Category: Fiction
T’was the night before Midwinter

A mysterious visitor in the middle of the night interrupts a midnight snack...

Verbruary Prompts 1: Extension

Sybil sighed as she reached to the back of the cupboard for her sewing kit. “How long did he say it would last?” She asked again. Creed was pacing...

Verbuary Prompts 2: Request

Sybil had been trekking almost entirely alone through the countryside of Barovia for almost half a tenday. Their group had been split up by the assault of the witches...

Verbruary Prompts 4: Allowance

Poetry hopped happily from left to right foot and back again. “REALLY?” She squealed with delight. Creed sighed to himself… starting to regret what he had offered.  “Yes Poe,...

Verburary Prompts 3: Portrait

Creed shuffled uncomfortably, his shirt itched and restrained his chest and his trousers were too tight. The shoes were new and the leather hadn’t yet broken into his foot...

Verburary Prompts 5: Tool

Creed turned the staff end over end, faster and faster, passing it back and forth from his left hand to his right and back again. He knew exactly the...

Verbruary Prompts 6: Ice

Creed’s heart caught in his throat. He was young and impulsive, and often put plans into action that his heart had made long before his brain had engaged. This...

Verbruary Prompts 7: Fast

Creed ran. Normally the wind in his hair soothed him. The burst of movement has he tapped into his inner reserves of energy brought him focus. His muscles tightened...

Verbruary Prompts 8: Loop

Lightning flashed overhead and thunder boomed nearby, shaking the stained glass windows at the top of Castle Ravenloft. Creed lay on the floor, battered and bloodied, but still in...

I Am Chaos

I am chaos. I am eternal. I am older than your mortal mind can possibly comprehend.  I was here aeons before the pathetic lump of rock you call your...

The Train’s Whistle

The boom in railroad construction during the 19th century saw many American cities and towns connected in ways hitherto unimagined, with travel times reduced from days to mere hours. ...

The Forgotten Pharaoh

Transcribed from the papers of the late Jerome Montserrat, Archaeologist As I write these words, which will form my last confession, I cannot help but be struck by a...

A Simple Idea

“What is the most resilient parasite? Bacteria? A virus? An intestinal worm? An idea. Resilient… highly contagious. Once an idea has taken hold of the brain it’s almost impossible...

The Old House

What the deciding factor was, that led to poor young Rupert Willard to suffer his ultimate breakdown and be incarcerated indefinitely in a cell at Arkham Asylum, none could...

Flickering Lights

The lights flickered. Mark Wentworth sighed as he shone his flashlight around the darkened hall.  Night watchman at the Arkham Historical Society was hardly the most auspicious of careers,...

In the Dark Dreaming

“In the dark dreaming, there are only dreams.  But in nightmares, your worst fears are reality.” The swamps surrounding Byfield had long been steeped in myth and legend.  It...

It Comes

What I am about to say may, at the very least, be met with ridicule among my peers.  Indeed, the very nature of my statement would be reason enough...

The End is the Beginning is the End

I stood before a stone archway.  It was impossibly ancient, with designs and pictograms showing things I could not even hope to decipher.  Tendrils of darkness and shadow cloaked...