Category: Weird Fiction
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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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Jack was always last…
“There’s nothing out there,” I said stepping across decript floorboards. They creaked in protest. “Ok,” I responded. “I guess there’s some wheat in the field. Though it’s wilted.” The wind shuffled the flies on the brick windowsill. “What? You thought they were paper airplanes?” I chuckled. It was cold. It was cold for a few…
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The Cottage – Chapter Thirty One – (Short Story)
There amongst the stones he lay again. And again he had no thought. And again he found it good. But now there was no fear. There was no apprehension. For he had reckoned the symmetries. The propitiations had been made. The ginseng laid. The feng shui done. He rose and strode without fear through the…
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Amthlynam (Short Story)
Notre Dame, Big Ben, the Sistene chapel. These are known marvels. But what of those that crumbled into dust? Centuries of soil at times wild with trees at times green with pasture shroud their memory. Alternating patchworks of increase and decline are the lily’s placed beside their tomb. And the minds of men? Do they…
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The Cottage – Chapter Thirty – (Short Story)
The cottage seemed even emptier than before. Luckadoo’s party had pressing matters across the pond. They did not tarry long. It was annoying. Everything was always open ended. Just left there laying vague and cryptic. It felt like trying to get a direct answer from a Sunday School class. Jim pushed an empty tumbler across…
The Fractal Journal 