Category: Short Stories

Short Stories, The Catacombs, Writing

THE CATACOMBS [PARTS 21-28]

I’ve always hated canned food. There is something intrinsically wrong with meat mashed up and jammed into a preservation chamber and stored on a shelf for however long. Fruits a little better, but I’ve never enjoyed the mild hint of tin in my peaches. There wasn’t much of an option though, in the meals provided […]

Short Stories, The Catacombs, Writing

THE CATACOMBS [PARTS 15-21]

We’re supposed to be brutally honest with ourselves about everything that happens in the Catacombs. Anything we feel, anything we sense is supposed to be checked, double checked, and then documented. I didn’t understand why until I’d finally entered the threshold. For the sake of that honesty then, I have to say, approaching the gate […]

Short Stories, The Catacombs, Writing

The Catacombs [Parts 8-14]

If Leslie Twilling returned to the town she was born in, she wouldn’t recognize it. Dark suits, military uniforms, and the miscellaneous gear of scientists and specialists fill the streets and homes. Military personnel run drills down main street, and a putrid yellow smoke billows from the old pharmacist building. All of this could be […]

Short Stories, The Catacombs, Writing

Rising [The Catacombs, Part 8]

If Leslie Twilling returned to the town she was born in, she wouldn’t recognize it. Dark suits, military uniforms, and the miscellaneous gear of scientists and specialists fill the streets and homes. Military personnel run drills down main street, and a putrid yellow smoke billows from the old pharmacist building. All of this could be […]

Short Stories, The Catacombs, Writing

Area X2291 [The Catacombs, Part 7]

After the disappearance of the Morrison kids, the federal government took a serious look into the situation in Rosmire. Rural disappearances are common enough, though tragic. Runaways, murders, kidnappings, accidents; anything that can happen in a city can happen in a small town. As harsh as it may sound, the government simply doesn’t have time […]

Short Stories, The Catacombs, Writing

Training. [The Catacombs, Part 5]

Training was horrendous. I’d always been a bit of a couch potato and the next six months would put military basic training to shame. All electronics were removed from us aside from government assigned laptops and phones. We were cut off from the world, physically, electronically, and emotionally. Somewhere between four and six every morning […]