She clung to him tightly, her tear-streaked, ash-covered cheeks pressed against his chest as she whispered her thanks for saving her.
But as she looked up into his beautiful kind eyes, she knew she’d still have to burn him alive and watch his house collapse into flames, just like all the others hiding in plain sight.
Welcome to this pulp horror writing space, where I’m bringing back the gritty, wild days of pulpy horror and bizarre storytelling!
This is the place for short, sharp stories that grip you with suspense, creep you out, and keep you scrolling down. Please try to keep the word count under 4,000 words.
Whether it’s creatures from the shadows, twisted revenge, or strange, unexplainable horrors, this is your home for bite-sized, fast-paced fiction.
Embrace the weird, the terrifying, and the utterly bizarre—just like the good old days.
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