The white lights switched on, bathing the stage with their fluorescent glow. A man stood silhouetted in a red, sequin suit holding a microphone that was larger than it had any right to be. He took a deep breath and stepped out toward the audience. “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s youuuurr afterlife!”
If you need to catch up, here are links to previous chapters: Parts 1-2 Part 3 4. The sight of Hell suddenly appearing through the wall of Chad’s apartment was enough to silence him temporarily. The horseman’s firm grip held him by his collar, as Chad dangled above a lake of lava. Far below, a … Continue reading Chadpocalypse 1:4
This is the third chapter of my newest short story, Chadpocalypse. Parts 1-2 can be found here. 1:3 “Oh great, thanks Marvin, you’ve let the Jehovahs in again,” Chad yelled. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for various religious figures to come knocking at the doors of the apartment building, but the trick was to play … Continue reading Chadpocalypse 1:3
Prologue It started simply with two individuals sitting in a coffee shop. One was Brian, a young, not-all-too-handsome man, with a slender frame. The other was a woman, dark, also slender, but with a shrewd look about her. Brian gazed down at the freshly wiped glass of the table as his coffee cup leaked … Continue reading Diary of a Dead Man
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