Tag: fiction

Encroaching Night is a short horror story about two people driving through a world that is slowly disappearing around them. As the cold and darkness close in, small details begin to reveal what is happening and how little time they have left.Encroaching NightWe 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…

It's Raining Somewhere Else is a short horror story about a young boy who discovers a strange, rain-soaked world beyond his family's bay window. As the two worlds begin to overlap, Nathan becomes increasingly isolated from the people around him and more drawn towards whatever is waiting in the rain.It's Raining Somewhere ElseSoft droplets hit the glass without making a sound.The rain started earlier that day and continued 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 him and stared out of the bay window in front of him.He saw something very different from the sunny world to his right. This world, which, as far as he…

Dawn of Battle is a short humorous story that turns an ordinary battle against mosquitoes into an absurd military campaign. Told entirely from the perspective of a sleep-deprived combatant, it plays with dramatic language and escalating imagery - the contrast between epic warfare and a very ordinary bedroom.Dawn of Battle A half-full bladder and the sound of buzzing had woken me. The sun was creeping through the slits in the curtains, and the previous night's sleeping tablets had started to wear off. The kickback to reality and the small, itchy spots all over my body meant one thing: I was going to war. I crept out of bed, headed to the bathroom, and tended to one of the things that woke me. Relieved. I grabbed the Zapper. It was my…

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,…