In a small town there lies a crooked house on a hill in which a crooked man lies. The people no wonder how or why. In fact the man himself knows not why or how he is there or what he is. He simply knows people are fond of him and no longer question his odd and quite frankly horrid appearance. He is just that crooked and can't stand straight, Let alone hold the same posture. Only one detail remains the same. Just like the rest of him his head isn't quite right. It can never seem to stand upright. Always cracked, laying on his left or right shoulder. When you hear this you probably default to h ..read more

Wilson Nepatr was tired. He had been working all day and was ready to go home to his wife, son and his son's imaginary freind Desmond the giant elephant. In the bustling metropolis of New York City, Wilson Neptar embarked on his usual evening commute homeward. As the subway train chugged along, Wilson's eyelids grew heavy, succumbing to the allure of sleep. However, his slumber was abruptly shattered by a deafening roar and the screech of metal. The train had abruptly halted, plunging Wilson into darkness. As his senses returned, he realized he was trapped in a desolate alleyway, surrounded b ..read more

Time travel is a lonely journey. Sure there will always be people to meet, unless you go to a humanity destroying event then go into that future. Then you just get to see what the world would look like without people. I did that once. I changed it back though, so I still don’t know if that makes me the worst killer the world has ever known, or maybe I’ve never killed anyone. I don’t even know anymore. Time travel is lonely and morally ambiguous. You see, time travel doesn’t really follow any of the rules of the movies. Maybe some, I haven’t seen all of them after all. In infinite timelines th ..read more

John slumped down into the chair in front of him. The terminal was almost empty, aside from a few other people who looked as exhausted as John felt. As the sounds of the terminal faded away while John's eyes slowly shut, a voice rang out next to him. “Beautiful, isn't it,” said an old man who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere right next to John. “Huh?” John said in a groggy voice with a twinge of annoyance. “Look,” the old man said, pointing his finger towards the large window in front of them. John faced the window, looking out at the nebula before them. The swirling colors filled the t ..read more

On the sixth day of the sixth month the sun shone harsh on Vincent Yellowcloth. There he stood on the most important day of his young life, his proud parents each with a shaky hand on his frame. His time at Figripe College had taught him to be eager for his special day, the perfect moment to witness the golden sun, like a loving parent, send him on his way to destiny’s door. His eyes burned under the white-hot sun and cheek was scalded by a thick, salty tear. ‘Look John! Vincent cries tears of joy!’ his mother gushed, to the satisfaction of the onlookers. ‘You’ll set your mother off again. Do ..read more

“What are you doing here?” Emma twisted to face me. The chains that connected the swing to the set twisted with her, effectively blocking the guilty look on her face. “Hey, Anns,” she greeted me. The mulch crunched under my sneakers as I crossed the playground to meet her. The night was silent – even the cicadas had quieted their chirping – which made my steps deafening. I’d always found the quiet of nighttime to be especially peaceful, but tonight it felt eerie. I sat on the swing beside her. The thick black plastic dug into my hips and I winced both from discomfort and the sudden reminder o ..read more

Letters to Nobody is a series of short stories presented as fictional letters. I'm Okay We were both fifteen, our birthdays just a couple months apart. When we kissed, it was because you spun the bottle and it turned to me. You weren't upset at all like most of the other kids there would have been. You smiled at me and I smiled back. I didn't know your name yet. The walk-in closet was huge, it smelled like moth balls and cedar wood. There was a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. You were just as shy as I was and just as anxious to kiss each other. You said something like we only had ..read more

(NSFW Warning Violence and Strong Language) This is the first part of what I plan to be an ongoing series of short stories. Some stories will span multiple parts some will only be 1 part. Thanks for taking the time to read my first posted story, hope you enjoy! Part 1/3: The forest was humid, the air thick as our hero found himself waking. His back was sore with more knots in it then the tree he was meditating against, he looked around and seen he was in the middle of no where nothing around in sight. "That’s weird I could of swore the city was just a short walk west, must of gone farther in ..read more

“Deadly Attractor” (TOC) by P. Orin Zack [2003]   Chapter Eleven   … Friday; Halifax … There was a knock at the door. “Hello?” said a muffled voice. “Are you awake?” Illicitly making love in an unused floatbed did have its risks. In order to get any privacy, though, you had to alter patient records to make it look like someone had been scheduled in for the night. Frank had arranged midnight zero-‘G’ trysts with Mara before, but this was the first time he’d done it at a MedCenter. “Ignore it,” she whispered. Short of booking space in space, this was the most deliciously sensual exper ..read more

First story I've posted on this thread. Hope you enjoy. Word Count: 5415 ... "Can you give me someone else?" My voice was flat and my face expressionless as I posed the question. Death's dark eyes met mine, and I could see the silent pity there. He quirked an eyebrow in amusement, then shook his head slowly. "No," he said quietly, but with finality. "Can you elaborate why?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Death glanced at all the other reapers flickering in and out of purgatory, stopping in only to greet a friend, clock in and receive their next soul to reap. He shook his head as if confirming s ..read more