Freak in the bushes. Aak fictionspawn

Outcast

He hid in the bushes. They were after him. They always were.

They carried guns, the three men. He knew they hated him. He had been living out in the woods all his life, and all they ever wanted was to kill him.

He had learned. Learned to hide, learned when to run.

Do you think the monster’s around? Ron said…

A monster under a bridge. Aak fictionspawn

Happy

He was a monster. He lived in a hole in the ground. His little hole was humid and dirty, full of fungus and worms, just the way he liked it. He was a monster, lived like a monster, and thought like a monster.

Today he was out walking in the woods. He liked to walk in the woods in the afternoon, when the sun was shining through the treetops, listening to the little birds sing, watching the squirrels play. He liked looking at them. Sometimes he killed one or two, just for fun. He was a monster, after all. He didn’t mean any harm. It just made him happy, that’s all.

He was sneaking up on a little deer when he heard something down on the path. He usually didn’t go down there, but the happy giggling of a little girl caught his attention. She sounded so cute, so sweet. He wanted to share her happiness….

Giant Deep Water Eel. Submarine. Aak fictionspawn

Marine Biology

-Captain! Something is approaching. Something big!

Captain Johnson looked at the radar. It was big. Big as a whale, or even bigger. There were no whales on fifteen thousand feet depth.

Gebbler was watching through the thick glass window.

-Astonishing! This was more than he had expected, more than he’d ever dreamed of.

Two red eyes were approaching in the dark. They were glowing, and were getting bigger and bigger as they came closer in the dark water…

A monster and a lighthouse. Aak fictionspawn

Books in Times of Darkness (with audio)

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…