Soft droplets hit the glass without making a sound.
The rain started earlier that day and continued on into the late afternoon. No one else in the house had noticed it, except for the young boy, Nathan. He sat in the living room, on a couch far too big for his size and stared out of the bay window in front of him. Continue reading
The two of us drove for hours without stopping.
My limbs had grown tired and sore sometime during the drive, but I couldn’t remember when. My hands gripped the steering wheel as I forced myself through the pain. Continue reading
This story is my fictionalised encountered with Tom this morning. Most of the events are true, but I’ve embellished here or there. Sometimes I’m sure I can hear him speak. Continue reading
Child of the Dead is an interesting piece. It not only showcased my first real attempt at writing (sometime during the tenth grade, I think?) but revealed my love of horror creation. Well, it at least showed me my love of horror writing. Continue reading
There is something missing, but I can’t put my finger on what it is.
I’ve been struggling with this for a while now, and the pressure is mounting. It’s in these rare circumstances that your life begins to flash before your eyes. I mean you always hear about it, but never think it’ll happen to you. Continue reading