THE CHANNEL AB3 LIBRARY



Stories I've written

 

There was no accident. Those things did it and they'll do it again. Even now I can still hear those scratchy little voices saying, "Meat. Meat..."

 

I think I'll start with the alarm. It was a loud and ugly electronic sound. At first, I thought it was part of a dream brought on by the pain or the morphine. But once I had fully awoken, I realized I was alone in the infirmary of the cruise ship...

 

Don't squirm so much my wee one. Don't struggle...

 

I can only hope this email reaches you. Have I ever told you that your steadfast friendship has been one of the great constants in my life? If not I should have done so far sooner than now...

 

Jessie Warren and his get rich quick schemes made him a source of embarrassment for the whole town of Zebulon, West Virginia...


Does that light have to be so bright? Yeah. Yeah. For the cameras… I get it. No I don’t need a lawyer. I’m just sorry you guys couldn’t wait until I get out of the hospital.

 

I must be quick because I am not sure how much time I have left...

 

It began a year ago, on the third day of the Altamont Fair...


What Rough Beast

Everyone thought she had gone home hours ago...

 

Ophelia Explains It All

...just because I am wearing a bomb to a town council meeting it does not mean I’m some kind of a lunatic.

 

A Night Like This

…it began as it would end, with an abrupt transfiguration and a sound like the fluttering of wings…

 

Sweet Nothings

“732? You don’t want that room.”

 

Trochildae

The air was humid and thick with pollen. The path that led through the field was uneven and uphill. The grass that bordered it was thickly flowered with blooms the color of blood. Trees surrounded them, hemlock spruces and white cedars. Occasionally a cicada-like hum would rise up from all around and then fade away...


The D&D Session That Mostly Wasn't

I found myself at the apartment Deviant Boy and Collateral Darren shared. The walls of their cramped one bedroom apartment were decorated with artwork from the early years of metal and the latter days of porno....


How I Wonder What You Are

I’ll know the time is right when the howling begins. It will be after sundown of course, the Mothers and Fathers of Jebsen only scream after sundown, and only on the clearest of nights...

 

Futterman's Apotheosis

It wasn't until after they got settled in that someone found the hatch set into the stone floor of the cabin; a wooden door with a black metal ring in the center that was cold to the touch...

 

 



Simon Wegman's hobby was Geocaching. For those of you that spend all your time indoors reading blogs, Geocaching works like this: someone puts a logbook and maybe a few trinkets into a small container and leaves that container in a secluded spot, usually in the wilderness...

 

It all began with a framed poster...

 

…there are things no one ever expects to hear, and I don't care who you are or where you live, the term 'Brony Death Cult' has to be in your top ten...
 
 
…ostensibly this low grade bacchanalia was a way for local entrepreneur Edward Fingle to raise money for a medical nonprofit called the Tri-city IBS Treatment Society or T.I.T.S. for short. It was the kind of event that brought greasy ‘philanthropists’ from all across the tri-city area....
 
When I was young I was prone to fevers and nightmares, something that my doctors and my parents alike put down to a weak constitution and an overactive imagination...

Cyrus Finkle never learned the essential cliches we live by- 'forgive and forget', 'if you cant say something nice don't say anything', 'patience is a virtue' and of course, 'never hit REPLY ALL'...
 



Stories From The Public Domain


I read of it first in the strange book of Von Junzt, the German eccentric who lived so curiously and died in such grisly and mysterious fashion. It was my fortune to have access to his _Nameless Cults_ in the original edition, the so-called Black Book, published in Dusseldorf in 1839, shortly before a hounding doom overtook the author...

 

The children were always called Blue-Eyes and the Turkey, and they came by the names in this manner...

 

Gods do not always beget gods...

 

Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places. For them are the catacombs of Ptolemais, and the carven mausolea of the nightmare countries...

 

The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge...

 

The country was being patrolled night and day. A hundred keepers and workmen were beating the woods and poking the bogs on the moors, but as yet not so much as a handkerchief had been found...

 

The “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had been ever so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avator and its seal — the redness and the horror of blood......
 
I had heard rumours of Seaton's aunt long before I actually encountered her. Seaton, in the hush of confidence, or at any little show of toleration on our part, would remark, 'My aunt', or 'My old aunt, you know', as if his relative might be a kind of cement to an entente cordiale...
 
"But that's nothing compared to the Dark Men. Who are the Dark Men? I don't know; but they threaten any transgressor with these Dark Men. I shall try to discover who they are."
 
Life is a hideous thing, and from the background behind what we know of it peer daemoniacal hints of truth which make it sometimes a thousandfold more hideous...
 
“I suppose you will be getting away pretty soon, now Full Term is over, Professor,” said a person not in the story to the Professor of Ontography, soon after they had sat down next to each other at a feast in the hospitable hall of St James’s College...

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