Lize-Faith Kruger

“The man with the limp” by Lize-Faith Kruger

Submitted to Contest #96

It had been common knowledge for the simple folk not to leave their house past midnight. This western world wasn't one for excitement, the best bet for a little action would be bandits seeking refuge and the sheriff being to old to do his job letting them stay. The darkness spawned the monster and creatures curious for the taste of human flesh. Past midnight, through the witching hours until the break of sunlight. Those ...

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“Mother” by Lize-Faith Kruger

Trigger warning: Gore The burning intensity of his eyes made me feel indescribably uncomfortable. His appearance seemed weak. Might it be from the raining weather outside or might it be from illness. His eyes appeared almost as if someone had driven it back into his skull. Drooping and draping over my face as if it was desperately pleading for release. Yellow edges formed around his lids. His nose was sha...

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“Curiosity and the cat” by Lize-Faith Kruger

Submitted to Contest #95

Amelia gracefully eyed the two doors in front of her. It wasn't by accident that she ended up in this predicament, just a simple series of events that lead to this decision. You see Amelia used to be a resident at the local orphanage at the end of Baker's Street. The same orphanage that mysteriously burned down the night Miss Anna told Amelia she can not visit her litter of friends that brewed out the side of the buildin...

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“What it takes to live here” by Lize-Faith Kruger

Submitted to Contest #85

That's the thing about this city, people come and people go. Where to they go... Well that we don't always know. The brightness of the lights attracts the young like a moth. Dreams of becoming successful starts boiling out of them. But just like the light bulb eventually burns the moth, the city kills the dreams. And that's what happened to young Rico when he came to this city. I remember him so well. Tha...

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“The Child of the plaque ” by Lize-Faith Kruger

Submitted to Contest #80

For the small golden haired Sam his morning started like any other morning. He got up, brushed his teeth, not very well at that , ate his breakfast, kissed his mum and ran off to school. Nothing out of the ordinary. This was Sam's life. He was regular 10 year old boy. Hastily, as he was almost late, he entered baby blue painted classroom. Sam noticed the young teacher with the curly black hair and freckle...

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