Author: Graham van der made

The New Pills is a short horror story told through diary entries, following a patient as an experimental medication gradually changes their body, behaviour, and perception of the world. It explores escalating tension and the use of changing language to reflect the character's mental deterioration.The New Pills June 14Today, I started my first course of medication. The bosses say it's supposed to help me. Make me better. Change some of the things that I am, for the better.It's supposed to make me happier, and I hope it does.Once I'm used to it, I should take some time off.June 17Feeling much better today. The screaming in my head has stopped.The doctors say I'm making fantastic progress. I can't wait to see what else happens.June 27After a few good days, I came down…

"Human!" I heard the voice come from behind as I worked at my PC. I turned around to see from where the word had emanated. Upon my dresser sat a large, robust, grey cat. Some could call him fat, but judging by his demeanour, he'd fancy himself as deliciously plump. I often imagine him wearing a monocle and top hat while demanding I call him "Sir". He could pull it off. "What do you want now?" I grumbled. Something inside of me knew this was going to take time out of my already busy day. "Human, where is the other Human? The one that smells of flowers and such things. The one who too lies in the bed." "She's at work. Is there something I can help you with?" "No,…

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…

Deliciousness is a short horror story about a friendly butcher whose award-winning pork has a rather disturbing secret. As an ordinary day at the meat counter unfolds, small details begin to reveal that Bob's customers may be getting more than they bargained for.DeliciousnessThe grocery store bustled with activity: a small boy begged his mother for a new action figure, a man groaned as his girlfriend tried on another pair of shoes, and a small, elderly woman approached the meat counter."I would like 300 grams of that pork," she pointed to a dish of thick, brown-marinated meat. Even from where she was standing, the aroma of almost-BBQ filled the air. The man behind the large, well-stocked counter smiled at her. He had begun to dish her request into a small container…