Arpad Nagy

1 week ago | medium.com | Arpad Nagy

BOOK REVIEW | AUDIOBOOK REVIEWThe hunt for the tomb of Vlad the Impaler, aka Dracula, is told in a story so rich you almost have to believe it’s trueFor me, the only fiction more lifeless than vampires is zombies, and it has been exceedingly rare for any new attempt at those dead tropes to hold my interest in a book or on screen. The only exceptions are Bram Stoker’s Dracula and possibly World War Z. Elizabeth Kostova’s The Historian qualifies as a worthy addition.

1 week ago | medium.com | Arpad Nagy

On my way to work this afternoon, under a 26°c sky, I saw a woman strolling confidently along the sidewalk. Her long, black hair flowed behind her like a sail, and she was wearing a flowing, sleeveless black dress with its cut showing off bare legs with each stride. I smiled and silently rejoiced — spring is here!Like the tulip buried beneath layers, the heat has drawn her out.

1 week ago | medium.com | Arpad Nagy

For readers who crave mystery, thrill, and otherworldly adventures, our pages are filled with the uncanny, the macabre, and the extraordinary. Follow publicationDark Lore Digest# 9Davis Keith stood with his toes touching the grass field of St. Bartholomew’s Academy. It was Thursday, his turn as yard monitor. There had been nothing unusual — no cause for alarm. Not until he saw a group of first-years huddled together in the field. They weren’t talking, or laughing, or mouthing anything at all.

1 week ago | medium.com | Arpad Nagy

A repository for personal essays, humor, some fiction, information dumps, and opinion piecesFollow publicationWhen the Great White North melts down, it won’t be Trump who set the fireTW: Likely to be offensive to Liberals. Canadian carnage.

2 weeks ago | medium.com | Michael Scott |Arpad Nagy

Each week, I will give you a new sentence — the first sentence for you to write a piece of short fiction. From drabbles to several-minute reads — let your imagination take you where it will!First Line Fiction Prompt #40The moon hung low, casting long shadows over secrets buried for years. Peltolec knew what he was doing was wrong, but he was hungry, and those long-buried secrets would feed him. Delay wasn’t an option, not in his world, not for the denizens of the Dark Wood.