Tag: atmosphere

Under Construction – Up Since Three

I sit staring at a hotel curtain. The pattern reminds me of birch trees. Beyond are some Loblolly pines and Carolina starlight. The room has that new plaster smell that reminds me of the apartment I stayed at while working at a fiberglass plant.… Continue Reading “Under Construction – Up Since Three”

The Cottage – Part Twenty One – (Short Story)

He awoke in a desert. There was nothing about save for countless dunes that undulated like waves in every direction. The reddish sand was cold. In fact everything was cold despite the brightest sun that Jim had ever beheld. It was well nigh white… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Part Twenty One – (Short Story)”

The Cottage – Part Eighteen – (Short Story)

Jim did not see. His return to the cottage was not accompanied by a deepend reverence. Quite the opposite, his recklessness increased. “This is all bullshit.” He said as he tossed his uncle’s letter into the fire. Whenever he heard the chirping he’d run… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Part Eighteen – (Short Story)”

The Cottage – Part Seventeen – (Short Story)

Stone, oak, leather, and mahogany gave the lodge a Victorian feel. Jim wasn’t sure if this was whimsy or the place was truly that ancient. Everything was well kept and tidy. Maybe it was the real deal. With enough care something a hundred years… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Part Seventeen – (Short Story)”

The Cottage – Part Sixteen – (Short Story)

“How the hell did you get this boat here?” Jim wondered out loud as the lake’s utter seclusion fully registered. “I didn’t.” “Ok…so your family did?” “No.” “I don’t get it.” “I had it built here.” “Oh!” Jim said smacking his head. Despite being… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Part Sixteen – (Short Story)”

The Cottage – Part Thirteen – (Short Story)

Pain, fatigue, and cold screamed through every sinew. He raised himself by the elbow wincing at the sensation of rough stone on that tender joint. It was absolutely pitch black. If he were any less than completely exhausted, he would have panicked. Holding his… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Part Thirteen – (Short Story)”

The Cottage – Part Twelve – (Short Story)

  Why must they be so cryptic? There was too much room for interpretation. Nothing fell into place. Or rather the places that it fell were too fantastic to be seriously entertained. Maybe he should read after all. But what would he read? More… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Part Twelve – (Short Story)”

The Cottage – Part Eleven – (Short Story)

There was a sound as if something were in flight. Intermittent static, strange gurgling, and rasping titters sent quick sharp almost painful shivers up his spine. Jim felt nauseous. Then like waking from a bad dream he heard the first bars of “Something.” “What… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Part Eleven – (Short Story)”

The Cottage – Part Ten – (Short Story)

Afternoon found him stiff limbed and groggy. Jim reengaged the safety and set the twelve gauge gingerly on the wood panel floor. It was stupid to sleep with a loaded and ready weapon. It hurt a bit. He could stand to be a fool… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Part Ten – (Short Story)”

The Cottage – Part Nine – (Short Story)

His eye fell on the neat red script. He should probably read the contents. Maybe they’d offer up some clue as to the identity of his furtive visitors. Then he remembered the meandering sentences, the puerile mysticism, the Talmudic dryness. He could not bring… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Part Nine – (Short Story)”