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Plinth – A Night Drive Story – Creepypasta Original
Posted on July 19, 2020 by Alex V. Weir
Hey, everybody sorry for the huge lag in uploads. Life is life as the Laibach song goes. My schedule is all topsy turvy, night is day, day is night, and I’m still in a bloody hotel. Whinging aside I’m rather happy to bring you… Continue Reading “Plinth – A Night Drive Story – Creepypasta Original”
Category: Alex Weir, Original Fiction, Stories, The Fractal Journal, Uncategorized, Vlog, Weird FictionTags: Adventure, Creepypasta, Fantasy, Fiction, Mystery, Original Fiction, Suspense, Vermont
Plinth – A Night Drive Story
Posted on July 19, 2020 by Alex V. Weir
He could feel every bump. Every bit of asphalt conducted via tire and frame as the rickety Honda plunged through the inky dark. He regretted the decision to take the backroads. Though in all honesty, it was more necessity than decision. The freeway required… Continue Reading “Plinth – A Night Drive Story”
Category: Alex Weir, Original Fiction, Stories, The Fractal Journal, Uncategorized, Weird FictionTags: Creepy Pasta, Fantasy, Forest, Suspense, Vermont
Roland and Hayes
Posted on June 9, 2020 by Alex V. Weir
“Is there anything to be said for it?” “I really haven’t the faintest.” Two silhouettes haunched over a grave offered no prayers. Yet, it was not an occasion entirely lacking in reverence. The strange light of the lantern diffused spectrally through the fog like… Continue Reading “Roland and Hayes”
Category: Alex Weir, Original Fiction, Original Fiction Series, Stories, The Fractal Journal, Uncategorized, Weird FictionTags: atmosphere, Gothic, Mystery, Suspense, Victorian
The Walls (Creepypasta Original)
Posted on May 14, 2020 by Alex V. Weir
There was no fear then. The shadows that the trees cast as night fell held no terror. It was comfortable to watch the world grow dark. Now the inky shadows that bleed from the closet induce panic. How did I regress to such a… Continue Reading “The Walls (Creepypasta Original)”
Category: Alex Weir, Original Fiction, Stories, The Fractal Journal, Uncategorized, Vlog, Weird FictionTags: atmosphere, Creepypasta, Horror, Mystery, Suspense
Tea for One (Short Story/Creepypasta/Original)
Posted on April 30, 2020 by Alex V. Weir
I felt the chill. Let it sink in. Now that the drunken shouts and laughter had decayed into murmurs, I was beginning to feel the night. My fire provided warmth enough for the kettle that swung on a hook above it. I however was… Continue Reading “Tea for One (Short Story/Creepypasta/Original)”
Category: Alex Weir, Original Fiction, Stories, The Fractal Journal, Uncategorized, Weird FictionTags: Bennington Triangle, Creepypasta, Glastenbury, Hiking, Horror, Mystery, Vermont, Wilderness
East Berlin – Another Writing Prompt
Posted on January 10, 2020 by Alex V. Weir
Nothing. Nothing at all. It was reassuring. Viktor stepped away from the window breathing a sigh of relief. Max clacked in from the kitchen. The corgi stood in the middle of the floor gazing lopsidedly at his owner. It was so good that he… Continue Reading “East Berlin – Another Writing Prompt”
Category: Alex Weir, Original Fiction, Stories, The Fractal Journal, UncategorizedTags: Dystopia, Suspense, Writing Prompts
Ajar – Free Writing Prompt/Idea
Posted on January 7, 2020 by Alex V. Weir
Rain pattered hynotically against the windsheild. Making it damned difficult to keep my eyes open. Somewhere a million miles away a voice informed me that the door was ajar. I hate getting out of bed. But she’d turned the shower on and now I… Continue Reading “Ajar – Free Writing Prompt/Idea”
Category: Alex Weir, Original Fiction, Stories, The Fractal Journal, UncategorizedTags: Ideas, Scenes, Writing Prompts
Jack was always last…
Posted on December 28, 2019 by Alex V. Weir
“There’s nothing out there,” I said stepping across decript floorboards. They creaked in protest. “Ok,” I responded. “I guess there’s some wheat in the field. Though it’s wilted.” The wind shuffled the flies on the brick windowsill. “What? You thought they were paper airplanes?”… Continue Reading “Jack was always last…”
Category: Alex Weir, Original Fiction, Stories, The Fractal Journal, Uncategorized, Weird FictionTags: atmosphere, Fatalism, Finality, Musings
The Cottage – Chapter Thirty One – (Short Story)
Posted on December 24, 2019 by Alex V. Weir
There amongst the stones he lay again. And again he had no thought. And again he found it good. But now there was no fear. There was no apprehension. For he had reckoned the symmetries. The propitiations had been made. The ginseng laid. The… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Chapter Thirty One – (Short Story)”
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