Jonathan Lynch’s Skype session with his mother was in five minutes. He had to admit he missed her; he hadn’t been able to visit his tiny hometown in years. In fact, he missed contact with anyone, seeing as his current city had been under lockdown for fourteen consecutive months. Fortunately,
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The legend began during lockdown on March of 2020, within a town whose name and location I refuse to give away-on the chance anyone reading this is curious and stupid enough to check this place out for yourself. However if you were to ask me how I know these things,
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Honestly, I never wanted to relive this part of my life again, but something has happened that has forced me to do so. I don’t even remember much, the entire part of my life when the event happened seemed like a blur, like it wasn’t even real – for the
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It’s been an hour now and she hasn’t found a thing. She’s heard so many rumors about this old factory and all the things that have happened here since it closed down. She’s still intrigued about why it closed, or more specifically, the lack of reason. Apparently one day the
It has been the way of things since the dawn of time. Evil has always been birthed by darkness. The strong feed on the weak and the lesser. Not always for survival, but sometimes, just to revel in its cruel power. To inflict suffering for the sheer pleasure of it.
I could feel the blood trickle from my fingertips on both hands, but I felt no pain. I was aware they were bleeding, but I felt no motivation to take any action to stop it. The tones echoing from my guitar were intoxicating. I felt drunk from it. No, that’s
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It was nearing Christmas, and everyone in my university was packing up to go home for a few weeks to spend the holidays with their families; I was doing the same. I go to school in Peterborough, Ontario. I love it here, it was peaceful, it sat on a river
The days all started with the briefing room—a wall-to-wall palette of aged pastels and stark, hospital grayness. In the center of our little room, an oval-shaped table dominated the space with every seat filled with a tired nurse. From one of the windows, a bar of morning light often slipped
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I’ve always held a fascination with the sea, the vast blue oceans that account for two-thirds of the Earth’s surface. I grew up on the west coast of Ireland, enjoying pristine and almost abandoned beaches facing out onto the cold and wild waters of the North Atlantic. My father served
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I stared into the mirror, watching myself closely. “Could I be imagining it?” I thought to myself. No, no way. I repositioned, watching every movement of my reflection carefully. It matched me perfectly, nothing was off-center. The slight wrinkles in my shirt, the subtle twitch of my eye as I
I found a journal with the world’s secret inside… we’re our own worst enemy. Read More »
Part one. A melancholy recollection of traumatic events. I hate bullies. Bullies have set the course of my fairly chaotic life, since day one. My father was a bully. My Mother wasn’t much better, if I’m being honest. My parents were very religious, and I don’t mean just go to
“We’re doing our best to keep your brother comfortable. However, at this point I’m afraid it’s all we can really do for him,” said Doctor Norman, resident medical coordinator for the Ty Rothwell Compassion and Care Center. “The infection is pretty persistent, but we think we have him on the
A couple weeks ago I ran into a cousin I haven’t seen in years. He is much older than me, and closer to my dad’s age than my own, but I remember seeing him often when growing up. Melvin was the black sheep of the family, he had a couple
“I’ll see you at Kevin’s.” Those were words that used to be followed by a wide grin at school or a gleeful affirmative over the phone. There were either old memories to rediscover or new adventures to be had. The four of them had spent so many days exploring the
The year was 2042 and the month was April. My doctor, a pretty young gal that looked like she should still be in med school, …she told me that it was time that I gave up driving and relied more upon automated public transportation. I knew that my glaucoma was
Hollow bodies, Hollow bodies knocking on my brain They haunt my dreams with silent screams They’re driving me insane Hollow bodies, Hollow bodies Faceless figures in the rain Their pinstripe suits and taloned fingers Drill my skull in endless pain Hollow bodies, Hollow bodies Once human now a parasite They
The bright, shining, neon sign read Life Store. It was peculiar, not just because the wording of it didn’t make much sense; what would one sell at a Life Store?; but because I had passed this lot on my way to work countless times before and seen nothing of the
Read Part One here Read Part Two here Read Part Three here Inside the hallway to the sanctuary, the clutter of overturned mahogany and discarded crucifix trinkets littered the long crimson-hued carpet that lined the main hall. The sight that disturbed the two clergymen most about the chaos displayed before
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When Matt originally proposed the idea, I thought he was joking. Crash a wedding? Like in the movies? Pull a Vince Vaughn? I loved the idea, but the thought of actually sneaking into a random wedding to pick up chicks, well… it just wasn’t possible. Someone would realize we didn’t
Read part one here Read part two here With haste, the pair quietly exited the sanctuary and walked through the town that saw it’s citizens begin making their way to Black Rock Chapel. “Wednesday mass…”, Father Carroway muttered, silently chastising himself for the lapse in memory. “What is it, Father?”,
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Read part one here Father Carroway wandered about in the ever-extended void of subconscious. Unable to feel or perceive anything anymore, he wondered if he had indeed perished through either the means of the serpent’s venom or the trauma of the crash down the spiraling stone stairs. “Am I dead?”,
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“Have you come to relieve your burden unto the Lord?”, asked the elder priest from behind the blind of the confession booth. Silence hung to answer the offer. The elder priest, rather than immediately persist, decided to let him take his time; for in the last seventeen-and-a-half years he’d been
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When I was eight years old, I saw someone in my bedroom closet. More like, I saw something in my bedroom closet. My mother knew about it – she used to call it Corinthian’s Specter, naming it after me and using the word Specter to teach me a new word,
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“. . . He then fell upon the Kingdom of God, . . . and waged War; with His Minions and their Generals . . . against His Holy City in the Heaven, and His Hosts. . . . Struck down in the battle, Lucifer was bound, . . .
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