The Twisted Roads To My Madness
Superstition validates the words, fear encouraged the belief, thirteen is the number of the witch, darkness is the devil, red seas of blood is its thrall, saturation of the senses, manipulation of the soul, death, rebirth, destruction, everything you are, everything you’ve been, is all leading up, to the final phase, the final defiance, humanity’s final […]
If you want to know how this story started, you can read about it HERE. “ENOUGH!” She yells, holding her hands out commandingly, the room falls silent, except for one man, who continues to laugh loudly, as the girl in his arms tries to wriggle free. “Come on honey, I’ve got what you need, […]
For Matthew’s next false 50 word story, he went to issue 83 of Fear In Fear Magazine, and chose his words from a story called My Word Is Law, below you can read the short that was posted. “Oh my god, y-y-you cut it off, you fucking cut it off!” He yells out in agony […]
Don’t judge me, don’t criticize my choices, what I do, I do because I have to, not because I want to. Right now, at this moment I should be aboard my flight, heading towards my past, heading to Sydney, but instead I’m still here, trying to deal with everything that happened last night, or this […]
Days, not weeks, can you taste my darkness? Can you feel my touch? Does it burn? Does it itch? Soon you will know how it feels, when I swallow your sin, and you join me in the darkness, when you become my messenger of death, do you feel my touch? Does it excite you? For […]
Downwards, deeper, fourteen, what does it mean? more than a number, more than a threat, fourteen days remain, fourteen days until it comes, but what comes? what threatens everything? what threatens all? a darkness, a beast, the first, the expelled, the failed son, soon you will see, soon it will be, so say your prayers, […]
If you want to know how this story started, you can read about it HERE. “This isn’t a sandwich, this is two pieces of bread with heaven shoved between them! How did you, a never has been, come up with a filing so mouthwatering?” She asks as she takes another enormous bite. He smiles […]
For Matthew’s next false 50 word story, he went to issue 198 of Fear In Fear Magazine, and chose his words from a story called The Secret Ingredient, below you can read the short that was posted. “This isn’t a sandwich, this is two pieces of bread with heaven shoved between them! How did […]
Tomorrow morning I fly across the strait, across a quarter of this great land, and face my past, face my mistakes, my greatest mistakes, head on. To say that I’m not worried would be lying, I’m petrified, stressed, and on top of that, this house is giving me bad vibes. Last night, when I finally […]
Darkness invades you, as I thrust myself inside, planting my seed like a fertile woman takes man’s spawn, the warmth of it, fills your very being, then I tear, I rip, I take, and I do not stop, my darkness is your only friend, my darkness owns you, becomes you, and then, you call forth the next […]
We see things in pieces, moments saved into memories, some locked away, never to be called on, others drawn upon daily, we take comfort in the feelings they make us feel, which is why we forget the others, but, some things are never truly gone, haunting us, threatening us at our weakest, rise up, own […]
If you want to know how this story started, you can read about it HERE. “Do you think they’ll understand everything that happened tonight?” She asks, looking up from her glass. “I don’t fucking understand, and I was there, so no, I don’t,” he says as he empties the contents of his glass into […]
For the next 50 word story Matthew chose to take his piece from was a story called We Learn To Lie, which originally appeared in issue 298 of Fear In Fear Magazine, below you can read the short that was posted. “Do you think they’ll understand everything that happened tonight?” She asks, looking up from her glass. […]
Time and time again, I find myself asking the question, why? Valid? Of course it is, we ask ourselves why all the time, about every move we make, about every decision, citing it to ourselves at a later date, why the choice had to be made, why we, did what we did. When Fear In […]
Breaking, undoing, remaking, my splintered self, my shadow, my form, building, recreating all I was, all I am, feasting, gorging, upon you all, one by one, growing stronger, crossing over, breaking the wall down, with your sin.
Sixteen days, counting down, what lies at the end? What becomes of us all when zero is reached? Should you fear it? Should you cower? Should you run? Time is running out, time, life, everything, all you are, sixteen days, count them with me.
If you want to know how this story started, you can read about it HERE. “Shhh,” she says looking up from her desk, several sets of eyes meet hers then, spiral quickly down to the paper in front of them, all but Maxwell Kemp, he holds her gaze. “Mister Kemp, eyes down!” She commands, […]
For Matthew’s next false 50 word story, he went to issue 377 of Fear In Fear Magazine, and chose his words from a story called Teacher’s Pet, below you can read the short that was posted. “I really need you to open your fucking ears and take in what I’m about to say. Do […]
I’m nervously anticipating the weekend, it’s been almost 8 years since Clare left with the girls, 8 years of being lost in my own self pity, my own nightmare. I haven’t called, I can’t, if I lose my nerve before I’m even there I’ll never go, so I have to go in blind, and hope it all works […]
I am no nightmare, I am no dream, from these, you can escape, from these, you can wake, but from me, you can not wake, from me, you can not escape, for once you believe, you are MINE.
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The Twisted Roads To My Madness 