Illustrated Short Stories
He floated through fire and ice, through pleasure and pain. There were gods. Monsters. Nothing like what he had expected.
He saw something, far ahead in the cosmic mist. Something caught his attention.
He floated closer, wanted to see. Wanted to feel. Light became beauty. Numbness became lust. He saw her now. The image of what he had longed for all his life, now in front of him in death. He wanted her. Needed her.
Closer.
Closer.
She towered above him. Close. Too close… (more)
The cave was tall and dark, and he was waiting for some sign of life. There was nothing. After a while he said a loud “hello”.
There was no answer. Hello, he said again. Do have any food to spare?
“We don’t give at the doorsssssss” He heard from the darkness.
“The liquid is more toxic than ever. There’s hardly life left. No life , no food. I’m starving!”
“Go away….”
Thung too a deep breath. “Come out, or I’m coming in.”
“Hissssssss…”
He wasn’t sure if it was a hiss of fear or laughter. His whip hand rolled out, and he took a step forward. Another. A third. He entered the cave.
“Hisssssss….” He heard it closer… (more)
They danced in a clearing in the woods, danced in silence. Seven naked bodies, seven naked souls. Now the oldest…
-Shut up, man! This is all your fault! If you hadn’t been talking all the fucking time, we would have been back in town with the rest of the group now with beautiful photos of the waterfall.
-So now it’s my fault? You’re the one who… Wait… What’s that?
The two travellers stared in awe. This was far better than any waterfall.
-A monument of a lost civilization. I can’t believe this!
They had been lost in the jungles for days, getting deeper and deeper in the more they tried to get out.
-I think we’ve discovered something totally new man!
The carvings looked like they had been formed by nature itself, but they were too figurative to be a coincidence. Two eyes were staring down on them from above a mouth formed cave entrance.
-What could be in there? I don’t know, but I don’t really like the look on that face…
-You’re such a coward. Come on, let’s go have a look!
-Wait! Don’t….
“Good afternoon, I’m James Muck, and this is Channel Eight News. Strange reports are coming in from down town today. Our reporter is down there, circling the skies in a helicopter. What’s happening, Michael?”
“There seems to be some kind of infestation down here, James. Some kind of…. blubs lying on top of the buildings!”
“We’re seeing them, Michael. Quite a sight. What are they?”
“I have no idea, but they do not seem like anything of this world… Oh my god…”
“What’s happening down there, Michael?”
“They’re eating the buildings…
Since Christmas is a time for traditions (and I’m on holidays), I’m republishing this story about Santa’s early origins first published the first Christmas here on Fictionspawn Monsters. Happy Yule, everyone!
The celebration of the turn of the darkness had already started. The children were waiting for Odin to come with gifts, as they all thought they had been nice this year, but Freidis knew Solvar had not. No one else knew, she hadn’t told anyone.
Solvar looked at her with a nasty grin. He knew as well. He knew. And he would do it again, she was sure of it. She hated him, but most of all she was scared. He would not get any gifts this year, she thought…
