Aidan Comstock
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Aspiring writer, creating worlds of devastation and despair, filled with strange warriors and cosmic horrors. Also I sometimes write children's stuff :)
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The Town at The Beginning of The End. Content Warning.
It was about time I had moved back home, to my tiny little port town in Maine. The sedated pace of life back home was something I once dreaded, and greatly criticized. But after a long ten years working in the corporate hell that is Tokyo, I yearned for that pace once again. I was aging like a deer corpse, mangled daily by scavengers, a breeding ground for maggots. During my restless work nights, in the single hour I would get to sleep, I often dreamt of home. Standing at the port's edge, watching the small fishing boats drift in and out of the foggy surface of the sea. I dreamt of the cold wind and soft drizzling rains.
By Aidan Comstockabout a year ago in Fiction
白・Shiro
The snow wrapped around my knees like a firm brace. The blindingly bright sky and the alabaster tips of the trees blended together like the flavors of grandma’s home cooked stew. Thick pine wood trunks burst from the dense snowpack - the only evidence of the forest. A raging white wind, nigh strong enough to be a blizzard, howled like a banshee through thin openings between the trees.
By Aidan Comstock2 years ago in Fiction
The Rider 2: Electric Boogaloo
The bridge is silent. Not even the dark waters crashing upon the steel beams made a noise, the strong winds and stormy waves silent as mice. It’s as if someone pressed mute on the world. I lay on my motorcycle, my head at the back of my bike and my feet kicked up over the handlebar. I stare at the sky above, wondering about what the world was like before. I wondered how many people crossed this same bridge, where they were going, what feelings they had. I imagine a movie-like world, where everyone is full of joy and drives to do something great. I wonder if anyone ever faced the same fate I face now. In the end, the world is no longer our own. This once bustling bridge is empty, and there is no hope for any human who is damned to wander this forsaken planet.
By Aidan Comstock2 years ago in Fiction
Ozymandias: Part 2
The blue sun hangs low across the horizon. I sit in silence, watching it make its slow descent out of view. Finally, the burden upon my skin could be relieved, if only for a moment. I dare not move at any time in which the sun peeks out its dreary head. Even scantily clad in rags and scraps, I still heat like a brazen bowl during the everlasting days. Beneath the rags and above my raw skin, sits a prison I can never escape. Pieces of rusted metal sit loosely upon my body, covering almost every inch.
By Aidan Comstock2 years ago in Fiction
Edward and the Eldritch Horrors
“Thank you everybody for coming out tonight!” The crowd cheered as we prepared for our final song of the night. I looked over at our lead singer, Isaac; there was a massive grin on his face. We had so many fans packed in one area that could barely fit inside the bar we were playing in. It was just like what Isaac would tell me back when we were in sixth, maybe seventh grade.
By Aidan Comstock4 years ago in Horror
The Rider
The road was completely empty. The stars and moon above were my only company on this ride. I liked it that way, just me, my bike, the road, and the sky. No cars on the road gave me free rein over the streets. It was the perfect condition to ride upon the Great Seto Bridge, a road that's been on my bucket list to ride for years. Not only did I now live in Japan, somewhere I’ve wanted to live since I was a kid, and was driving a road I’ve wanted to drive, I also had my dream motorcycle, the Honda NM4. A beautiful bike, so unique and eye-catching. It looked straight out of a movie, and felt great to ride. It roared into the night as I sped down the bridge. A massive smile was forming on my face. I felt so free, freer than I had ever felt before. I finally felt like I was where I wanted to be in life. I didn’t feel locked into anything. I didn’t have to conform to normalcy or be someone I didn’t want to be. I was me, and I was loving myself.
By Aidan Comstock4 years ago in Horror
