Short Story: How You Woke

1.You are not sure how you got here. Someone is telling you that you will be set up for life if you just drive a truck, and its contents, across the city at the end of the day. ‘There’s no way you can get caught, and if you did, it would just be a misdemeanour.’... Continue Reading →

Short Story: The Pact

She watched her boyfriend Peter push the door open and walk into his best friend John’s house. The door was slightly ajar which made her stomach feel hollow. Remembering the haunting and creepy texts he had sent Peter earlier and now finding the door open at three in the morning didn’t give her any comfort... Continue Reading →

Short story: Change

“There are vocal qualities peculiar to men, and vocal qualities peculiar to beasts; and it is terrible to hear the one when the source should yield the other.” ― H.P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu I write this down, after the events of today, in an attempt to solidify all that has come to pass. I fear... Continue Reading →

Failure

The bright midday light made him squint. He walked through the dry and silent forest and couldn’t hear a single leaf rustle. He must be far enough away from anyone by now, he thought. He stopped, closed his eyes and finally let the weight of all that he could not handle bear down on his... Continue Reading →

How To Create A Monster

They didn’t just beat her; they tortured her. Those that raised her, if they can even be called parents, looked more like beasts than they did humans. It wasn’t so much their fangs, sharp claws or overly muscled limbs that made them scary; it was their eyes. Eyes like empty black wells. Eyes that when... Continue Reading →

Lucid

A soft breeze skimmed across the open field and brushed the man’s skin. Mosquitos and other insects took advantage of the isolated man standing alone in the middle of the field. He offered no reaction to the wind or the insects that now occupied much of his exposed skin. He was rigid and staring at... Continue Reading →

The Boy and His Dog

The boy loved his dog. His dog’s name was Buddy, but this gave no true insight into the depth of their friendship.Whenever the boy was at school he wished he were with his buddy. He would be lost in his mind thinking about how, if he didn’t have school, he could spend so much more... Continue Reading →

The Many Man

The man picks up his knife and opens the box. With little care he empties the contents onto the desk in front of him. He organises the contents, puts a price on them and then takes them out to display in the front room of the shop.The man then, with the slouch of someone who... Continue Reading →

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