Morbid Ink Short Stories
This is the consolidation page for Morbid Ink which I’m moving over from another substack account. This was a digital magazine showcasing a collection of speculative fiction stories and original artwork. I’m relocating all of the stories to here along with domains associated with the site. Paid subscribers of Morbid Ink and Gordon Brewer can read the entirety of every short story.
You can purchase the book here as well.
Encounter
The campfire flickered in the dusk as the small party gathered around it tried to make sense of their day. An acute uneasiness filled the air while one man smoked a cigar watching the two women sitting between two other men. The glow from the fire revealed glances of concern as they nibbled on high-energy bars from the emergency backpack. A splashing murmur from a nearby creek sounded over the snips and cracks of the campfire.
The Man in the Raincoat
A new twisted short story for my Morbid Ink Project (my paid subscribers get the first look at all my stories). The final chapter will publish on 2/25. The tale will also be available for subscribers to Medium in the near future.
Infinity Mirror - First Chapter
Another twisted short story for my Morbid Ink Project (my paid subscribers get the first look at all my stories). The tale will also be available for subscribers to Medium.
Bad Memories
“Hell, would you open your mouth and talk? I’m going nuts and we’re way behind schedule.”
Feud
A shotgun blast broke the stillness of the dusty July morning. Echoes of the noise drifted back from across the valley while a brief puff of white smoke arose from a clump of saw greenbrier before disappearing.
Unneeded
A young man stood behind the counter, staring at the whirling gusts of snow that swept across the nearly deserted Main Street. The weather warnings made him wonder at the necessity of keeping the place open. Still, he needed the hours since living still cost money. Dressed in a fashionable business suit, nearly an exact copy of the one on a nearby mannequin, Glenn pondered his life.
Cell 4B3
The guard flipped the small cover shut after she looked in on Owen Price. The prisoner leaned back against the wall, adjusting his position while he waited for his execution. Between his fingers, a cigarette slowly burned, which he occasionally took a drag from. Surprisingly, his hands weren’t shaking yet. Owen expected that to happen as the last hour drew closer.
We Take You to a Breaking News Story
This is another expanded story based upon one of my horror comics. You can discover the original here.
All stories came out under various pen names. All material for the book and this site are under Copyright©2025 Shannon G Brewer