Nate Stone

I’d like to think that I can be both autistic and creative, I guess this is one way to find out!

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Nate Stone

I’d like to think that I can be both autistic and creative, I guess this is one way to find out!

Writings

Followers

Following

Hero

Nate Stone

3 min read

It was his birthday party; it wasn’t fair. Things were just getting interesting, they’d had hot-dogs and fries with chilli-cheese and he’d added tonnes of ketchup — he was old enough to decide how much for himself now. Olivia said it was disgusting, but he’d gotten her during pin-the-tail, tripped her. It wasn’t a deep cut, he’d seen worse on television. One time he saw a dead body, but Dad said i...

Horror

Crime, mystery & thriller

Hunger

Nate Stone

3 min read

“Never trust a survivor until you know what they did to survive.”

“Jesus Craig, how did you get so cynical?” Pete said it with a smile.

“I’m just saying. Remember that, what was it? Basketball team? Crashed in a jungle, ate each other. Would you go round one of their houses for barbeque?”

“I think that was rugby players. And it would depend on the sauce.”

“I’m serious.” He was, Craig Falstaff ...

Science fiction

Horror

Intern

Nate Stone

3 min read

She’d had this dream, or a variant, many times over the three-and-a-bit decades since leaving her mother’s womb. Like her birth, she was naked, surrounded by a crowd. Unlike her birthday, however, there was more than a little embarrassment. She gazed down at a sagging stomach no amount of sit-ups and jogging would fix. She woke up already flailing at the travel alarm, knocked it onto the stone flo...

Science fiction

Humour

3 Seconds

Nate Stone

3 min read

“So you’re telling me this thing..” Mike paused for dramatic effect. “Is magic?”

“Yes? No! You’re not listening to me, just pay attention..”

He hadn’t, why would he? It was obvious nonsense, didn’t matter though — he’d wanted the book. The cover alone was worth the price of admission. The inscription seemed to move as you watched, and it had colours. All the colours. He’d opened it, the ...

Fantasy

Light

Nate Stone

3 min read

Come out to the country, they said. We haven’t seen you in ages. You can camp on our land, just like when you were ten, they said.

Connor hated camping.

He’d hated it since he was ten, when he’d pitched over an angry ant colony. The moment etched deeper into his memory with every bite. Wetting himself and running screaming into his cousins wearing only socks and soaked briefs was just puttin...

Fantasy

Humour