S. S. Blackwell
Aspiring horror author.
S. S. Blackwell
Aspiring horror author.
Aspiring horror author.
Aspiring horror author.
Bells rang out through the streets. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and wiping the sleep crust away. Alone in an unfamiliar alley, I fumbled through the pockets of my black suit, searching for the familiar flask of rum. My quest proved futile, but just as frustration crept in, I noticed the flask lying on the pavement nearby. Grasping it eagerly, I brought the burning liquid to my lips, the warmth cours...
“Order Up” I yelled as I slid another cheeseburger under the hot lamp. I grabbed the ticket off the wheel, spinning it to next order and stabbing the ticket though the check spindle. Another slow Sunday night. I was stuck on the graveyard shift, I act like I hate it but I actually don’t mind it. Plus the extra dollar twenty five an hour bump really does me good.
I had about twenty more minutes le...
Grapes lined the vines that twisted up the side of the trellis, protecting the deck overlooking the vineyard from the sun. As I sat staring out into the vast field trying to think of anything but how bad the past year has been, I used the Veiled Valley Cellars house pinot noir to drown out my thoughts.
I had to get anyway from my apartment which I was forced into after I caught my dirt bag of a ...
Rain smacked down hard on my umbrella, rushing off both sides as I hurry down the crowded street. “Damnit” I thought to myself as I came to a halt behind a crowd at another crosswalk. I focused at the red glowing hand symbol across Doyers Street waiting for the light to change, I feel someone staring at me, following me with their eyes. I get that feeling a lot, there are so many people in New Yor...