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Cessation

He stood ankle deep in the shallow liquid and could not see his feet. The liquid was a dark and lifeless grey, and the lake extended further than he could see. He had counted a hundred thousand steps now. He could still see no shore and he could feel no wetness. As he raised each...

Unchanging

I stand still in the midst of my surroundings. Inside I change, but outside I am as unchanging as the things that surround me. What does my difference on the inside mean when, by all accounts, my outside is endless and unchanging? Perhaps the outside shifts and morphs. But it is merely a rearranging of...

Ruin

Why does he take the sideways step? Why does he move, but neither forward nor back? Why does he half fill his lungs, and why does he only half open his mind? He moved in a way that allowed for no progress. He thought in a way that allowed for no change. And he sat...

Graphic Short Story: The Man in Black

When she told me what had happened, like most, I didn’t know what to say or do. She said he knew what he was doing, she said he was lucid. He was not intoxicated and he was not under the influence of any narcotics. Not that this would have made it right. She also said...

Short Story: Night Terror

He stands there, staring at me. He fills the entire space of my bedroom door frame. His white, featureless face obscured more than it should be given the illumination. When I blink he disappears. When I focus my eyes he disappears. His eldritch figure remains permanently in my periphery.  His mouth opens from the corner...

Should We All Have Equal Right to an Opinion?

Whenever we have opposing opinions that cannot coincide then we are in a situation where there are only three possible realities: either I am right, you are right, or we both are wrong. But we cannot both be right. For example, let's say I believe a colour to be red and you believe the same...

Short Story: How You Woke

1.You are not sure how you got here. Someone is telling you that you will be set up for life if you just drive a truck, and its contents, across the city at the end of the day. ‘There’s no way you can get caught, and if you did, it would just be a misdemeanour.’...

Short Story: The Pact

She watched her boyfriend Peter push the door open and walk into his best friend John’s house. The door was slightly ajar which made her stomach feel hollow. Remembering the haunting and creepy texts he had sent Peter earlier and now finding the door open at three in the morning didn’t give her any comfort...

Short story: Change

“There are vocal qualities peculiar to men, and vocal qualities peculiar to beasts; and it is terrible to hear the one when the source should yield the other.” ― H.P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu I write this down, after the events of today, in an attempt to solidify all that has come to pass. I fear...