The Nickronomicon

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

March 22, 2019

The wall blew apart from the three sticks of dynamite used to “open” the sealed crypt, creating clouds of dust and detritus as it rained from the roughly hewn stone slabs making up the ancient Phoenician structure. Crushing her cigarette out, Jennifer moved from behind...

January 25, 2019

Some of the time, you can only doubt that there is anything looking out for you. After all, you have been stuck here for, well, longer than you can remember. And really, when it comes down to it, memory is all you have left. Well, memory and rage.

Can't forget the rage....

June 11, 2018

The smell of rotting flesh was pungent on this vista, pungent enough to attract the attention of one lonely vulture looking for a not-so-fresh meal. Flying high in the clear blue sky, it spied the lower half of a human, baking in the desert sun between rock formations....

June 8, 2018

Some of the time, you can only doubt that there is anything looking out for you. After all, you have been stuck here for, well, longer than you can remember. And really, when it comes down to it, memory is all you have left. Well, memory and rage.

Can't forget the rage....

November 3, 2017

The smell of rotting flesh was pungent on this vista, pungent enough to attract the attention of one lonely vulture looking for a not-so-fresh meal. Flying high in the clear blue sky, it spied the lower half of a human, baking in the desert sun between rock formations....

October 25, 2017

My eyes snap open, staring into the still darkness of my sepulcher. The last thing I remember was lying back as the medicine began to kick in. I remember seeing my wife through the glass, along with a few others. She was crying.

A lot.

I shift my arms and legs, which fee...

September 27, 2017


            “Quite astute Herr doctor!” Came the cackling voice of Doctor Dead from overhead, the speakers in the ceiling crackling to life. “Not quite alive, and not quite dead, these are some of my newer designs for when I feel like one-upping God.”...

September 20, 2017

The moss covered structure at the crest of the mountain was a good call, as it not only had one entrance, which happened to be a great steel door, but it also happened to be unlocked. The whole structure looked like an old mission from the old west, a worn sign set upo...