Henry Edward Nobler

Aspiring fantasy author working on improving my skills.

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Henry Edward Nobler

Aspiring fantasy author working on improving my skills.

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Specter of Affluence

Henry Edward Nobler

2 min read

You know how some people are just assholes?

Like, take, for instance, that guy in a souped-up Ford Raptor, who tailgates you in the left lane because your Porsche 911 is a cop-magnet and you have to go the speed limit. Or the hostess who gives you a weird look when you walk into a steak restaurant and say, "table for one please," and later you can totally see her whispering things about you to h...

Humour

Horror

And They Fell From The Sky

Henry Edward Nobler

1 min read

The pigeons began to fall at 3:34pm, on a bright and warm Tuesday afternoon.

They fell in number, cascading off sloped roofs, tumbling into streets, hanging in trees by their wings and necks, bright and plumed red and white and gray and black and blue and sometimes gold.

They fell all over—in the Americas and Europe and Asia and Australia and Africa. They fell over all the world, Antarctica too...

Horror

A Leap of Faith

Henry Edward Nobler

2 min read

Pan didn’t much want to look over the precipice–not with the whipping wind at her back and the thousand-or-so foot drop at her front. The ground underfoot was rocky and uneven. Clouds flitted by, close enough to touch, and her mouth went dry. She swallowed, and it didn’t help. The corner of her forehead itched, and she would’ve scratched it were it not for Kaleson’s contraption.

His wingsuit, of...

Fantasy

Thriller

In a Bubble with You

Henry Edward Nobler

2 min read

The bubble was cramped, and not made for two people, Tommy decided.

It might’ve been a fine enough pinch to be stuck in, given better circumstances. The walls of the bubble were soft and squishy, and it smelled like lilac and was generally comfortable, as far as bubbles went.

Of course, that he was pressed against Ashlynn Miraglio, his legs intertwined with hers, his breath in her ear, hers ...

Humour

Seasonal Serial Killer

Henry Edward Nobler

1 min read

It’s the middle of November and I'm trudging through three feet of snow because, much to my dismay, bodies don't just bury themselves.

It's why I'm a seasonal serial killer.

So is my friend--a serial killer, that is to say. Not seasonal. Definitely not seasonal. Because while I'm haunting homesteads and butchering blocks in the idyllic eighty-degree Springfield summer, Jack is an emotional, imp...

Horror

Humour

Memento

Henry Edward Nobler

1 min read

The mother kept her children's teeth in a heart-shaped box, in the drawer of her nightstand, next to the magazines and the band-aids, below a few decks of cards and above the gun her ex-husband didn't want her to have.

She would count the teeth, if she could. It'd be better, she knew, if she ignored the box entirely, tucked it away in the back of her mind like the bottom of a nightstand. She did ...

Horror

Matchmaker, Matchmaker...

Henry Edward Nobler

3 min read

Miss Miriam Donahue was known throughout the school as The Matchmaker. She had been known as The Matchmaker since the seventh grade, when she convinced Luke Constance to go out with Amy Whittaker, despite the fact that Luke hadn’t even known who Miss Whittaker was.

She paired one other couple together in seventh grade. In eighth, her efforts redoubled; she learned that she was actually rather go...

Romance

Humour

Amber

Henry Edward Nobler

1 min read

Her soul was rich and deep, vibrant and true. An amber gold, like honey dripping off the spoon, or amber itself, within which life a million years past may reside.

Her soul was a summer sunset, catching all in its beams, fading, albeit sure to return; hard to look at directly, yet there were none who knew her and did not feel warm.

Her soul was autumn leaves carried away on a breeze, swirling a...

Romance

But I Love the Sea, Oh Waterlogged Corpse

Henry Edward Nobler

2 min read

When the first hand washed ashore, I didn't think much of it. Or, rather, I tried not to think of it at all.

It'd been evening. The sky was gold and red, the sun was tired and waning, and I walked and hummed along the beachfront. Calico Beach was a mess, you know, in the days before the mayor started her war on littering. Instead of white sand and sea breeze, we had trash-riddled heaps. We had bo...

Horror

Mr. Fairy, Sir

Henry Edward Nobler

3 min read

Before Aspen Rae opened her circus trunk for the first time in fifteen years, she had not known what she would find. Although, had she ventured any guesses, she would have been wrong.

The trunk was covered in dust; in fairness, so was most all of the old Ringmaster's attic keepsakes, and the trunk's quality could not be entirely hidden by the lack of care. Made of rich wood--perhaps mahogany--and...

Fantasy

Humour