Tag: Original Stories

April 14, 2024

AS – 79b Original Story (Dystopian Novel Teaser)

The following tale is one I began as a writing exercise a while back. Since I haven’t uploaded anything for a while I thought it was just good enough to share as a teaser. Hope you enjoy. Any feedback is appreciated. Carter Jesus. It was cold. So cold. The door. It wasn’t far now. Just…
December 5, 2018

Submitted by J.D. Newsman – Free Car (Creepypasta Sorta) – Pt IV

The tale continues! Sorry for the lag in uploading/creating. End of the year is a busy time and all the rest of my excuses etc.. Also sorry for the subpar voice acting… I really would have preffered getting some dudebros together but I’m far too spent ATM to herd the sort of cats I…
November 10, 2018

Submitted by J.D. Newsman – Free Car! (Creepypasta Sorta) – Part III

Alan improvises. https://www.minds.com/Weirmellow – Social Thing https://www.patreon.com/TheFractalJournal – Tipjar
November 4, 2018

Submitted by J.D. Newsman – Free Car! (Creepypasta Sorta) – Part II

Part I The Alan character sounds a bit different because I finally figured out that my mic wasn’t plugged in all the way. I’m a noob audio wise bear with me. Hope ya’ll enjoy. The music is free domain see the last videos description for details. Too lazy to look up the link again. http://www.fractaljournal.com…
October 1, 2018

She Sells Seahells – Part V – The Contemplation of God

As we proceeded topside Harris chuckled. “That was a mighty fine speech you gave. You should have taken on the cloth.” “I do not fancy my fathers profession.” “A nice parish in the country? That is not favorable to scurvy and the sword?” “The parish is worms and dust. It is stifling to both mind…
September 16, 2018

She Sells Seahells – Part III – (Original Story)

The Berber sat as silent as the grave. He raised his turbaned head and regarded me with a detached curiosity. Our guest had gotten the best accommodation. Death was reluctantly indebted to the Mohammedans. It was the galley of some Suleiman fellow that had pulled him from the English channel. It seems the Ottomans still…
September 14, 2018

She Sells Seahells – Part II (Original Story)

I was throbbing. Absolutely throbbing as a billion points of grain pressed into the exposed skin of my arm and face. Slowly the blinding light receded. It was replaced by a voice. A gruff reeking voice. “Git up…eh…you git!” I groaned. “Halstead! retch’d derelict…up wit ya!” I stirred. The sound of surf met my ears.…
September 13, 2018

She Sells Seahells – Part One – (Original Story)

I was breathless. I was ecstatic. The soft sand propelled me forward with a rhythmic dampened crunch. I was a little tipsy. My friend seven years my senior lagged far behind. Not only was he older, but the call center hadn’t exactly improved his stamina. I had run track in highschool and never stopped running.…