Games, Illustrations and Short Stories
Rewritten, read out loud and republished. Originally published on fictionspawn.com February 21. 2017
(Audio track)
The lighthouse shows way for lost sailors. The wind pulls the stone walls, threatening to tear them apart, but these walls have held storms for a hundred years.
This one was harder, though. Much harder. The sea was higher than he’d ever seen. The wind stronger. The thunder rumbled louder…
Turn it further up, Tsjernolnikov said.
Are you sure, sir? Raskovksi sounded a bit sceptical. -Don’t you think it could be dangerous?
We’ve been running this plant for decades. Mankind have been using time-space energy for a century. There’s never been an accident. There’s not even any pollution, no waste at all. I’m telling you, all this security is a waste of time, and time is money, literally. The so called dark energy is as secure as it gets, I’m sure of it. There is no catch…
Look! Paladin said to his mother. A book with Grandpa’s handwriting!
Oh, my! Who would have known grandpa was a writer. And the name, “Tales of the Horror”. Haha! Your dark and sinister Grandpa…
They both laughed. Grandpa had been the funniest man alive, always cheerful and friendly. The only moment Paladin had seen him sad was the weeks after Grandma left him.
He sat down by the desk and started reading while his mother kept organising the old things in the attic. They would have to make a lot of trips out here the coming weeks, a lot of things had been piling up through a long life.
The first story was about…
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