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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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.’... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

Failure

The bright midday light made him squint. He walked through the dry and silent forest and couldn’t hear a single leaf rustle. He must be far enough away from anyone by now, he thought. He stopped, closed his eyes and finally let the weight of all that he could not handle bear down on his... Continue Reading →

How To Create A Monster

They didn’t just beat her; they tortured her. Those that raised her, if they can even be called parents, looked more like beasts than they did humans. It wasn’t so much their fangs, sharp claws or overly muscled limbs that made them scary; it was their eyes. Eyes like empty black wells. Eyes that when... Continue Reading →

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