The Final Countdown [Short Story]

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 “The Final Countdown [Short Story]”

The Fumble [Short Story]

The Fumble

Right now, our common purpose was 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 lay in many smaller objects. Continue reading “The Fumble [Short Story]”

Darkness [Short Story]

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 dankness 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.

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