Tag: Thrillers

The Cottage – Part Twenty Seven – (Short Story)

Jim could barely sit up. There had been gravy….with a side of gravy…dipped in venison and lard. He had to go outside with a mug of coffee to keep from falling asleep. The cool evening and the swaying trees were bracing. And each sip…

The Cottage – Part Twenty Five – (Short Story)

It took awhile for Jim to regain his senses. The dusk had settled. There was nothing left to do but head for shelter. The thought that terrified him most was that anything was possible. He kept feeling himself pulled along by strange tides. All…

The Cottage – Part Twenty Three – (Short Story)

Three loud knocks raised him. Groggy and cursing Jim trudged past the glare of midday windows. The rude awakening nullified caution and he swung wide the door. “What the fuck do you want?” He demanded of the strange mustachioed face that greeted him. “Are…

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…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.6 – Elevenses

I didn’t have much reason to hang around the dawning of Atlantis. So I cleared my mind and rejoined the expedition. “Is it elevenses already?” Sam inquired. “Huh?” “What’s with the teaball man?” “Oh..uh..I just had forgotten I’d put it in my pocket.” “That’s…

𓇽. The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.5 – Nullification 𓇽.

𓇽. 𓇽. 𓇽. 𓇽. 𓇽. “Well you’re certainly supposed to be dead.” “Am I?” “Yes.” “I am dead?” “Yes.” “And what are you?” “This again…” “Do you consider a period a sentence?” I was tired of being riddled by ghosts. “Well, sonny Jim I’ll…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.4 – Cameron

Stunned and speechless I wheeled around. How familiar. I knew this face. This face that smiled at me with thin lips. “Gr…grah..am?” I stuttered. The lanky tweed clad thing chuckled. “Hardly.” I just gawked. “That fool nephew of mine has gotten you into quite…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.3 – Marooned

It had taken some time to locate the third tree. As I burst through the canopy I saw that the balloon had stopped. The thing hovered over the thicket about a football-field away. ‘Shit.’ Had they seen me? How would they? There would be…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.1 – Rope

That’s not right. That tree wasn’t there. None of this was there. I’d looked down at the trail. I’d looked for only a few seconds. Schmidt was behind me. Lucas just ahead. The sounds of our over-encumbered out-sized expedition echoed all around. Now there…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.0 – Pop Quiz

“I see that the test went swimmingly.” Thornton’s corny dad joke landed dully in the comm tent. He ignored the silence and our high-res grimaces. “If these coordinates are to be believed you boys are less than a month’s trek from your destination.” We…