Author: Graham van der made

We 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.The headlights did their best to cut the encroaching darkness, and a dim blue hue hung around us. We pushed on as the car's heater did nothing to dull the coldness.I watched as she reached out and poked the air freshener hanging from the rear-view mirror. Her hands were encased in several gloves to keep them warm, but they still shook slightly from the cold. The freshener didn't move."It doesn't bounce anymore. It's lost its life." She sighed.The freshener was a Christmas tree-shaped cut-out, once fragrant with the artificial smell of pine and newly fallen rain. I'd…

"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,…

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…