Author: Graham van der made

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 also revealed my love of horror creation. Well, it at least showed me my love of horror writing.It's a raw piece, and while I've made changes here and there, I've kept most of it intact from its original debut in my high school's quad. I can still remember the faces of a few friends after reading it. The general, confused, and "is this guy alright?" looks crossed their faces.In my opinion, I've gone on to write better pieces, but this will forever be my first. My virgin piece.========="God damn it, Bitch! Where in the hell is my supper?"Mr. Sullivan once again returned home from…

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."Are you alright over there?" A voice shouts from across the cordoned-off area.I fiddle a bit more while wiping some of the sweat from my forehead.I am not sure what to answer in this situation. I've been doing this for years now, this is my job, for Christ's sake, and this is the first time I've stumbled."Hey," the voice asks again, but this time right behind me, "are you okay?"The sudden noise gives me a fright.…

Right now, our common purpose is waiting for the world to end.The three of us sat around the table in silence. A flame overhead flickered. It seemed like an eternity, even though we probably didn't have too long. It had been a while since anyone had spoken, and our eyes were focused on the object lying in the centre of the table. Well, that's a lie. The object used to be whole but now lies in many smaller objects.The First of us, an older wizard with an aptitude for deeper thought, finally broke the silence. "I," he paused, "I'm not sure what to say."Anticlimactic.He continued, "Well, I guess that's it. We've come all of this way and... well... hmm."Our gazes turned away from him and to the pink object; its…

I walk down the stairs. The house is old, well over fifty, and continues to settle as it creaks and groans every so often. The room below is dark, and the smell of dampness rises towards the open door. Another smell, slightly more pungent, fills the air as well. It hits me hard as my nostrils tense up at the scent.At this time of night, no one is around to hear the noises.I pat my hands gently along the wall until one of them finds the light switch. A low-hanging neon bulb dimly illuminates the room, but not enough for the naked eye to see everything it should.Groans grow louder as the house settles a little bit more. The wooden steps beneath my feet let off a high-pitched squeak as…

A long and empowering horizon of blue separated the Earth from the sky. It reached far and wide in its splendour and glory, and all who beheld it knew to offer respect. Its tendrils licked the edges of the world back and forth in a rhythmic motion.'We're at the beach. Well, it's more poetic to say that we're at the Ocean's Edge, wouldn't you say? I'd also like to see the sunset.''No. Why are we even here?'The man reached down, picked up a handful of sand, and examined it closely. He picked out a few small pieces of shell. 'We're here to watch the sunset.' The brim of his hat fluttered in the day's gentle breeze, as did his beard.'All of these people, these men, women, and children are all…