Month: May 2018

Crows screaming danger. Aak fictionspawn

Scavengers

This story is connected to yesterday’s post Empty Funeral. They can be read individually and in any order.

He opened the hatch and threw the garbage bag into the container. He looked up on the old house on the end of the road. It was dark. No light in the window on the second floor. Not anymore. The crows were sitting in the tree as always. He felt they were staring at him.

They saw me go up there.

Walking up towards his house, he looked over his shoulder. He had left the front gate open. He was sure he had closed it.

He turned and walked back down. He couldn’t leave it open, there were so much strange things going on these days. Horrible people. People like him… (more)

Crows watching a funeral. Aak fictionspawn

Empty Funeral

No one showed up at the funeral. The church was empty, only the priest and the coffin. The grave digger was standing by the door. The silence was striking, every move the priest made echoed through the big hall.

They pulled the coffin out on a trolley. The graveyard was empty as well. Every once in a while a car drove by on the road on the other side of the field. Crows were gathering in the skies as they walked down towards the far side, down by the fence… (more)

A temple with statues. Aak fictionspawn

Dome of Doom

They came out in a big hall. The walls went far up into a cupola, meeting in the centre of the roof where a circular hole let the sunlight enter. A temple lost for tens of thousands of years.

-Amazing, Marduk exclaimed. -I’ve never seen anything like this..

-Extraordinary! John took a step out into the hall.

There were enormous stone statues by the walls. Marduk turned off his flashlight. The sunlight gave enough light to see, and he wanted to see it the way the people who once built it had seen it. The last remains of the first American settlement, arriving from the sea thousands of years before other humans came migrating down from the north. An African civilisation lost to history, just until now… (more)

Deadline Monster. Aak fictionspawn

Deadline

The last word was down. The article was written. He looked at the clock. He had time. The editing shouldn’t take too long.

He went into the kitchen and got himself a cup of coffee. The coffee maker fell over.

-Damn! He got a cloth and wiped it up. He could feel something breath him in the neck. He turned around. There was nothing there.

He put another coffee on, and waited. He felt it again. The breathing. He looked at the clock. The deadline was getting closer.

You won’t make it…

He turned around again…