Tag: Adventure
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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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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…
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The Cottage – Part Twenty Eight – (Short Story)
Jim was stuck again by the shift in atmosphere. With all these bodies luxuriating by the firelight it was indeed downright homey. The warmth was pleasant. But it was also naseuting. Jim did not trust these fine feelings. He did not want comradarie with these soft strangers. “I’ve heard you call these things the El…
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The Cottage – Part Twenty Seven – (Short Story)
Jim could barely sit up. There had been gravy….with a side of gravy…dipped in venison and lard. He had to go outside with a mug of coffee to keep from falling asleep. The cool evening and the swaying trees were bracing. And each sip of the bold black liquid helped restore his verve. Elsa and…
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The Cottage – Part Twenty Six – (Short Story)
The fire was already blazing. Its warmth and the presence of people gave the austere cottage a homey feel. Jim was surprised by the party that had gathered. There were four guests. Which to his accustomed isolation qualified as a crowd. Elsa was stoking the flame in front of the wheelchair bound cipher he’d glimpsed…
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The Cottage – Part Twenty Five – (Short Story)
It took awhile for Jim to regain his senses. The dusk had settled. There was nothing left to do but head for shelter. The thought that terrified him most was that anything was possible. He kept feeling himself pulled along by strange tides. All those insane suggestions he’d just drunk from a firehose, were threatening…
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The Cottage – Part Twenty Four – (Short Story)
“It is a science as mercurial as whimsy. The tides that pool between the stars are arranged like shifting sands. It is not a thing for the mind of man. That is the reason for intermediaries. A Hessian may master English but neither the English or German or any of the nations fathom the speech…
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The Cottage – Part Twenty Three – (Short Story)
Three loud knocks raised him. Groggy and cursing Jim trudged past the glare of midday windows. The rude awakening nullified caution and he swung wide the door. “What the fuck do you want?” He demanded of the strange mustachioed face that greeted him. “Are you always this charming?” A soft midwestern accent questioned in return.…
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The Cottage – Part Twenty Two – (Short Story)
The first sensation was confusion. The second was thirst. Jim had never been that thirsty. He was ungainly on his feet and had to grip the closet door to keep from rejoining the floor. He swung it open and found everything normal. There were no cosmic abysses, orbs, or goblin swarms. There was nothing but…