THE CHANNEL AB3 LIBRARY

Stories I've written

 

A Man Called Corpse

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..."

 

The Ocean Doesn't Want Me

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...

 

The Man That Ate Newborns

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

Found On The Laptop Of Doctor Todd Booth

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...
 

Southern Fried Shokushu

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

The Fat Guy Gets The Girl

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.
 

Forever Till The End Of Time

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

The Eyestalk Kid

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.

 
Sweet Nothings

“732? You don’t want that room.”

 

The Night Blogger: They Have Been, They Are, They Will Be

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...
 

The Night Blogger: Gunnyhead

It all began with a framed poster...
 

The Night Blogger:  The Trevi Collection

…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...
 



Stories From The Public Domain

The Black Stone by Robert E Howard

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...

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