Writer. Copywriter. Dork.
The two of us 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. Continue reading “Encroaching Night [Short Story]”
This story is my fictionalised encountered with Tom this morning. Most of the events are true, but I’ve embellished here or there. Sometimes I’m sure I can hear him speak. Continue reading “Another day with Tom the Cat! [Short Story]”
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. Continue reading “Child of the Dead [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]”
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]”