Streets of London

Jack walked through the streets, restlessly, only accompanied by the darkness of the night, the lights from the lampposts. He knew it was dangerous, but he hadn’t slept for days. Lying awake in the darkness was driving him mad.

He heard something. Steps around the corner. Strange, at this time of the night. Heavy, slow footsteps coming towards him. Too heavy. Too slow.

He stopped, so did the footsteps.

“Maybe I’ll go back…” He didn’t finish the thought. A giant head leant out from behind the wall. A horrible face, twisted, broken. In pain. A monster, tall as a building. Its skin was pale, dead…

A man is riding through a nightmare Aak fictionspawn

Fear

Fear was twisting his soul, tearing his mind. The fear of death, though it was not his.

Lying in his bed watching the ceiling he waited for the inevitable. Madness. Chaos would finally become what it had always urged to be… (more)

Creature hanging on a rock Aak fictionspawn

Caught on Camera

All he had was a photography. A creature, hanging on a rock wall in the forest.

Dave had been obsessed ever since he saw it the first time. He had searched for its origin, for the place it had been taken.

His research led him up in the north, into the forests by the coast. He followed the signs he had been able to encounter, the little hints he could find. There seemed to be a pattern, as if they had been laid out for him to find them… (more)

Balance

-I’m here to restore balance, he said, staring through them as if they were not there.

The plants laughed. The laughter spread through the forest, along the roots and through the air.

-We’ve already tried, little one, but please come right in. Give it your best shot.

The giggles lingered as he walked through the dense bushes, thorns and branches cutting his skin, ripping his clothes. He pushed through high grass and ferns, crossed puddles and swamps.

Deep inside he came to the heart of the forest, the place where the roots met, where decisions were made.

He lay down, spread his cloak out… (more)

Exposed

-Got you!

He held the little gnome up in front of his face. Finally. after years of pranks and disasters, he had him.

-Let me go!

-Let you go? George laughed. -Never! You little bugger…

He put the little man in a jar, trying to find out what to do with him.

It had all started with a broken alarm clock.

He had bought a new one. It broke as well.

Soon he’d lost his job.

Then the panties in the bedroom. Girlfriend gone, and that was just the beginning.

Now the little bastard was caught… (more)

Withered Flowers

The twilight was once again starting to light up the sky. He had been waiting all night.

“Please? he said once again, pleading begging. “Please open?”

No answer.

He couldn’t understand. The disappointment tore his soul, broke his heart. His smile was still pasted to his face, hoping till the very end. Inside he was crying.

He’d seen her in the forest, seen her walking between the trees. Her beauty made his heart beat faster, his hands shake. He wanted her, He needed her…