The Holy Garrote

Bittenbender wanted more. 2 July, 2089. Hours after sunset. She sped the car along the streets, some barren, some littered … More

Donald’s Morning Star

‘Who did it?! Who signed it?!’ The President stalked the hallways outside the Oval Office. He bellowed again. ‘Who signed … More

My story ‘We Can Grow Squash Here, Jon’ is now on the FIVE:2:ONE Magazine website. http://five2onemagazine.com/can-grow-squash-jon-sean-whiteley-flash-fiction-thesideshow/ Give it a read. … More

Happy 4th of July from the Danvers State Hospital Cemetery. Anyways. Head on over to Obra/Artifact to read my short story “Wings … More

Hello, whoever is out there, My Halloween tale “The Last Ghoulies of the Season” has been chosen as a finalist … More

A moon swayed lightly in the sky. The slug slimed its way up and over the steps until it reached a … More

‘Crawl in,’ coaxed the cat, who smelled of rotting fruit and mildew. His sharp mouth sat agape. The sparrow, who … More