As the drink drains into my stomach, burning its way through my throat, all I can think is, “How the hell could this be happening?” I look down and see the glass is empty again, so I fill it with the cheap bourbon sitting on the end table next to…
Though he had been walking along the highway for most of the night, John’s feet were not tired. In fact, he felt very little of anything. He really could not remember when he started to walk, but he thought it must have been quite some time ago, he did not…
The rage built up in Sarah once more, drowning out all but the man before her. The small, darkly lit cafe, the people having their little talks with each other, the baby hollering for more food, all of these things disappeared, vaporized in an instant when she saw him walk…
I buried my wife yesterday. No, no. There is no sympathy required. I don’t need the unfeeling platitudes that always come with news like that. No need to waste your precious energy on such supplications. You see, I hated my wife. Her being gone is a blessing, not a curse,…
I do not know how long I have been standing here, or what brought me to this place, but I am grateful for it, nonetheless. I am grateful, because I can see him, as he eats his dinner alone in the small cafe. Even this far across the street, with…
“Melanie, don’t go too far,” I said as I watched my young daughter run down the street. My stomach always dropped a little when I saw her legs moving, in those first few moments of freedom I could allow her to have. She was four years old, and all I…
The trouble with giving people the freedom of choice is, sometimes, they make the wrong one. It was just another election in yet another year that most people paid no attention to. The day to day grind of work, play, and sleep can really wear down the senses and lull…
One old man, the apocalypse, and a whiskey bottle. What happens when a mysterious buzz from beyond invades? This horror audio drama is presented in Creepypasta / NoSleep style, with professional sound design and storytelling. I am a huge fan of short stories, and creating worlds that can intrigue, fascinate…
“Night is coming. Get inside your shelters, and good luck.” I flipped the switch off, the crackle of power and the descending hum that always accompanied the winding down of the radio broadcast board in front of me comforting in a strange sort of way. I hit the button on…
