Thomas, a teenage boy, can't help himself from searching everywhere to try and find his missing cat, but he finds more than he bargains for.
(A short horror story, based on H.P. Lovecraft's Old Ones....
It was in the depths of the Sahara Desert where I discovered the horror of reality in its most disturbing shape, but before starting to my story, I want you to listen to me not as another poor soul ro...
I was sitting on my desk, looking at the newspaper of the day. It was only out of habit since I already lost all of my interest in "big world affairs" a long time ago, but it was still a nice way to...
Apologies for not posting in a while, but this is a new story I have been working on whilst tackling the hours of a new job.
This is the first part of a cultist story in which a mysterious group is li...
In those haunted waters, cold under the Carolinian moon above, I found your tattered clothes wrapped around the twigs and branches of your ancient cypress bones.
This is the first chapter of a short horror story I wrote a while back. It is meant to describe the exposure of a fragile mind's deepest fears and scars of guilt.
The world is blinding, vast, and so overwhelming, and yet I loved all that this place had to offer, even if all at once I was so lonely. No one joined me here in that wonderful place, with so much opp...
Many of us from town had been out on the beach. It was the end of April and the days were warmer, but as soon as the sun fell, the bitter cold and fog returned. We were enjoying the warmth for just a ...
A horror writers first attempt in many years to write. It is a story reminiscent of Lovecraft and other such pulp authors, featuring a fishing village and a strange confluence of happenings.
Thomas, a teenage boy, can't help himself from searching everywhere to try and find his missing cat, but he finds more than he bargains for.
(A short horror story, based on H.P. Lovecraft's Old Ones....
It was in the depths of the Sahara Desert where I discovered the horror of reality in its most disturbing shape, but before starting to my story, I want you to listen to me not as another poor soul ro...
I was sitting on my desk, looking at the newspaper of the day. It was only out of habit since I already lost all of my interest in "big world affairs" a long time ago, but it was still a nice way to...
Apologies for not posting in a while, but this is a new story I have been working on whilst tackling the hours of a new job.
This is the first part of a cultist story in which a mysterious group is li...
In those haunted waters, cold under the Carolinian moon above, I found your tattered clothes wrapped around the twigs and branches of your ancient cypress bones.
This is the first chapter of a short horror story I wrote a while back. It is meant to describe the exposure of a fragile mind's deepest fears and scars of guilt.
The world is blinding, vast, and so overwhelming, and yet I loved all that this place had to offer, even if all at once I was so lonely. No one joined me here in that wonderful place, with so much opp...
Many of us from town had been out on the beach. It was the end of April and the days were warmer, but as soon as the sun fell, the bitter cold and fog returned. We were enjoying the warmth for just a ...
A horror writers first attempt in many years to write. It is a story reminiscent of Lovecraft and other such pulp authors, featuring a fishing village and a strange confluence of happenings.