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PseudoPod 712: Flash on the Borderlands LII: You Know What You Are

PseudoPod 712: Flash on the Borderlands LII: You Know What You Are is a PseudoPod original.

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The Boy in the Mirror

by Drew Czernik

Jack was four the first time he told me about the boy in the mirror.
Shannon and I were watching TV when we heard the scream from upstairs. I sprinted up to Jack’s room, sure there’d be blood, but he was fine. Physically, at least. He dragged me to his closet door, sobbing about the boy who was watching him through the mirror.
I looked at the mirror, saw the two of us looking back. I told him it looked normal to me. He shook his head, pointed at his reflection. “That’s not me” he whispered, “that’s him.”
That’s how it started. (Continue Reading…)

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PseudoPod 385: FLASH ON THE BORDERLANDS XX: Community

PseudoPod 385: FLASH ON THE BORDERLANDS XX: Community is a PseudoPod original.

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Hell is other people…

“Penance” is a PseudoPod original. “This story began, as some of my stories do, with a quick, visual flash of something odd and unexpected just before sleep. I began the story as a humorous tale, but it quickly let me know that it wanted to be a horror tale instead.”

“Mallecho” was previously published in the print and e-book anthology, ARCANE, by Cold Fusion Media, edited by Nathan Shumate.

“Jack” appears here as an original, says Jack’s editorial fore-brain.

Larime Taylor’s “A Voice In The Dark” can be purchased here!

Hell is other people…

“Penance”

by Liz Colter

‘Wake,’ my ghosts said. ‘Come.’

They spoke asynchronously, like a flock of noisy birds. Their voices pulled me from sleep and I opened my eyes to the throng of them at my bedside.

‘Why?’ I asked. The long, morose faces stared back at me, gray and insubstantial, and mute once again.” (Continue Reading…)