James Sprague
Stories (5/0)
A flicker of fear
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. At a distance, the flame could be easily mistaken for a firefly, of which the area surrounding the decrepit structure -- and the nearby Vandeventer Shelter -- was in abundance of on this humid August night.
By James Sprague2 years ago in Horror
'I love you more!'
The clanging racket of metal woke him from what had already been an uneasy, troubled slumber. He never slept well, or deep enough, anymore, so it didn't take minutes to become fully alert. He was already alive and electrified, left hand glued to the sidearm strapped to his waist, right hand adjusting his decade-old bifocals, eyes and ears adjusting to the gray, dim light of dawn and the sounds accompanying it.
By James Sprague3 years ago in Fiction