Category Archives: Short Stories

Master of Peace | Short Story

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The lad marched with a steady pace, hemmed in between the escort. The four guards encircled him from every direction, leading him down the hall. They had almost no facial expressions, besides the occasional evil glare. The only human characteristic they retained were the heartbeat and a need for air. The lights were dim, and there were no windows which made the corridor feel humid and hot. The wooden floor creaked every few steps, but the door at the end lingered in the distance like it had no intention of moving closer. Continue reading →

The Caricature of Simon Marvel | Short Story

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The sword was an antique piece. It wasn’t cared for all these year, that’s for sure, but underneath the thick layer of dust and cobwebs was a beautiful ornamented blade that’s destined for the museum. Its blade was straight and quite short with a hilt that had a big pummel. The pummel itself seemed to be gilded and ornamented with various jewels or gemstones. Continue reading →

The Harmless Mixture of Torment II | Short Story

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The grass was whispering with a subtle but noticeable rhythm. Its voice was soft and light, but from time to time, a screech tore through the tranquility. Nathaniel was tottering forward in a trance. His step were light, and he was wobbling in congruence with the rhythm of the forest. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his mouth was wide open. It’s been a while since the last time he heard a frightening scream. He forgot about it already.

Rabbits scurried across the variegated fields of flowers. They danced around him. Their black eyes staring at him, reflecting back at him the worst within his soul. He saw everything he didn’t want to see. Anger. Fury. Regret. He saw himself lifting a club. Was it himself? Or his attacker? The club grew larger. It grew spikes.
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Devoured by the Living Room Pt. 3 | Short Story

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An hour or two later, a stream of water flushed down the gent’s head, waking him up. Victor was standing over him with a water bottle.

Victor’s shoe was gone and in its place was a thick bandage. He swallowed painkillers dry. “What did you do with the money?”

“Lots of things.” The gentleman’s voice was feeble. His head jammed pack with all the mishaps of his life.

“Be precise!”

“Take the remote. Turn on the TVs.”
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Devoured by the Living Room Pt. 2 | Short Story

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“Did you say something?” Victor screamed.

“It barely finished cleaning. The cabinet should have some.”

“Before that, what did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

Victor rushed to him with the gun in his hand. “You’ve got two seconds to explain yourself.” He loomed over the pitiful gentlemen who was now shaking like a complete coward. He said nothing. Victor chuckled. He grabbed a glass from the cabinet. He poured some wine for himself. “You want some?”
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Devoured by the Living Room Pt. 1 | Short Story

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“You should have known I would find you eventually.” The man declared with a victorious spark in his voice. After scratching his head, he run his fingers over his buzz cut. His leather jacket was zipped up to his neck. He wasn’t ashamed of his scarred hands. The pair of jeans he was wearing was dirty and cheap.

He strolled around the lavish penthouse, taking in the sights. His face was twisted, lingering somewhere on the boundary of hate and madness. The former was keeping him from completely losing control. Continue reading →

Jimmy’s Bitter Souvenirs | Short Story

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The classroom was in a mundane, soporific trance when Harry walked in. The doors squealed drawing all the eyes in his direction. He bowed to the professor, apologizing for being tardy, and snaked around the room until he got to his seat in the center. Continue reading →

The Unfortunate Fortune | Short Story

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It looked like a crown on the horizon. The white tent didn’t have any signs, nor any indication of its purpose, but people gathered there every single day. At sunrise visitors were magnetized to it even though the show starts a bit later. One by one they formed a single-file line, which grew with a frightening pace, making all the other business envious. Sometimes the line snaked around, hiding behind corners, and even blocking the entire street. On other occasions, the people formed a chaotic mass that encircled the tent. This would, ultimately, lead to a peculiar experience, where an individual’s name would be called out. Continue reading →

The Harmless Mixture of Torment | Short Story

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Something shook Jack out of his slumber. He was sweating and felt a penetrating surge of warmth from the inside. He wiped his face with his bare hands. Before him was a river. He dashed for the stream, hoping that the water is cold or at least mildly warm. As he got closer, he realized that the water is reeking, and it’s filled with various kinds of particles. The foul smell hit him, forcing him to back away. Continue reading →

The Behemoth Made of Fear | Short Story

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Nate was coming home with a bitter taste in his mouth. He felt rattled to the core. He searched the street for some signs of life, but no home had its lights on. He wanted to hear some banter that would, hopefully, shake him out of this trance, but his wishes were not heard. A cat dashed across the street of the barren boulevard where he lived. Continue reading →