Tag: Fiction

The Cottage – Part Five – (Short Story)

  Though Hant’s circumspection had proved to be a help round morning. It became a hindrance as noon began to roll on into evening. Jim wanted one thing. Fire. To establish a hearth was to establish a heartbeat. The instinct for flame was as…

The Cottage – Part Four – (Short Story)

“You’d better get used to opening them ears.” An all too familiar voice chirped. Jim started violently. He ashed his jeans with spent tobacco and cursed aloud as hot coffee singed his hand. Clad in a dusty grey-green dress with her torso wrapped in…

The Cottage – Part Three – (Short Story)

  Jim looked at the manila envelope on the coffee table. In large, neat, red letters done up calligraphy style the envelope carried a message, “Read Now. Read Careful. Read again.” He undid the flat diverging fastening pin. And instantly regretted it. There were…

The Cottage – Part One – (Short Story)

Appalachia spreads itself in grey and green a few hundred miles inland of the Atlantic. Its mountains, caves, lakes, and fields are a delight. It is a garden. It is a temple. It is where Jim found himself that summer. His uncle who went…

Frontier Fiction ETC

  Frontiers seem to be dwindling. Which may be one of the reasons for some of the ennui that we see. I present some thoughts on the remaining frontiers and how they’re more accessible than we might imagine. Contact http://www.minds.com/Weirmellow mellow.mission.productions@gmail.com

Submitted by J.D. Newsman – Free Car! (Creepypasta Sorta) – Part II

Part I The Alan character sounds a bit different because I finally figured out that my mic wasn’t plugged in all the way. I’m a noob audio wise bear with me. Hope ya’ll enjoy. The music is free domain see the last videos description…

She Sells Seahells – Part IV – Solomon’s Gift (Original Story)

  “Well that there along the side…you see it…the sort of interlocking thing…yes…” I said running my finger along the edge. “That is the tree of life – the world tree…”   “Like in the Bible.”   “Somewhat..though this is a Yakut story likely…

She Sells Seahells – Part III – (Original Story)

The Berber sat as silent as the grave. He raised his turbaned head and regarded me with a detached curiosity. Our guest had gotten the best accommodation. Death was reluctantly indebted to the Mohammedans. It was the galley of some Suleiman fellow that had…

Announcing – The Strange Life of Artemus Foe (Again..)

So, I have decided to pursue this steampunk webcomic idea. Which is explained in a voicememo/youtube video below. I know I already introduced it but here’s some more concept art! If you can call it art. Concept doodles…but I had a blast…look forward to…

She Sells Seahells – Part II (Original Story)

I was throbbing. Absolutely throbbing as a billion points of grain pressed into the exposed skin of my arm and face. Slowly the blinding light receded. It was replaced by a voice. A gruff reeking voice. “Git up…eh…you git!” I groaned. “Halstead! retch’d derelict…up…