Cowboy and zombies. Aak fictionspawn

Deadville

He saw something move. A shadow was coming out from one of the backstreets. A man. He came walking towards him. Others appeared from the darkness as well.

Howdy! Clifton said. How come there’s so few people around?

No answer. They walked up the street towards him. They moved in a strange way, slowly, clumsily. One was limping, another seemed to be missing an arm. His horse neighed.

The marshal loosened the cap on his gun holster.

I said howdy!

One of the figures moaned. They were coming uncomfortably close.

Clifton pulled his gun in a fast movement.

Stop! He said. Don’t come any closer, or I’ll shoot!

He could see their faces now. Their eyes. They looked… dead. Empty.

He fired a shot. In the air, to see if he could scare them off.

They kept walking…

Mushroom circle Demon Aak fictionspawn

The Little Devil

(I’ve been recycling some illustrations lately. This time I’ve done it the other way around: A new illustration to an old story. The story has been edited and you can see the original version here.)

There was a circle of mushrooms underneath some trees in the forest. Smoke could be seen between them, from the ground. It grew. Flames emerged as a hole opened.

A hand came up between the flames, grabbing the edge. Another. Two horns, an evil face. A foot.

The little demon pulled himself out of the hole, got on his feet. Stretched his back, and looked up on the starless sky. The night was coming to an end. Soon ridiculously disgusting human beings would start doing their insignificant things, thinking they mattered.

He wanted to do something different today. ..

Monsters under the bed Aak fictionspawn

Sleep

Hey kid! What’s up?

Jeremy opened his eyes. Someone was talking to him from under the bed.

Who’s there?

Uh.. We… I mean, I’m… A friend! That’s it, a friend.

Several voices giggled. Friend.. Hihihi! Good one, good one, goo…

Shut up! You’re ruining it!

Johnny sat up.

Come down here, man! It’s fun! Don’t be afraid, we’ll have a great time, just me and you!..

Barbarian fighting monsters. Aak fictionspawn

Gardahr the Grave Raider

He took a step down the slippery stairway. The scarce light from the tomb entrance made his trained eyes capable of seeing the steps going down into the darkness. Nothing more. A vast blackness in front was all there was.

Somewhere down there was the tomb of Ack Asamrk, the leader of the once so powerful Ingran Kuthu empire. Where there was power, there was wealth.

At the end of the stairway Gardahr saw the shining wet dirt floor. He took anther step. The floor moved. He pulled his sword. A hiss from behind.

A head came shooting towards him…

Eye in the Sky Aak fictionspawn

Eye in the Sky

Randy pulled the stolen bottle out of his pocket, took a good sip of the brown liquid and made a frown.

Bobby grabbed the bottle. -Good job, Randy! Let’s go!

They drove into town, and down the main street, which was in fact the only street in their town. Harry the police officer was watching them from a parking lot. The three boys stared back at him.

-Man, how I hate him, Randy said.

-Yeah, man. Bill said from the back seat. -The other day he was asking me all kinds of questions. He wouldn’t let me go. And I hadn’t done shit all day!

When they came to the end of the street, they turned around. Then they drove back.

-Do ever get, like tired of this? Randy said after a while.

-Tired of what?

-Driving up and down the street?

-I dunno…? What else could we do?

Silence.

-Give me the bottle, asshole!

Billy took another sip.

The car stopped. Billy fell forward, spilling whiskey all over his shirt. -What the fuck, man…

The two other said nothing, just stared up in the sky.

An eye was staring down at them…

Restricted area. Aak fictionspawn

Restricted Area

Peter crept under the fence, dragging his crutches behind him. Mick was already on his feet, looking down towards the facility further down the hill.

-What do you think is down there? he said.

-I don’t know. I hope we won’t have to run this time, though. I’m not so fast these days.

Peter had broken his leg when he jumped off a container to get out of the old paper factory a month ago. They used to do this, jumping over fences in restricted areas. It had become an obsession.

They walked slowly towards the buildings further down. They could see people moving around, some dressed as scientists, others in guard uniforms. The timing was horrible, with crutches and all, but Mick was always very convincing.

They reached some rows of tube piles giving them shelter, taking them down towards the buildings.

A man came out between the tube rows. (more)