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Fiction I've written

I write short stories and very short stories every now and then.


Night School

I got to the school fence and made my way to a well-known section off to the side that had recently been damaged. I scaled it easily, landing on my feet. Phase one of my mission completed, I headed to the school building.

A soft thump sounded behind me, freezing my bones. I turned my head, panicked.

Horror in a school at night. Originally posted on /r/nosleep in November 2016.

Nobody Can Get to Me

Mark decided not to ask her how rigorously she’d tested any of her various security circumventions, and the two proceeded to the large, soft couch in front of the TV. Susan grabbed the remote, which had more buttons than a coat store, and in the blink of a fifty-inch screen, Mark forgot all about how many times he’d nearly died that day.

Originally posted on /r/WritingPrompts in May 2014, this was my response to a prompt about security. It’s longer than most of the other stories on this page, but not by too much.

Bloody Hell

A massive arm shot out of the grave, followed immediately by a second, and then a large meaty head with a scar running one way and a tattoo of a scar running the other. I flicked my fingers upwards, and the beast rose from its grave, a nearly two-metre tall monstrosity of dirt and sinew. The beast groaned and flexed. I felt a tingle of excitement in my bones.

Originally posted on /r/WritingPrompts in May 2014, this was my response to a prompt about a ‘mancer battle. Not really my usual fare, but I made a go of it. Warning: it’s a little gross.

As Far as the Eye Can See

If there was a giant somewhere in the distance, I imagined, looking out at the ever-greying landscape before me, he’d look like just a speck on the horizon at first, but then he’d come lumbering forward, getting bigger and bigger, his footsteps louder and louder, his giant fat face coming into view, and he’d just be running in a straight line, nothing to dodge or climb or navigate, and then –

Originally posted on /r/nosleep in January 2014, this was my attempt at a “believable horror story” in the terms of that community.

Safety Measure

The box was crafted from a substance that resembled wood, but not quite. It gave no splinters, nor did it possess the rigidness or vulnerability to water-damage of wood. Intricate patterns, painted in colours that were at once varied and complementary, had been carved into the box’s every surface, displaying its creator’s meticulous attention to detail.

“A standard storage box,” said Maldofax nonchalantly. “Commonly used for storing food, tools, and occasionally unhatched eggs.”

I wrote a bunch of flash-fiction stories in highschool. This one from 2009 is my favourite.

Vignettes

A collection of very brief pieces, ranging subject from fantasy to silly humour and in length from a couple of paragraphs to just under a thousand words.