Posts Tagged ‘horror fiction’

It’s a rainy, dreary, cold day here in my part of New York today, not at all the ideal day you want to have to kick off the first unofficial weekend of summer or a three-day weekend, but hey, we work with the cards we are dealt and move on.Since we’re trapped inside today, Michelle […]


A big flash of the fluorescent light overhead jolted Steven back to the present. He stared at the access point again, hoping for some kind of answer to either what happened back then or what was happening now. The door offered him nothing, just the coldness and silence of the cement crusting the inside of […]


Steven had seen it in the basement when he moved in. Uncle Louis told him it was there and still worked fine, so it was really just a matter of retrieving it. He made sure to grab his cell phone and put it in his shorts pocket before heading to the basement. He knew it […]


“You okay?,” Oscar said, grabbing hold of Steven as he fell over. “Yeah, I’m fine,” Steven told him, getting ready to stand back up. Steven hesitated for a moment before he stood. Looking closer at the ground around the scorch marks, he noticed some small, black ants. Some of the ants were carting off a […]


Steven was snapped out of his trance by the sound of the lawn mower of the landscaping crew. He looked down out the bedroom window to see the familiar figure of Oscar and his two-man crew tending to the lawn and garden. Steven put on a t-shirt and jeans and made his way down to […]


Okay, so here’s what I have. I have actually written quite a bit so far, so I am going to have to do this in installments. I’m not used to sharing my work in any fashion whatsoever, so be kind. According to copyright law, all the text on this page is created by me and can’t be […]



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