The Nickronomicon

Horror and Fantasy fiction posted by Nicholas Paschall every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. 

February 18, 2019

“Dwarf, who’s the sacrifice?” James says, turning to the gasping dwarf.

James gets his answer when the wooden floor beneath him drops out, revealing his position atop one of the carved horns to actually be over a chute. Almost by reaction, he lashed out and grabbed the...

January 29, 2019

Waking up to a crack from a whip across the back isn’t any way any man should be awakened. Alas, dear friends, twas how James was awoken. Shaking his head groggily, he rubbed at his aching head and stinging back, blearily looking around to try and figure out what exact...

December 6, 2018

Ashley closed the door behind her, shucking off her coat onto the couch. "Brandon, you home?" She called out.

No response.

"Good," she mumbled, hefting up the bag she'd been lugging. The box was heavier than she thought it'd be, and she was tired of carrying it from wher...

December 5, 2018

"Would you like to see something strange?"

Ashley looked up from the glass case, the rings she'd been eyeing now ignored in favor of looking at the pawn shop owner.

Ashley had been spending the last three weeks looking for a good Christmas gift for her brother. While not...

October 26, 2018

Lindsay drove them to a motel, a dismal place that advertised cable television as a feature and paid for a room. The clerk was an overweight man in a sleeveless white shirt covered in grease stains who eyed her as if she were a side of meat. Lindsay quickly got to the...

October 22, 2018

Sharon stood, drenched in blood, mere inches from her mother. Face slack and eyes gaunt, she was shivering despite the warmth of the house. In her hand was a steak knife, stained with crimson fluid.

Lindsay dropped to her knees and wrapped the little girl in a hug, pull...

October 12, 2018

Walking through the fields at dusk, Melody mused, is always a little creepy.

The corn stalks stood tall, taller than Melody by a foot at least. The short woman was dressed in coveralls and a thick work shirt, gloves up to her forearms dirty from the time spent in the fi...

October 10, 2018

“Gah!” The lost soul cried out, kicking out with a leg to try and push Igor away. Igor swung the axe down into the leg, cutting deep into the thigh and into the femur, lodging the weapon in bone which, when pulled by Igor, splintered within the meaty tissue. The leg ga...