Tag: Urban Legend

  • Day 63 – Fangs For The Memories – Short Story

    Day 63 – Fangs For The Memories – Short Story

    We’re not sure who started the rumour about Mister Jarvis being a vampire, I know it wasn’t me or Fielding, it could have been Bailey, but none of that is really important anymore as we all pretty much have to live with what happened regardless of the role we played in it all.

    Yokel Sepalovic arrived at our school ready to learn the English way, he had grown up in Germany and learnt all his English from YouTube and TV. He was surprisingly quite easy to understand and you could even manage a conversation with him, without asking him ever to repeat himself, but none of that really matters, it’s what happened when he heard about Mister Jarvis that is…

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    TWISTED ROADS – AN ANTHOLOGY OF TWISTED TALES – VOLUME 1

    The world is but a twisted globe, spinning round and round, allowing light to breathe life onto its weary bones. But, where there’s light, there’s always darkness, and hiding in the shadows are things our imagination cannot even begin to understand. So buckle up and venture forward on a journey through thirty-one short stories, stories bathed in blood, stories dipped in darkness, stories that will take you through the veil of sanity and onto the twisted roads of madness.

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  • Day 48 – Jeremiah – YouChallenge Short Story

    Day 48 – Jeremiah – YouChallenge Short Story

    They gather around the nastily dug hole in the ground with bowed heads and closed eyes, as today, this family buries it patriarch, a man who they all thought would live forever, but now they stand in awe of the truth, that nothing lives forever.

    Jeremiah Talbot was a man of few words, but many actions and a temper that ran through his veins and out his fists. For as long as he has lived in these parts only strangers had attempted to pass through what Jeremiah saw as his territory, for the rest of the neighbouring area stayed well away from Jeremiah and his kin as almost every soul that traveled within his lands never reached the other side, and those who did, would soon succumb to a violent death before being able to report any wrong doings by Jeremiah and his demented flock of children…

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    TWISTED ROADS – AN ANTHOLOGY OF TWISTED TALES – VOLUME 1

    The world is but a twisted globe, spinning round and round, allowing light to breathe life onto its weary bones. But, where there’s light, there’s always darkness, and hiding in the shadows are things our imagination cannot even begin to understand. So buckle up and venture forward on a journey through thirty-one short stories, stories bathed in blood, stories dipped in darkness, stories that will take you through the veil of sanity and onto the twisted roads of madness.

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  • Day 43 – Skillet – Short Story

    Day 43 – Skillet – Short Story

    He leaps from his bed, still half asleep, as the banging that is coming from beyond the bed room, from somewhere else within the house, has pulled him from his world of dreams. He stumbles out into the small hallway that connects all the rooms in the house, and his eyes grow wide with panic as he sees a light coming from beneath the kitchen door, he looks around the hallway for some sort of weapon, anything, but there’s nothing in sight. He looks over his shoulder, back towards the bedroom, before he can even contemplate going back the kitchen door opens and he freezes in fright. For five or more minutes he stands there, petrified, waiting for whoever is in the kitchen to come walking out into the hallway, but no one does. Finally he builds up the courage to take a step forward and makes his way, nervously towards the kitchen. He hears someone opening draws and moving their contents around and then closing them again, he panics as he knows someone is in there for sure now, someone is defiantly in his home. After ten or more minutes of slowly making the his way down the three meter hallway he reaches the doorway to the kitchen and slowly peers his head around the corner and his mouth drops open, searching through his kitchen cupboards and drawers is, himself…

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    TWISTED ROADS – AN ANTHOLOGY OF TWISTED TALES – VOLUME 1

    The world is but a twisted globe, spinning round and round, allowing light to breathe life onto its weary bones. But, where there’s light, there’s always darkness, and hiding in the shadows are things our imagination cannot even begin to understand. So buckle up and venture forward on a journey through thirty-one short stories, stories bathed in blood, stories dipped in darkness, stories that will take you through the veil of sanity and onto the twisted roads of madness.

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  • Day 34 – Hour Glass – YouChallenge Short Story

    Day 34 – Hour Glass – YouChallenge Short Story

    She moves through the little shop slowly, taking her time to look over each of the items with old, experienced eyes, until finally she comes across one that grabs her attention. She picks up the small musical box and gives it the once over before she opens it, the box begins to play a soft little song and she places a hand on her chest and smiles.

    “You, you are coming home with me today,” she says softly as she closes the lid and makes her way to the counter. The young man smiles as she places the musical box down and pulls out her purse.

    “It’s a fine choice,” he says.

    “It is,” she replies as she pulls out a hundred dollar note. “I’m sorry, this is the smallest I have…

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    TWISTED ROADS – AN ANTHOLOGY OF TWISTED TALES – VOLUME 1

    The world is but a twisted globe, spinning round and round, allowing light to breathe life onto its weary bones. But, where there’s light, there’s always darkness, and hiding in the shadows are things our imagination cannot even begin to understand. So buckle up and venture forward on a journey through thirty-one short stories, stories bathed in blood, stories dipped in darkness, stories that will take you through the veil of sanity and onto the twisted roads of madness.

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  • Day 33 – Full Deck – Short Story

    Day 33 – Full Deck – Short Story

    The wind blows through the deserted streets fiercely, pushing, shaking, and tearing at anything that gets in its way, Joel peers out of the window and wonders how everything has managed to fall to pieces in the last twenty-four hours, wondering if anything will be left once the storm dies down. He turns back from the window, looking over the small group, until he locks eyes with her, for as long as he can remember there has been two things he could be sure of in life, the first was one day he was going to die and the second was his love for his wife, tonight though only one stands true, and sadly in all likely hood it will be the cold embrace of deaths arms he will find his comfort in. Nancy looks away and continues her conversation with Pete Welker, the owner of the bar, and Joel’s best friend, to be honest Joel wouldn’t say Pete was his best friend, he’d say he was his oldest, but not his best, not after what has transpired tonight anyway. Joel has known Pete since forever, their mothers went to the same birthing class and quickly became close friends and as fate would have it, they ended up going into labour the same day, its more than likely why something has always been between them, a connection, something unspoken, something Joel felt in the bottom of his very being and, he hated it…

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    TWISTED ROADS – AN ANTHOLOGY OF TWISTED TALES – VOLUME 1

    The world is but a twisted globe, spinning round and round, allowing light to breathe life onto its weary bones. But, where there’s light, there’s always darkness, and hiding in the shadows are things our imagination cannot even begin to understand. So buckle up and venture forward on a journey through thirty-one short stories, stories bathed in blood, stories dipped in darkness, stories that will take you through the veil of sanity and onto the twisted roads of madness.

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  • Day 13 – Short Cut – YouChallenge Short Story

    Day 13 – Short Cut – YouChallenge Short Story

    He pushes the bikes throttle to the maximum as he tears down the street, his heart thumping in his chest viciously as he rides more on instinct than awareness. The numbers displayed on the inside of his helmet continue to count down and he tries to push the bike harder, faster, but he knows he is too far behind the clock now, and he only has one option, he has to go left, through the Unclassed Zone. He slams the bike around the next corner and keeps the throttle down as he powers through the gates with a crash, the front wheel wobbles violently as he tries to regain control and that’s when he spots them, limbering towards him, and he closes his eyes tightly as he slams into them, they are thrown left and right as the bike goes crashing to the ground, and the rider rolls with the crash and quickly scrambles to his feet as more of them come from out of the darkness. He pulls out a metal rod and charges towards his still purring bike as one of the three he ran into lunges for him, he smashes it across the face with the rod, knocking it to the ground, and pulls his bike back up onto it’s two wheels…

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    TWISTED ROADS – AN ANTHOLOGY OF TWISTED TALES – VOLUME 1

    The world is but a twisted globe, spinning round and round, allowing light to breathe life onto its weary bones. But, where there’s light, there’s always darkness, and hiding in the shadows are things our imagination cannot even begin to understand. So buckle up and venture forward on a journey through thirty-one short stories, stories bathed in blood, stories dipped in darkness, stories that will take you through the veil of sanity and onto the twisted roads of madness.

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  • Day 01 – One Love – Short Story

    Day 01 – One Love – Short Story

    He swings the shovel violently towards the two men, and blood and dirt flicks off the blade and splashes into the wet ground with the rain.

    “I told you to go, I won’t tell you again!” He yells.

    “Samuel, son, for fuck sake, she gone, it’s not her anymore. You have to let us do what must be done, you’re endangering everyone with your stupidity!” his father yells back as he avoids the shovels blade as Samuel swings it violently towards him again.

    “You’re wrong, you’re all wrong, she’s still in there, I can see it, just leave us alone!”

    “We can’t do it, this is for the best little brother, and I hope someday you will see that!” His brother yells as he charges at him and they both go crashing into the ground. Seeing the opportunity his father makes a mad dash for the door as the two struggle in the mud, two shots ring out in the house and then silence and they both freeze. Samuel pushes himself free and scrambles to his feet and charges frantically towards the door, when a scream erupts from inside that forces him to come to a stop, not her scream, but his fathers. He stands in the door way as his brother rushes to his side and a sea of red gushes from within and covers the two brothers.

    For a few moments they both stand there in silence, frozen in fear and then Samuel’s brother lets out a cry of anger and runs into the house, Samuel stands there as he hears his brother’s cries get louder, changing from anger to pain in mere seconds, and then only the sound of the rain remains until it starts, the chewing, the tearing, the ripping. He looks up into the bleak night sky and lets the rain envelope him in its vacuum of violence, hiding the tears that runs down his face, and he collapses to his knees. He looks towards the doorway, into the darkness of the house and he hears it again, and he gets to his feet and reaches into the door way and pulls a control pole from around the corner as he slowly makes his way into the room.

    “It’s ok honey, time to go back to bed, you’re still not looking the best,” he says to her, her face covered in blood, her once soft blue eyes now a cloud of grey, with only a hint of colour. She growls at him and rushes forward, but he manages to manoeuvre the noose of the control pole over her head and quickly tightens it down, pushing her back against the wall.

    “Now come on honey, you know I need to clean this mess up, we don’t want any of these two coming back to cause us problems like the last ones did.” She grunts furiously at him, and he forces her towards a stairway that leads up to the next leave of the house. She fights him the whole way, hissing, spitting and growling at him, but he keeps his eye contact with her all the while and only smiles.

    “I know honey, its OK, I know. It’s time, I just need to get it all ready,” he says calmly as he forces her down a dimly lit hallway, towards a room at its end. “You just get some sleep, and when you wake I’ll have it all ready, I promise.”

    She stops fighting him and stands there, staring at him, her head tilts to its side as if for a second she understands his words and then lunges forward again aggressively. He shoves her into the room where an open cage sits in its center. They struggle back and forth for a few moments as both of them try to gain the upper hand, but his determination wins out as he give her one last almighty push and she goes tumbling backwards. Quickly he releases the noose from around her neck as she crashes into the cage, and he slams the door shut behind her. Instantly she lunges forward, trying to grab at him, banging ferociously on the cage as he locks the padlocks in place. Once all of them are locked he throws a blanket over the cage and collapses against the opposing wall, wiping the blood, sweat and dirt from his face, and that’s when he hears a murmur from down stairs followed moments later by movement. He forces himself to his feet, and tightly grips the handle of the control pole as he rushes downstairs, before him stands his father, blood dripping from his torn face, his jaw hanging from his skull, held in place by fatty tissue and flesh, he gargles and lets out a low growl. Samuel drives the control pole down upon his head viciously and knocks him to the floor, leaping over the reanimated corpse of his father he makes a mad dash for the shovel that leans up against the door way, he spins around as his father tries to get to his feet and drives the shovel down into his skull several times until it’s nothing but a mushy pile of bones and blood. He feels something brush against his leg as his brother violently begins to spasm on the floor, Samuel does not allow a moment to think of what he is about to do, for what he has already done, and drives the shovel down upon his brothers skull as well, he rests again, tears streaming down his face.

     

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    The candles burn brightly in the room as he places the cassette tape into the player and presses play, the upbeat, soft rock song begins to play and muffles the sound of the rain striking against the roof violently. He places a hand on the blanket and quickly pulls it off. She lets out a volatile hiss as she shakes the cage violently, and he just sits in front of it and smiles at her.

    “Remember this song?” he says as he removes one of the padlocks from the cage door. “God it seems like it was a life time ago, all the crazy stuff that happened when we first met. I mean seriously, it was rough from what I remember, your Dad hated me, your Mum tried to hit on me, and so did your brother,” he says with a laugh as he removes another of the pad locks. “They’re never going to let us be alone, they’re never going to back off, and I’m tired honey, I can’t keep this fight up anymore. I’ve killed so many people, people I loved, you love, and I’ve done it all for you,” he says as a tear runs down his face as he removes the final pad lock and the door swings open. “Let’s live this life together, like we planned,” he says as he holds out his arm towards her, turning his head away in preparation. Softly and slowly she takes hold of his hand and he turns to face her, they sit there for a few moments, looking into each others eyes as their song plays its final few chords.

     

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