Mycelium

I held my hand on my warm, wet chest, morbidly picking and poking at the throbbing marks of the claws on my flesh. I dropped my simple wooden spear, black with the charring in my fire, rough from the sharpening by my knife, and stained with the blood of the thing that attacked me. It … Continue reading Mycelium →

The Curious Case of Rebecca Murdoch: Part 4, Down the Rabbit Hole

My phone trembled, drenched in sweat from my palms and my cheek. My body felt hot and cold all at the same time, and it took me all of the will I could muster to say, “Oh. That must be quite a shock.” “How did you know he was shocked?” for the last time, she … Continue reading The Curious Case of Rebecca Murdoch: Part 4, Down the Rabbit Hole →

The Curious Case of Rebecca Murdoch: Part 3, A Friendly Chat

I don't remember much of the journey that followed, mostly because there was nothing to remember. I was thrown into what was probably the back of a van, hitting my head pretty hard on the floor. I don't think I was concussed, but my head throbbed with pain nevertheless. Based on the sounds I heard … Continue reading The Curious Case of Rebecca Murdoch: Part 3, A Friendly Chat →

The Curious Case of Rebecca Murdoch: Part 2, A Night of Surprises

“Yeah?” A raspy, grouchy voice said. My grip on my phone tightened, despite my sweating. “Uh… Alex Murdoch?” “That’s me. And you would be?” “Right, um, Jennings, Dr. Jennings. Your daughter came to see me just today-” “Who, Rebecca?” “Yeah, Rebecca.” I’m not sure, but I think I heard him mumble something about approval. “How … Continue reading The Curious Case of Rebecca Murdoch: Part 2, A Night of Surprises →

Bad Timing

3.67 minutes... The man in the grey jacket started to run. He couldn’t believe what was happening, and whatever was making him late was making him very angry. It was impossible for him to contain his anger and anxiety. If he weren’t 18.3 seconds behind schedule, he’d have taken the time to make that creature … Continue reading Bad Timing →

The Chord

The following is an advertisement published on January 18th, 2023 Union Technicolour Twilight Reunion Concert Free of Charge May 4th, Fairview Park, Metron OR, U.S.A. The following is an entry from the diary of one Dr Stephen Rourke Jamuary 18th, 2023 I was right! They all said I was crazy. They still do, but I … Continue reading The Chord →

Ice Cream on the Cliff

I love to eat ice cream. Most people associate it with a hot, sunny summer’s day. I, however, enjoy mine on a cool summer’s night. I remember when I was young, I would occasionally go out for ice cream at night with my father. We would drive up from the lonely ice cream shop in … Continue reading Ice Cream on the Cliff →

The Evening I Left

I lie on the pickup truck out in the field, and I gaze at the stars. I hear crickets chirping, and I hear the occasional faint breeze. I’m alone, and I have no idea where I’m going or what I’m doing. I faintly hear, or rather, don’t hear, the not-sound of my father’s not-voice as … Continue reading The Evening I Left →

Stereo

I heard several voices around me, all of them only slightly different from each other. All of them said similar things, all so similar, and yet so different from each other. All of the things they said were such logical progressions from the last word spoken, but each of them seemed to have their own … Continue reading Stereo →

The Thing in his Gut

There was a man who was mistreated. Few had anything but scorn for him, and he couldn’t find much else for himself. He would work day in and day out, he would endure the treatment he was given, and he would do nothing but keep his heart beating and lungs breathing. As the days went … Continue reading The Thing in his Gut →