The Nickronomicon

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

January 22, 2019

“I still can’t believe we’re in Paris!” Rhonda exclaimed, gushing over how fantastic her honeymoon was starting. She and Mike had been together for years, with no plans on marriage. Somehow that had changed a few months earlier, and now Rhonda was living the dream of o...

November 17, 2018

Blinking, Brandon slowly woke with the realization that something was wrong. His arms were spread wide, painfully so. He was in his evening wear and tied to a rough tree, one he’d seen a dozen times, if not more. Flexing against the restraints, he pulled and twisted un...

September 14, 2018

Sliding another bolt into his crossbow, Igor used the butt of his weapon to bust out the shutters of the church he was trapped in, ducking back as an arrow whizzed by to sink into the rotting wood behind him. The entire structure had been abandoned for years and was ba...

July 13, 2018

As soon as Ivan walked over the threshold of the gate leading to the church he felt the hallowed ground lift his spirits and ease his wounds. Father Donovan was still partially carrying the Raven, rambling on about how he’d witnessed the infernal beasts battle with Iva...

June 29, 2018

“Well,” Ivan tipped back the last of his ale, bitterly chugging the disgusting drink just to feel the hint of a buzz. “I’m ready to see the scene of the crime. Would you be able to convince someone to take me, or take me there yourself?”

Father Donovan bristled at the c...

June 18, 2018

“Cursed?” Ivan repeated the word, his voice low and even.

“Yes,” an older woman seated at a table with three older men piped up, her grey hair hanging around her face in wavy locks. “The very home reeks of a foulness not of this earth!”

“That could just be the smell of r...

June 6, 2018

“What’s that?” Professor Nickels asks, sounding somewhat worried. “Are we being attacked?”

I can feel him pulling his rifle closer to his chest and quickly snag the butt of it with my armpit. “No, I’m just throwing a flare down in the hole, relax.”

“What? Why on earth ar...

May 7, 2018

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, guess I’ll go feed worms… I hum to myself as I slip beneath the old man’s door, the half inch crack more than enough for me to filter through. I can hear the rustling of movement in the darkness, but I’m not afraid.

Just patient.

Jame...