Category: Original Fiction
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The Cottage – Narrations
A death in the family takes Jim Cleary from Boston to Appalachia. There amid the grey and green Kentucky hills sits the Cottage his great-grandfather built. The rustic calm gives little hint of what lies beneath the stars that hang so silent, cold, and bright. If you prefer reading: https://thefractaljournal.com/2023/01/31/the-cottage-2019-story-excerpt/ Note: This narration contains music.…
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Plinth – A Night Drive Story – Creepypasta Original
Hey, everybody sorry for the huge lag in uploads. Life is life as the Laibach song goes. My schedule is all topsy turvy, night is day, day is night, and I’m still in a bloody hotel. Whinging aside I’m rather happy to bring you a story I wrote earlier this morning. Here’s the story via…
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Plinth – A Night Drive Story
He could feel every bump. Every bit of asphalt conducted via tire and frame as the rickety Honda plunged through the inky dark. He regretted the decision to take the backroads. Though in all honesty, it was more necessity than decision. The freeway required a speed he did not find reassuring. Roland sighed at the…
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Roland and Hayes
“Is there anything to be said for it?” “I really haven’t the faintest.” Two silhouettes haunched over a grave offered no prayers. Yet, it was not an occasion entirely lacking in reverence. The strange light of the lantern diffused spectrally through the fog like a priest with a censer. “That’s done it then.” The crunch…
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The Walls (Creepypasta Original)
There was no fear then. The shadows that the trees cast as night fell held no terror. It was comfortable to watch the world grow dark. Now the inky shadows that bleed from the closet induce panic. How did I regress to such a childish state? Long sessions on the shrink’s couch are unnecessary. I…
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Tea for One (Short Story/Creepypasta/Original)
I felt the chill. Let it sink in. Now that the drunken shouts and laughter had decayed into murmurs, I was beginning to feel the night. My fire provided warmth enough for the kettle that swung on a hook above it. I however was cold. And that is what I wanted. Cold animates. It promotes…
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East Berlin – Another Writing Prompt
Nothing. Nothing at all. It was reassuring. Viktor stepped away from the window breathing a sigh of relief. Max clacked in from the kitchen. The corgi stood in the middle of the floor gazing lopsidedly at his owner. It was so good that he found the canine Max. Whatever balm he could get from the…
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Ajar – Free Writing Prompt/Idea
Rain pattered hynotically against the windsheild. Making it damned difficult to keep my eyes open. Somewhere a million miles away a voice informed me that the door was ajar. I hate getting out of bed. But she’d turned the shower on and now I had to piss. My lids were so heavy. Too heavy to…