Tag: Horror
Posted on May 14, 2020
by Alex V. Weir
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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
Posted on April 30, 2020
by Alex V. Weir
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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
Posted on October 1, 2018
by Alex V. Weir
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As we proceeded topside Harris chuckled. “That was a mighty fine speech you gave. You should have taken on the cloth.” “I do not fancy my fathers profession.” “A nice parish in the country? That is not favorable to scurvy and the sword?” “The… Continue Reading “She Sells Seahells – Part V – The Contemplation of God”
Posted on September 24, 2018
by Alex V. Weir
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“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… Continue Reading “She Sells Seahells – Part IV – Solomon’s Gift (Original Story)”
Posted on September 16, 2018
by Alex V. Weir
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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… Continue Reading “She Sells Seahells – Part III – (Original Story)”
Posted on September 14, 2018
by Alex V. Weir
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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… Continue Reading “She Sells Seahells – Part II (Original Story)”
Posted on September 13, 2018
by Alex V. Weir
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I was breathless. I was ecstatic. The soft sand propelled me forward with a rhythmic dampened crunch. I was a little tipsy. My friend seven years my senior lagged far behind. Not only was he older, but the call center hadn’t exactly improved his… Continue Reading “She Sells Seahells – Part One – (Original Story)”
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