Eve Eris Amann
Aspiring fantasy and horror writer. Here to try to keep the writer’s block away.
Eve Eris Amann
Aspiring fantasy and horror writer. Here to try to keep the writer’s block away.
Aspiring fantasy and horror writer. Here to try to keep the writer’s block away.
Aspiring fantasy and horror writer. Here to try to keep the writer’s block away.
Statement 3E
Emma sipped at the cup of coffee she nursed in one hand while she flipped through a thick dusty file in the other. The small interview room which had become her make-shift office was a mess with similarly thick folders stacked high all around her, adding a musty smell to the once sterile atmosphere. She set her mug down and leaned forward over the folder, furrowing her brows. “Hm...
There is a man-made lake on campus. It’s a small thing. You can see clear across it even on the foggiest of days. On the warmer days, you can find a fountain fixed in the middle of it, the stock fish swimming up to it eagerly, only darting away when the geese take to the water to torment them. You can see all manner of activity on the tiny lake at the heart of the university—people skipping ro...
Statement 2E
“Yep, right there. Be gentle now, some of these have to be at least 100 years old.”
“Be gentle? Some of these are heavy as sin.” Deven scoffed. Deven carefully entered the room carrying a stack of dusty file boxes, each labled by year. Emma did her best to guide him, though he was having trouble seeing over the mountain of files in his arms.
“You can set them over there–watc...
A flame flickered unevenly above Kevin’s thumb. He snapped his fingers and the flame went out, plunging his attic room into darkness. Amused, he snapped his fingers again and brought the flames back, the light dancing in shadows against the walls. He felt the warmth of the flame upon his thumb and forefinger, the heat singing him now and again, but the flame waved weakly, bringing him a calmnes...
Sometimes my fridge sounds like a blizzard. I can hear it howl at night when the room is dark and the world seems quiet. I've always felt something melancholy about the way it howls. I can't help but let my mind wander about it. I am quite sure it's just a fridge, but perhaps there's a person inside, trapped in a blizzard
You can hear other things too. Every creak and crack. My old house ...
“Take your shot, stranger. You’ll only get one.”
Sariah held her gun with both hands to try to hide how she was shaking. A scowl was fixed on her face, but deep down she was terrified. And he knew it. The tall man, dressed in a fine black vest, coat-tails flowing in the wind. The rain had soaked them both head to toe. She held the gun firm, her finger on the trigger. She had the shot. He...
The door creaked open, revealing a long-forgotten hallway. Dust and cobwebs filled the musky space. A foul odor wafted from the passage way on a stale wind, kicking dust up into Kevin’s eyes. He coughed and fanned the air, turning back to the rest of his remodel crew.
“This certainly wasn’t on the master floor plans,” his coworker Ralph remarked.
“No shit,” Kevin quipped, turning on the lig...
I’d gone off the beaten path. The dirt packed trail, beaten down by decades of hikers, was nowhere to be seen. I was lost in the wilderness of Appalachia. I was a seasoned hiker, but all the same my family had warned me not to go out alone. That one of these days, I would become lost in those hills. And I suppose they were right. They’d never let me live it down if I managed to find my way b...
“James Burnham was shot and killed yesterday,” the reporter on the TV said as James poured himself a coffee, smirking, “the incident occurred on the 22nd Block of Peach and Jasmine—emergency personel arrived on scene where the man, 32, was pronounced dead.”
James relaxed in his chair, nodding to himself, smiling. He had done it, after all these years, he had finally found a way to escape his d...
Statement 1E
“Okay, there we go. Is this thing on? I think it's taping?”
“Do we really have to use this musty old thing, Emma?”
“Oh, come on, it's not that bad! It has a certain je ne sais quoi about it, no?”
“Hopefully the people in tech can get the system back up soon–we spent a lot of money on quality mics and CCTV for this sort of thing, it pisses me off that we have to even resor...