It’s October!

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So, it’s officially October first. October is the time of pumpkins and ghosts and ghouls and one of my favorite times of the year. So, in the spirit of the season, I’m going to be writing more scary stuff, creepypasta style. If you don’t know what creepypasta is, it’s sort of like campfire ghost stories for the internet. For more information go here. So, if you don’t like creepy or scary things, this is your warning. Most likely, not all the stories this month will be scary but check in this weekend for the first horror style story of the month.

The other great thing about it being October is that there’s only one more month until NaNoWriMo! Anyone else doing it this year? Let me know. I’m also going to try to post some NaNoWriMo related stuff up until the end of November. I’m pretty excited about it really. This is a new era for the site and I hope to see some people sharing it with me.

Greetings

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This is yet another entry for Chuck Wendig’s flash fiction challenge, found here. This week, we had to pick someone else’s title and build a story from it. Simple, right? My title was Greetings. And without further ado, good luck. Continue reading “Greetings” →

The Forgotten

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Human nature is cruel. That was what was going through Rin’s head as she stared though her window at the man laying in the street. No one came to help. No one ever came to help. They were used to seeing bodies in the streets. Rin wouldn’t help either, wouldn’t even come out of her house. She was cruel as well. Such is life. He was going to die there, and not a single person would lift a finger to stop that.

The next day, the body was collected and given a proper burial. Like that would make everything all right. The next night someone else died, with people watching fearfully though their windows, never bothering to help. After all, why would they risk themselves to help someone who was practically dead anyway? So they watch, never bothering to really care. After all, that other person was out after dark, didn’t they deserve what they got?
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All for a Strawberry

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Betrayal tastes like strawberries. That’s it. There is no better description. Of all the things in the world, betrayal definitely tastes like strawberries. Continue reading “All for a Strawberry” →

Iguana #2

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Here’s an entry for Chuck Wendig’s flash fiction challenge. (Yes, I know, I haven’t posted since the last challenge. Shut up.)

This weeks challenge was to generate a random cocktail and use the name as our title. Mine was Iguana #2, obviously. I dutifully drank this while writing.

You can find the challenge here. And the drink here.

And without further ado, here is Iguana #2.

Charles ducked around the corner to hide in a darkened alleyway. The dark wouldn’t protect him much, but it did, at least, make him feel a little better. He relaxed his muscles and willed his body to be a little colder. They would be to his alley in a few seconds and if he was extremely lucky, they would pass him by. Continue reading “Iguana #2” →

My Memory

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This is an entry for Chuck Wendig’s Flash Fiction Challenge here.

He’s a wonderful person, and always has been. I love him with all my heart. Cliche? Absolutely, but sometimes they honestly do describe something perfectly. Continue reading “My Memory” →

The All

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“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Asked the man in the white lab coat and safety goggles.
“Yes,” answered the man in the hospital bed with wires attached to every part of his body and running to a dozen incomprehensible machines. “This is truly a momentous occasion for mankind,” he said as a woman in scrubs slipped a small black mask over his eyes.
“It is,” said the man in the lab coat as he strapped a clear mask over the other’s mouth and nose. He smiled a bit, as if this was all routine, despite it being anything but. “Now, if you could please count backward from ten. It should begin when you wake up.” The man in the lab coat pressed a button, releasing a potent cocktail of drugs into mask. The man in the bed began counting backward and was unconscious before he reached six.
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Dancer for the Trees

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She was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Everything about her filled me with awe. She moved with such grace that I knew I had to be in the presence of a goddess.

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The Young Woman

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Her dying words were “This isn’t the first time.” Those words were spoken while I was the only one in the room with her. I don’t know why she chose to say them to me, but she did. Perhaps it was because I’d known her my entire twelve years by then, but I never thought I was important to her. I only knew her because her parents and my parents were close, so she babysat me while she was in high-school. I shouldn’t have been important to her at all, but she waited until everyone but me was gone, said the words, and died before anyone could get back.
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Restless

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The world is interesting after everybody has gone to sleep. Everything gets a little quieter. Even in the big cities that they say “never sleep.” In the small hours of the night, sometime after the bars close, but before the rush hour begins, it gets quiet, or, at least, nearly so.
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