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Short Stories in Review:
Fire alarms, Sprinklers, and a flooded laboratory…
Packed with action and anxiety-inducing horror, step into the point of view of a scientist waiting to be rescued after a terrifying laboratory accident. Locked away in the dark for days with no food or water, sit beside them as they slowly start to lose their mind and all hope for rescue. Stay tuned for part two of ‘Drip Drop’ coming soon!
On the run on an uncharted planet…
‘Edge of Nowhere’ is a short story filled with suspense. Step onto a planet filled with mystery alongside a troubled private investigator as he unravels the perplex case of a missing vacationer on an uncharted and seemingly obscure planet in the middle of nowhere. Part two will be announced soon.
coming soon!!!
Two days left until the release of ‘Field of Fright’:
Keep your eyes peeled (and peel back the husks of some corn while you’re at it) for the newest horror/sci-fi short story. On the run with nowhere else to hide, a wanted man is forced to escape into a vast cornfield owned by the local mystery man of a small town.
They said never to go onto Mr. Davis’ land. That whole place is cursed.
but when the police come knocking at Marcus’ door at 2:00 in the morning, his options are limited and he never really believed in curses in the first place. As he flees through the mysterious farmland, he starts to realize he was perhaps safer in police custody as the monster in the cornfield proves to be more terrifying and more deadly than anyone could have ever imagined…
More Titles to be Released:
Edge of Nowhere Part Two
Drip Drop Part Two
The Path Less Traveled
The Inheritance
Moldy Cheese Bars
Into Eternity
The Fork and the Fae
Feel Free to check out my blog posts as well!
What is Fear? The Invisible Dream-Killer
Space: To Boldly Go or to Be Grounded Forever?
And Stay tuned for new blog posts between the release dates of the short stories:
Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night: A Call to Keep Going
The desert sun shone bright and unforgiving as I dashed through the alleyways of the decrepit town. With my pursuers still on my trail, I streaked past rusted old shacks. Each step sunk my feet deeper into the sand, making my feet and legs feel like bricks. My lungs burned as I tried to fill them with what little oxygen the thin atmosphere of this planet has. Still, I could not stop moving, not with what was coming after me. Lucky for me, I have been a runner and backpacker so I have more stamina than them.
As I turn my head back to see if they were still behind me, my foot knocked against a boulder. My ankle rolled to the side, sending me down to the hot sand with a hard thud. I put my hands out to stop the fall and scraped the flesh on the jagged rocks below before smacking my face into the ground. I scuttled to my feet, hair sticking to my eyes and face from the sweat. Sand clinging to my arms, legs, and hands, getting into my now searing cuts, I moved to start running again.
That’s when I was stopped by a stabbing pain in my ankle. I wanted to drop to the ground to inspect it but the sound of footsteps and yelling took my attention away from the pain. I turned my head to see the backside of the crudely built general store and saw shadows approaching from around the corner. I gritted my teeth and hobbled as fast as I could. I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long. My ankle seared with pain and my breathing was now a gasping. My legs felt as if they were locked up with vice grips. Out of my peripheral, I saw a small shack. I ducked into it as they rounded the corner.
As I closed the door, my eyes were shrouded in a blanket of darkness. There was an odd metallic smell, but I ignored it. I peered through a tiny crack in the door and saw the men creeping.
“where’d she go?” the big burly one mumbled to his comrade. His hair was matted and unwashed. His teeth flashed an ugly brown yellow from tobacco and poor hygiene.
I watched as they stopped at the front of the shack. The smaller one motioned inside to big burly and they both grinned. They advanced forward and my body went cold as my heart began to pound in my ears. I looked around for a dark nook to hide in and didn’t see any. I backed away from the door as quiet as I could, hoping something would draw their attention away, or to find a weapon to defend myself. After about ten steps,, I backed into something. Whatever it was, it was solid and squishy. The metallic smell was stronger here.
I felt the object swing and move. It must’ve Dangled from the ceiling of the shack. I put my hand behind my back to feel the object. It was squishy but rigid. And cold. There was a wetness to it too. I brought my hand back up to see and my body went numb when I squinted to see the dark, sticky liquid. I slowly turned around to see what it was and slapped my clean hand to my mouth to stifle a scream. My heart raced and my blood went cold as I came face to face with a skinned corpse dangling from the ceiling. Not just this one, there were at least twenty of them. All cold, motionless, sending a series of shivers down my spine.
Then, I heard a weak gasp in the far corner.
“help-pp m..me” it groaned.
It was Jones, our pilot. He was dangled from the ceiling by bound wrists. A bucket lay beneath him. He was unclothed and covered in gashes and grime.
“h-h-help-p” he moaned again.
I made my way over to where he was and was astonished when I attempted to cut him down to see an IV and tube trailing from his arms to a blood bag on a pole to his right. His skin was grey and he struggled to keep his eyes open as his strangled breaths slowed.
“its me” I whispered
“Sophia?”
“yes” I replied.
His eyes lit up and he began to squirm.
“No, you have to get out of here before they get you too.” He said loudly as he began to struggle.
“sh..sh” I shushed him desperately “not without you, I’m getting you out of here too”
“no..n..noo” he said “get out of here go!”
“sh-sh” I looked around to see if anyone heard him. “ they might hear us” I pleaded.
But it was too late the door to the shack busted open with a bang and there stood the most ugly, horrifying creatures I’d ever laid my eyes on.
Chapter One
They say no one can hear a scream in space but what do they know? It’s all I hear day in and day out on this destitute waste-bucket barreling through the big empty at warp speeds. I hear them when I’m asleep, awake, when I do maintenance outside the ship. They’re always with me, and I never forget the faces.
Fifteen years in the USPD’s legionnaire squad will do that to a person. I’ve seen some shit and experienced things that would make a tough person break. Out of all the bloodshed, nothing compares to the VanFossen case. Amidst all the screaming and nightmares, it’s this one in particular that always stands out. The one that got away.
I lost a lot that day. Not only did I lose the case, but my partner as well. And in the corps, your partner was your lifeline. Something too sacred to lose. After recovering from my injuries in the hospital, chief sent me off on some R&R and when the shrink checked off I was okay, they sent me here on this hopeless case.
A backwater planet where multiple vessels become stranded before disappearing forever. It was pretty much a low key way of the department telling me ‘you fucked up so badly we don’t want you back. You’re useless to us now.’
As I lay in my cold, shabby quarters and think about this, I can’t help but become more intrigued by the case. A farming society on a planet where farming shouldn’t even be possible. The sun is too hot and there are no nutrients in the soil. The inhabitants don’t even produce enough waste on their own to make fertilizer.
My thoughts are interrupted by the captain as his voice rings out through the comms in my room.
“Hey, lieutenant, just wanted to give you a heads up. We dock at immigration in fifteen minutes.”
Stay tuned to figure out what happens next in Edge of Nowhere…
