Hey, all! Please check out my new horror story, The Machine! It was posted for a contest ending the tenth, and I got it done real late. I was moving so fast that no editing was done for chapters three and four at all. Please let me know what you think!
WARNING: Story is 18+ for Intense Violence and Sexual Situations
You guys deserve to know this.
Short Story Saturday is going to be skipped possibly again this week. A new story cometh. It will be a short horror called “The Machine”, based loosely off my favorite Tim Burton film of all time. And no, it’s not because my first viewing was with the person I was dating at the time.
Ok, that may have been part of it.
A small preview of it will be put up as my entry for this contest.
Anyhow, look for it in the Writing contest, of which I also have a link to, here. I’ll post a link as soon as it arrives.
A couple of college kids are having a late night fun drive when they all get attacked by a giant humanoid monster. They awake to find that they have changed into supernatural monsters called “night eaters”. It is neither vampire nor werewolf but is what both of the legends are based on. They return to their college to find that there are others, hiding out in the “werewolf and vampire lovers” club. They eventually join their pack and do their best to fit in.
But something, or someone, is killing off the night eaters at the college one by one.
DUN DUN DUUUN. Supernatural horror thriller mystery!!
Rating: 13+ for mild violence
Time of Writing: May 2014
Featured image by josso363
For any other person, the sights around this place would leave a person devastated, on their knees, unknowing what to do and where to start. For him, however, it was Monday, and just like every other Monday, he needed to find something to bring home.
He was walking down a street, or what was left of a street. The buildings were cracked, mostly crumbled and some were even only half of a building. He was aware they were probably going to fall someday, but most of those were away from his place, so he wasn’t too worried. But maybe the rubble would fall a little close? Oh, well. He was used to some rubble. That’s what brooms were for, typically, unless it was a large portion of a building. That would make for a bad day.
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So, interesting story. It’s totally true, by the way. And it’s short. The holy trinity of a good story.
We were out at lunch the other day with my nephews and nieces, and we were set to order. Specifically, we were ordering drinks.
Normally, if we are going out to eat, I’ll order a soda because we don’t go out too often. A special occasion ought to be celebrated in my mind. And if we’re celebrating, then I’m treating myself. But, although I love a good cold Coca-Cola, I don’t bother ordering it. At least here in America, it seems like most restaurants don’t serve it. You can ask for a Coke all you want, and they’ll always answer, “Is Pepsi ok?” They know it’s not ok that they’re depriving the world of a heavenly beverage, but they ask it anyway. Maybe they just see me coming and worry that I’ll drink it all. Admittedly, that probably wouldn’t be wrong. Either way, I order a Pepsi when I’m out.
But. BUT. This time something odd happened. She asked what I wanted, and I said “Pepsi”. She then replied, “We don’t have any Pepsi right now. Is Coke okay?
My eyes nearly welled up. This has never happened before, nor probably ever will again to me. But I responded calmly, “sure.” Inside I was singing praises. And I did get that Coke.
So, this is an encouragement to all the Coke lovers out there.
There is now hope.
(To all those severely worried about my mental health after reading this, yes, I am aware that there is not much difference between Coke and Pepsi. I grew up in a Coca-Cola-loving family, and therefore it is nostalgic to me. Allow me this moment of joy.)
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LOOK AT THIS. EVERYONE LOOK.
I am the king of awkward situations. I like writing them, too. Observe this gorgeous piece of awkward.
He opened the door and stared at a very tall man with short dark hair, a thin moustache and a long goatee. He was an older man, like Eocas. Perhaps the man was slightly younger. He stared at him. He knew the face, but he couldn’t place whom it belong to exactly. The man stared back.
They both stared at each other for a short bit.
Eocas paused, looking at them both. He blinked too.
“May I come in?”
The king of awkward, I tell you.