Tag: writing fiction

The Tale Of The Plague ep.5

.Reading time 40 minutes.

Charlie’s perception of time had seemed somehow altered. For one moment, he’d been alone as the situation around him transformed, then the next he’d been standing amid a crowd of other people. His initial reaction had been to get away from them, but upon looking around at them he’d realised they were just like him. Scared, confused, terrified and upon visual inspection, free from the Plague. He’d assumed in that instance that they’d all been like him, that they were to some degree at least, still themselves unlike those that had fallen to the nightmares and given themselves to the pus of humanity. They’d all been gathered in this horrific landscape of pain and agony together by some means that eluded him, and most probably any kind of logic or means familiar to humans all together.

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The Tale Of The Plague ep.4

.Reading time 36 minutes.

April 10th
17 Days After Quarantine

When first light did eventually come, his nerves, his entire sense of awareness had been tattered and torn; ragged like fabric that had been ripped from a tapestry. He’d managed to hold some water down, enough that he’d actually gone to the toilet as well but it had been when he’d looked out from the window and down to the pavement below before it came back up.

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The Tale Of The Plague ep.3

.Reading time 27 minutes.

April 9th
16 Days After Quarantine

He’d been walking the streets outside. They were everywhere; lining the pavements, strewn across the road. But they weren’t even the victims of the Plague, they’d done it to themselves. Through madness, through delirium brought on by the nightmares, something he hadn’t understood at all; but they were all there. Read More

The Tale Of The Plague ep.2

.Reading time 32 minutes.

March 31st
1 Week After Quarantine

Over the last couple of days at work, Charlie had had Sarah in working with him; a girl who had worked there for a couple of months but he’d worked enough shifts with her to know her pretty well at that point. The last few days had been strange times indeed. Sarah hadn’t been herself which hadn’t surprised him. The beach party of her teenage years were only just behind her and it was clear her mind still wasn’t ready to handle such heavy subjects as the human extinction; which it was certainly starting to look like if you watched the news. Read More

The Tale Of The Plague ep.1

.Reading time 33 minutes.

 

April 10th
17 Days After Quarantine

He’d ran on further before realising, after the nightmares, after what his subconscious had been trying to warn him of, that he’d been wrong and he’d made a huge mistake. Within moments, it seemed like Charlie then found himself back in the nightmare. The fetid air rose up from somewhere below deeper down in the subway. The lights had been obscured by the gruesome, fleshy growth he’d come to know so well. The tunnel had grown dark, the floor wet and sludgy, everything around him moving gently with the pulsing of the grotesque meat. Voices, screaming like they had done during the night came through from somewhere deeper in the subway, their sharp noise cutting through the vile air like a knife through cloth. The sight of the hive, its hot, moist surface reflecting the light and creating the image of what it could have been like being trapped inside some dreadful creature. But it was real. The nightmares, the visions, everything weren’t just some vision or dream, but it was real after all, somehow crossing over into reality. Read More

Horror Mini Series Coming Soon

.Reading time 2 minutes.

Okay I knew that with all this Corona shit going around that there was a story in all this somewhere. I talked this person then that person and listened to different things they were saying and it got the cogs of creativity going.

I’m gonna’ write a horror story about a plague

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