]
‘Alright Eddie, what you up to tonight then?’ I recognise the copper that’s stood driver side of my old Bedford van but I can’t remember his name – and it’s not a priority to be honest. See, I’m a little distracted. I don’t like being able to smell a copper’s breath at the best of […]
