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!”
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Whiteout Chapter 1
Werewolves Don't Howl We should have brought matches. The thought rang through Nick’s head clear as a bell, even after everything else had become a frozen blur. James sat beside him, panting on a rock. His boyish hair was slick with sweat and his parka was crusted with a fresh coat of frost. Should have … Continue reading Whiteout Chapter 1
Chadpocalypse 1:3
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
The Ghost Writer
This is another one-off I wrote at about the same time as Diary of a Dead Man. It's a little darker, hope you enjoy. Sitting with his back to the faded, old window, it almost felt like he was alive. Outside the evening air was stale, held stagnant by a bitter chill. Red drapes hung … Continue reading The Ghost Writer
Diary of a Dead Man
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
