The Nickronomicon

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

February 21, 2018

“What? Alex, I don’t understand… what do you mean?”

Alex’s erect phallus, hard yet pliant, popped with the sound of a tire being blown out, as a flurry of shadows leaped from the confines of his pants, dragging with them a heavy handled butcher knife. Shrieking as the s...

February 14, 2018

“What? No, like I told you its voice thing is all messed up; you probably just heard it wrong.”

Amelia said from her kitchen counter, where she was mixing two whiskey sours together. Taking the drinks firmly in hand, she held one out to Alex, who took a long pull from t...

February 7, 2018

“Are you ready for bed sweetheart?” Amelia called out, sliding a pair of hoop earrings on beneath her curled hair.

“No,” came a reply from the doorway, gathering her attention. Her young son, Anthony, looked just like his father. Dark caramel skin, close-cropped hair an...

January 10, 2018

Sara scrambled up to her feet and reached for her purse, intent on reaching for her can of mace.

“Now that wouldn’t be too kind,” Ox said, sliding her large cloth purse up onto the counter next to him, wrapped in several lengths of violet cotton binding it all together...

January 8, 2018

“Are you ready for bed sweetheart?” Amelia called out, sliding a pair of hoop earrings on beneath her curled hair.

“No,” came a reply from the doorway, gathering her attention. Her young son, Anthony, looked just like his father. Dark caramel skin, close cropped hair an...

January 3, 2018

Wandering through the old mall, Sara couldn’t help but winced at the pain in her foot arced up her heel and into her calf. All her time spent working as a seamstress would have made one think she’d get used to sitting down, but she spent more time standing, squatting,...

August 28, 2017

A single candle burned bright against the swallowing darkness, illuminating an old sunken tomb that had been liberated by an old woman, swathed in black. She moved with ethereal grace as she pulled a stool up to a large stone coffin, wiping away the dust with a dirty r...

July 3, 2017

Following Naki through the deserted paths of the village, snow crunching beneath your boots as it would seem you are the only ones out for a walk today, you look around at the village in wonder. Long icicles dangle from the edges of roof’s while railings set in front o...