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“Weak, I’m so weak. Everything is going dark…” He cried out, his voice lost among the cacophony of the crowd that gathered to watch his final moments. He heard his mother crying; someone was reaching for him, and then… Nothing. The darkness had him; he was lost again. He floated for a time, in the darkness, in the nothing. Between. The cries pulled him from the void; it was always the crying tha...
The wind howled through the trees as Sarah made her way through the forest. In the darkness, she had no idea where she was or even where she was going. She was lost, disorientated, and terrified. She needed to return to her car or the main road. She needed to find the trail. She needed out, but it was impossible in the near-total darkness of the forest. She’d been lost for what seemed like hours, and the...
Listen, I thought to myself. Just listen. I stood near the dumpster, silently staring out into the woods behind the motel. I wasn’t sure if she was out there or not, but I knew she was nearby, somewhere. So I listened. I could hear the fall wind blowing through the trees, but little else. At 3am, the world was silent other than the breeze, and the sound of the traffic on the highway nearby. I looked at my phone.<...
He wasn’t sure why he woke up at first. The slow, rhythmic thud of his heartbeat in his brain blinded him to the sound of knocking on the door for several long moments. Then, finally, he blinked the sleep from his eyes and sat up, taking in the dark room around him. For months now, he’d been sleeping in the back room of the large house. More than that, he’d been living his entire, miserable life between that smal...
The car burning on the side of the road as he passed around the turn reminded him of something he couldn’t quite remember. The dark green paint shimmered a molten black in the darkness of the wooded state road. He wondered if maybe he should call someone. Perhaps he should stop and take a look? Maybe someone needed help. But no. He pushed the thought away. The accident was too severe, and there would b...
The air was cool in the morning when he stepped out onto his porch to head to work. This was to be expected in early October, and he was thankful for it. The summer had been a hot one, and he’d been ready for the opportunity to break out his jacket and long sleeve shirts by the end of August. But, unfortunately, the summer heat had held firm throughout most of September. Now though, the heat had finally broken, a...
The house seemed to groan in protest as Freddie began his work in the kitchen. He smiled, taking the complaint in stride. What was it they said; everyone is a critic? He didn’t really understand why people said that; most people were not critics. Though, he knew, many people were prone to criticism. But now, in the age of cellphones, Yelp, and Google Maps, maybe most people did think of themselves as actual criti...
jacenpatchwork.com divineselfchurch.com Writer, poet, author. Fiction, supernatural horror, suspense, philosophy, religion, theology.
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