It began as a little pool of darkness in the corner of my office. At first, I thought it was merely a shadow like all the others, cast by the door or my chair or the leaf stuck to the outside of my window by a spider’s web. As the light shifted from morning to … Continue reading The Darkness
Category: Horror
The Mask, Continued
After The Mask received some positive feedback, I decided to give it a continuation. Enjoy. She is dissatisfied. She has been for years, but previously, it has been a sort of comfortable dissatisfaction: unpleasant, yet familiar, and therefore less uncomfortable than perhaps it should have been. Her life up to this point has been bland and flavorless. … Continue reading The Mask, Continued
The Mask
His hands are driven by the fervor of obsession. It is the same unrelenting force that drives a drug addict to push the needle into his flesh and a gambler to hemorrhage her funds on the chance that he might, someday, see some benefit. It’s the same toxic pressure that forces an obsessive-compulsive to repeat … Continue reading The Mask
Eating
She hungered, and so she ate. At first, she ate only that which was laid before her, presented as a meal. For a time, this sated her, yet as is the way with hunger and desire, she could not be sated forever. As the days and years passed the meals given to her came to … Continue reading Eating
Camille, Pt. 3
Camille, Pt. 1 Camille, Pt. 2 Camille began to walk. She squinted up toward the canopy, trying to get her eyes to focus well enough on the trees high above her to discern her orientation. The world looked so different from this angle. All she had was the border between clearing and wood to try … Continue reading Camille, Pt. 3
Camille, Pt. 2
Camille, Pt. 1 I originally meant to finish this today before work, but I don't think I'm going to quite get there in time, so I'll cut it short for today. I hope for the conclusion to come tomorrow. The light of consciousness came back to her, slowly, and with the realization that at least … Continue reading Camille, Pt. 2
Camille, Pt. 1
Camille escaped, for a time. She stepped out of the back door of her house and onto her family’s wooden porch. Oscar, her brown-and white cat, nudged past her. He pressed against her legs for a moment, looking up with her in silent expectation. She bent her legs to reach down and scratch his head. … Continue reading Camille, Pt. 1
Fatigue
Karl feels heavy. He’s overweight, as he has been for years, but that’s not why he feels heavy. Every part of his body, from his fingers to the tips of his thinning hair, feels like it’s weighing him down. It’s a struggle even to lift his arm to pick up a potato chip from his … Continue reading Fatigue
Ink: Epilogue
He loves her. He has to: she holds his heart in her hands. What can he do but love a woman who cups his still-beating heart so gratefully, so lovingly? He can see that she cares for it. He can feel that she does. She has stopped crying, leaving only the stains of her tears … Continue reading Ink: Epilogue
Ink, Part 3
The video game Chester enjoys playing most right now isn’t one he would have picked out for himself when he was younger. The tattoo on his arm is from an online first-person shooter. It’s the symbol of the guild to which he belonged. It was once true that all Chester would play were FPS titles, … Continue reading Ink, Part 3
Daydreams 