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…

Energy Reactor. Aak fictionspawn

Dark Energy

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…

Watching the stars. Aak fictionspawn

Out of Orbit

-It’s fucking freezing tonight, I said as we walked down the street. We were both tired, it had been a hard weekend. -It shouldn’t be this cold in October.

I know! It’s too fucking cold to be real. I wasn’t cold this afternoon.

Dan looked up to the sky. -Fuck. 

-What’s wrong? 

-The sky. The stars. They… It sounds crazy, but they are different. They stand different. 

I looked up. He was right. The Ursa Major seemed to be upside down or something…

Swedes (Hatred)

Swedes (Hatred)

This story has been rewritten and republished. It was first published on fictionspawn.com September 29. 2016.

Johnny hated Swedish people. They disgusted him. All the time more of them came to his neighbourhood, always so hip, so modern. It was unbearable.

They gave him bad dreams. Hordes of evil Swedes doing him harm. He woke up, sweating. They were gone, but in the darkness there was something else. Something was feeding on his fear.

One night, in a horrible nightmare, the Swedes were about to murder him…

Stairway into darkness. Hieroglyfs

Uncountable Numbers Pt 2 – The Cellar

Link to part one.

I’m going on a journey, the old man said. Keep studying, I’ll soon be back.

Mirk nodded. His master slowly faded and disappeared.

For years he had been studying hard, though time worked differently here than back home. He had read so many books, calculated so many formulas. He’d learnt how to change little thing around him, make things appear out of nothing, duplicate, shrink and float in the air.

It was the first time he had the house for himself….

Chocolate factory joy. Melted chocolate.

Hot Chocolate

He woke up on a bed in a small room. There were no sheets on the mattress. He was sure there had been yesterday.

Oh, delightful yesterday.

Maybe she’d taken them away to clean them. He looked around the room. His clothes were gone, too. Strange.

The room had two doors. One leading out of the cabin, where he came in. The one on the other side of the room was half open….