Category: Stories

Roland and Hayes

“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…

The Walls (Creepypasta Original)

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…

Tea for One (Short Story/Creepypasta/Original)

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…

Neat Bit of Synchronicity

Positive vibes from my pocket recommends… https://www.bicycling.com/rides/a31245986/two-strangers-meet-bike-ride-journey/ So many feels… Right on maaaaaan…..

The Distance Remained

What even is poetry? I suppose it’s for when life is too weedy and wonderful for prose. We waited a long time there in the brambles, amidst the tobacco smoke, we talked for hours. What were we on about? It didn’t matter. Together was…

Buried (Story Teaser)

There aren’t too many frontiers. If you gaze up you see the stars. That’s one of three scratched off the list. The other is in your head. It is the impenetrable virgin wilderness called consciousness. Which will remain forever chaste.  The heavens do not…

East Berlin – Another Writing Prompt

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…

Ajar – Free Writing Prompt/Idea

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…

Jack was always last…

“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?”…

Cheap Perfume (Poem)

Barely breathin Through the incense That’s hidin The cigarettes And the mysteries of the Orient Are just histories Wrapped and bent Dropping into ashtrays Just behind the whiskey glass Rouding days Up with tallies made of grass You’re dirt My dirty cheap perfume And…