Tag: Fiction

Plinth – A Night Drive Story – Creepypasta Original

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”

The Cottage – Part Twenty Eight – (Short Story)

Jim was stuck again by the shift in atmosphere. With all these bodies luxuriating by the firelight it was indeed downright homey. The warmth was pleasant. But it was also naseuting. Jim did not trust these fine feelings. He did not want comradarie with… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Part Twenty Eight – (Short Story)”

The Cottage – Part Twenty Two – (Short Story)

The first sensation was confusion. The second was thirst. Jim had never been that thirsty. He was ungainly on his feet and had to grip the closet door to keep from rejoining the floor. He swung it open and found everything normal. There were… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Part Twenty Two – (Short Story)”

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 Nineteen – (Short Story)

There it was balanced just so on the couch’s arm. Everything was the same. Manila colored, red lettered, and all – it was Hant’s letter. The very correspondence he’d so recently consigned to the fire. “No.” He said rising to his feet and reeling.… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Part Nineteen – (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 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 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)”

The Cottage – Part Eight – (Short Story)

It was true. Lizzy might be right in calling him a fool. But he wasn’t stupid. He was not about to venture into the yawning depths. The fact that the Maglite beam was consumed by darkness, that it did not find a wall. This… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Part Eight – (Short Story)”