MY EYES ARE MANY, BUT I SEE NO END
For the most part, I’m still human, unlike them. They despise me out of envy. The more they hate me, the less I care about their feelings. Then, the less I care about their feelings, the more they despise me. And down we all go into the whirlpool of hate.
A body horror speculative fiction written for Globe Soup’s “Primal Fears Horror” short story competition.
ART OF THE SUMERIAN DEAL
It is approximately 2000BC, and the great Sumerian city of Ur is bustling with people working honest tasks for a better life. However, among them there is one who has reached close to the top of the social hierarchy by being everything but honest. Namkuzu the Clever seems to have it all, until armed men arrive at his estate, and everything he has worked for is threatened.
A comedic historical-fiction, set in Ancient Mesopotamia, written for Globe Soup’s 7-day-writing-challenge #10.
EREBOS
A dread-inducing Sci-Fi Horror story.
Doctor Rachael Blackwell has been diagnosed with a ravenous, incurable disease. Her only option is to enter cryosleep and hope for a cure in the future. However, something has gone horribly wrong, and Rachael has yet to fathom the misery that awaits her.
Written for the Globe Soup Sci-Fi short story contest, with the assigned theme of ‘cryosleep’.
THE WITNESS AND THE EAGATHAE
AWARDED “BEST IN GENRE” IN GLOBE SOUP’S 7 DAY STORY WRITING CHALLENGE #9
A high-fantasy short story of how the dead continent earned its name. A witness tells us how, for he is the only one who can.
DEPTHS, SHADOW, AND DAWN
Written for the Globe Soup Paranormal Flash Fiction contest with the theme “Mermaids”.
It is the dawn of the 20th century, and a woman has been struck overboard into a perilous ocean. A sapphic self-discovery fiction.
THE TRADE
Written for the Globe Soup paranormal fiction contest with the subject of “werewolf”
A gruesome tale of a trader returning to an Inuit village, only to find a massacre.
MY FAMILY IS A FOREST
AWARDED “BEST IN GENRE” IN GLOBE SOUP’S 7 DAY STORY WRITING CHALLENGE #8
The dinner table was always quiet after an execution. This time, everything felt different.