Tag: fiction

"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, Human. I demand cuddles and…

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 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 by my first. My virgin piece.========="God damn it, Bitch! Where in the hell is my supper?"Mr Sullivan once again returned home from a…

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 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 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.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 on, "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;…

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.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…