Games, Illustrations and Short Stories
Mirk is going to a school far outside of town to study his mathematics studies. He walks all day, and does not arrive until night fall. He realises things are not what they seem.
Another version of this story is published in written form earlier on Fictionspawn Monsters, called Uncountable Numbers. You can listen to the story here, or read the new rewritten version on Steemit.com@fictionspawn
The probe was coming back from Proxima Centauri today, the first ever return trip to another solar system. George and Mattheus are jumping up and down in childish joy. They are the lucky scientists to open the sample sample of exoplanet dirt. What they find is highly unexpected.
You can listen to the story below, or read the rewritten version over at my Steemit-account. The original story you can find here: Return from Proxima B
A stone-age tribe is threatened on all sides. An enemy tribe chased them from their land, and a killer beast is lurking in the forest.
This story was originally posted in two parts, Saber Tooth Beast and Saber Toothe Beasts. It has been re-edited (a lot) before the recording, and the full edited version is published in written form on my steemit-account, with audio and a couple of sketches.
In a not so distant future Peter is having a conflict with his intelligent cell phone.
You can read the original version here, check out the freshly edited one on Steemit or listen to the video.
-Oh my God… The two experienced police technicians had never seen anything like this. There were bloodstains everywhere. On the walls, on the furniture, even in the ceiling. The floor was a crimson red pool. The victim was spread around in little pieces. Some psycho sure had had an amazing time.
They walked around, trying not to step in the blood, but it was impossible.
-Hey! I’ve got a fingerprint!
-That was fast, Pete said. They hadn’t even gotten their equipment out of the suitcase.
-Right there, written in blood.
It was. A big, red stain could be seen on the table.
-This guy must be a giant. He looked down at the hand lying on the floor. -The victim seems to have been normal enough… (More)
She stood there in the widow staring down at him. He tried not to look up there, but he couldn’t. He walked by as fast as he could as he always did. Her narrow eyes glared at him. He could feel her stare in his chin as he passed, holding back not to run. By the end of the road he sent her a hateful glare
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