Category: Short Stories

Jeanette Merqua’s alarm clock set for seven a.m. broke the silence of her apartment. With a groan, she pulled an arm from beneath the covers, and without lifting her head from the pillow, shut it up with a smack. She lay inert for several more minutes, enjoying the post-slumber warmth of her bed, before she…

Clyde the mad guitarist from Mackay had joined the house. There was plenty of room; it was a large old Victorianate two storey place on a corner in Summer Hill with big spacious rooms with nine foot ceilings and bay windows. Everyone knew Clyde through Jim’s brother, so it wasn’t a problem – he was…

A Glimpse Into the Tail End of an Argument and the Big Bang Theory Legion 22Dec07 His coffee sits on the table cooling through indifference. The cafe is crowded this morning. Probably due to the rain slowly saturating the streets outside. His paper, unfolded, waits for him. He couldn’t care less today. It is probably…

The Man That Ruined My Life He stands before me with eyes bloodshot from too much hard living. Bastard doesn’t even acknowledge my presence so it seems. But I know that he knows I am here. I’m always here. I always come back to him no matter what. He is aging. Rapidly. His eyes, as…

Glyphs and the Horror THEY Bring Legion 18NOV07 It permeates the core of my being, mangling my mind with its macabre madness. It has twisted my form into an incoherent mass of what once was and should not be. These visions have darkened this soul once strong and proud, deeply rooted within the world. The…

Jacklyn Legion 5Dec07 She has gone out the door again. Like a silhouette within a shadow, she goes silently into the cover of darkness. The hunt has begun…again…and I can not stop it…again. I mourn for her and her loss. I curse my own and what it has wrought. Every night, the memories flood back…

Every morning my boss attempts to wake me up by pushing a button, making me start up for the day ahead. Alas, today… bleep… I am just about to make it, then suddenly I am stuck for I … bleep … to start my friendly boss’s machine, thingy … I do not know what it…

In the Trenches Legion 16AUG08 Prologue The smell of dirt and death is an old acquaintance for Afanasii. His whole life he has danced hand in hand with the two. They are intertwined in his memory like lovers that have nothing in common but their lust for one another. He smiles at that thought, confusing…

Blood in the Key of a Jealous C Legion 23NOV07 It stands before her beckoning, dark and ominous. A blackish, hellish creature that calls her back into a moment she wishes to forget. A lapse of reason she had hoped would fade away into the grayness of insanity. Moments of clarity play through her corrupted…

A Walk in the Sun He died yesterday. It is a loss that I can not quite relay to you. I sit here in the darkness of the parlor staring at his mortal remains. Memories flood my mind of days long ago. Days of his youth. Holding his hand in mine as we would take…