The Haunted Traveler Vol 1 Issue 2

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Kick in Halloween with the latest issue of The Haunted Traveler. We opened up and looked for the strangest and the most horrific tales from this universe, bringing them here in a single collection for the readers to get a little twisted. The Haunted Traveler is a horror and science fiction literary anthology that releases twice a year. Published through Weasel Press, the anthology seeks to roam around with the stories you'll never forget. Those dark little tales that are sort of etched in everyone. We love the dark and twisted and we really want to be scared. Check out our website to see when we're open next. The Haunted Traveler is a non-profit, Horror and Science Fiction anthology that accepts a wide variety of art media such as photography, short fiction, creative non-fiction, digital artwork and more.

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a sharp twig finger, letting it snail its way jerkily down

through the sticky remains of her mother’s mind.

‘You think this blood will save you?’ Her voice

was not the endless music of lovelorn summer days

but the fatal crack of ruthless winter. ‘You forget, my

love, my blood is mingled with yours. We are one, our

blood mixed, an echo forever calling one to the other.

Did you think it a gesture, a foolish notion?’

Seizing his hand she held it palm upwards revealing

the scar, white and indecent, then showed him

hers; an echo in red, the boldest scar on a body alphabetized

by scars.

‘An act of love reverberates through time. It

can never be taken back, even when the heart disowns

it, for God is love.’ She put her dried and distant eyes

closer to his. ‘And Death is God.’

She licked at his lips with a black swollen

tongue that scorched him with the memory of childhood

fears.

‘No need for words,’ she said, her voice cracking

in a desperate parody of affection, as a shadow

blotted out the merciless sun. ‘Our life together was

our farewell. To be dead one minute is to be dead

forever, everything else is mere repetition. You abandoned

me but now I will teach you the meaning of

absence my love.’

The final syllable droned on and on, hammering

at his mind in a blunt rage. He heard the sibilant

thud of many limbs snake up behind him. He closed

his eyes and Death devoured him whole.

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