Tag: Weird Fiction

Submitted by J.D. Newsman – Free Car (Creepypasta Sorta) – Pt IV

  The tale continues! Sorry for the lag in uploading/creating. End of the year is a busy time and all the rest of my excuses etc.. Also sorry for the subpar voice acting… I really would have preffered getting some dudebros together but I’m…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 7.7 – Anarchy

In an era when Brooklyn dentists go on Safari, I suppose that even our mad expedition was doomed to be tainted with training wheels. I lost my coffee buzz at the same moment that I watched a bright glint arc its way over our…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 7.6 – A New Answer

“Je ne savais pas que tu parlais français. ” I groaned. “Wha..what ?” ” I didn’t know you spoke French. ” Fabres voice was muffled by the fog of sleep. ” Huh… ” ” You were just humming an old French tune. In near perfect…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 7.5 – The Daughter of a Whore

  Dispensing with any sort of quackery I’d simply shouted, “Get out of here. This is my home. I am an Englishman and this is England!” After all the noise had settled and Betty had ceased whimpering I winked at Jones. He was still…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 7.4 – Those Aren’t Dentists

I blinked stupidly in the harsh sunlight. O good. Lobo was heading over. I’d long ago grown weary of his perpetually critical outlook. There was only one cunt in this camp that had the divine sanction to be cynic sovereign. “You are taking these…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 7.3 – HAG – I

It was cold in the spook tent. I was in a cryogenic womb made from space age canvas, fiberglass, and fans. It was dark save for the glow of monitors and the Christmas light array of blinking LEDs. There in cramped quarters we traced…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 7.2 – Kurâmã

I never got those Cubans. I felt better as predicted. There was also a fresh distraction to take my mind off physical woes. It was the oddest thing. Watching the natives avoid Hoyt. Apparently there wasn’t a medicine strong enough to purge whatever demon…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 7.1 – Precious American Fluids

I awoke with a start. I was no longer floating. As I sat up I noticed that we had landed in front of a settlement. Various porters were conveying our gear to what I assumed was the village square. There had already appeared a…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe (Part III) – Chapter 7.0 – Parallels

There is an ennui. It is the nagging suspicion that everything has been mapped. It’s that claustrophobic sensation that all serious mysteries have been surmounted. What is one to do with wanderlust? In the Amazon all such worries evaporate. The explorer whose footsteps we…

She Sells Seahells – Part V – The Contemplation of God

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…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 6.15 – The Wizard’s Nod

      I don’t know why I confided in her. I guess it wasn’t anything important. There was no way this was a breach of security. Who cares if she knew about Sam’s vision. High ranking academics like Cook and Bohm were of course…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 6.14 – Situations

Two days to departure and I watched Graham like a hawk. There was something that I couldn’t place. Yes, by now it’s well established to the point of tedium that he was decidedly freaky. But there was a fresh aura of mischief about him…