The Hangman’s Noose

by Paul Hook

It seemed that the whole town had arrived. Jimmy stood in the shadow of the scaffold, noticing the undertaker and the whores placing bets on the outcome – broken neck or asphyxiation. Wishing he had money, he spit into the dust.

The Ominous Road

by Ngozi Janet Akalonu

It almost had me in its clutches, but I managed to get away. When I got back to the safety of my house, I looked at myself in the mirror and there was a long, jagged rip in the back of my shirt, as if a sharp claw had tried to grab me and just missed me by an inch. That scared me, real bad, and afterwards I hated going down that lonely road more than ever.

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