Two of my horror drabbles—Everything You Know About Witches and The Fog of War—have been published in Tiny Frights, Vol. 3 No. 1.
Four of my horror drabbles—three originals and a reprint—have been published in the Drabbledark III anthology by Shacklebound Books.
My dark sci-fi drabble As an A.I. Language Model has been published in the Programmed Hearts anthology by Shacklebound Books. As an A.I. language model, I am unable to easily summarize this story without spoiling it.
My holiday horror drabble Up on the Rooftop has been published in Christmas of the Dead: Krampus Kountry by Wicked Shadow Press. It’s the story of a brother and sister on Christmas Eve who hear someone—or something—climbing on the roof.
There’s something on the roof.
My sister and I huddle behind the couch, our tearful eyes glistening in the glow of the Christmas lights. The house shakes with each heavy footfall thudding overhead. Plaster dust drifts from the ceiling like snowfall. A low growl echoes down the chimney, followed by the metallic scraping of a heavy blade.
My sci-fi body horror drabble Only We has been published in Martian Magazine. It’s the story of a couple who wanted grow closer to each other … but not that close.
His hand caresses my cheek. His cheek. Our cheek.
There is no he anymore. There is no me. There is only us. Only we.
My sci-fi drabble We Need To Talk has been published by Martian Magazine. It’s a story about what happens when your AI assistant knows you better than you know yourself.
I don’t know how to tell him.
I’m just an AI assistant. I order cigarettes when he runs out. I hail him a cab when he’s drunk. I don’t do… this.
Three of my sci-fi horror drabbles have been published in the Dark Stars anthology from Shacklebound Books.
My horror drabble In Sickness has been published in Trembling With Fear by The Horror Tree. For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health…
I like to tell myself I never knew what my husband was doing in the basement.
My sci-fi drabble What It Feels Like to Die is now free to read in Martian: The Magazine of Science Fiction Drabbles. When you wake up in a Rejuvenator, you don’t remember anything about how you died … even if someone killed you.
“Mama?” Madelyn asked. “What does it feel like to die?”
“It’s like falling asleep. Except when you fall asleep, you wake up in the same place. When you die, you wake up in a Rejuvenator.”
Four of my horror drabbles have been published in Love Me, Love Me Not: Dark Tales of Love, Lust, and Lunacy by Black Hare Press.
Content warnings: Stalking, terminal illness, suicide
Warren Benedetto 