When not sitting around watching Rick and Morty reruns in a bathrobe, Timothy W. Long writes stuff. He has a predilection for weird literature and sometimes drinks Coke for breakfast. Don't tell his m...

The walking corpse stood a dozen feet away. It didn't advance, dance, or perform anything remotely dangerous. Its head swiveled as if to take in everyone. The creature gave me the creeps. Like the shi...

The next morning, Morthisal arrived at the office building with a sense of purpose. He marched straight to Human Resources, determined to claim his rightful position as manager, or at the very least, ...

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Morthisal awoke, stretched, stretched again, yawned, and then bolted upright in bed. His head whipped around, only to find Thalindra had slipped out during the night. He yanked the sheets off to make ...

Frozen in place, unable to lift a finger, Morthisal stared at the woman casually sitting on the edge of his bed, thumbing through a photo album. A number of books were scattered over the bedspread, an...