Austin Harvey
Bio
A human trying his best.
Writer for Giddy, FFWD Dating, and ghostwriter of unspoken projects. Editor for Invisible Illness on Medium. Bylines in IDONTMIND, Start it Up, Mind Café, History of Yesterday, and more.
www.austinharveywrites.com
Stories (7)
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Under the Great White Northern Lights
The whole trip had been a nightmare. They drove the old Honda up the coast in silence, her headache too insufferable for music, and the sun was already setting in the sky when they parked at the lift. Without even having a moment to stretch out her legs, Alex was rushing them to the cable car, and anxiety paralyzed her as it carried them over a valley so deep and dark she thought it might actually be bottomless.
By Austin Harvey4 years ago in Horror
Before Salem: The Real-Life Werewolf Trials That Plagued European Nations
On October 31, 1589, in the German town of Bedburg, Peeter Stubbe was strapped to a wooden wheel, the flesh torn from his limbs with burning pincers, his arms and legs ripped from his torso. Using the blunt side of an ax-head, his limbs were broken, his head cut off, and everything burned on a pyre. His daughter watched in horror as she herself was flayed, strangled, and burned alongside him.
By Austin Harvey4 years ago in FYI
The Missing Girl
It was an unusually arctic October night when seven-year-old Jenny Parker fell into the lake. Nobody saw it happen. They didn’t know for several days until the water thawed and the cold-blue body floated to the surface and washed up on the beach. The body was discovered by a jogger out for an early morning run. It was a beautiful morning, they’d said, one of the crisp autumn kind where sunlight shined through warm-colored leaves. If you looked close enough, you could see the leaves’ veins.
By Austin Harvey4 years ago in Fiction
City of Dreams
I’ve been having strange dreams lately, but perhaps strangest of all was the one where I was in a Las Vegas casino. I had never been to Vegas, yet in this dream, I knew precisely where I was. I was at the Bellagio and from where I was seated, I could see the fountains outside. I was drinking a beer, smoking a cigarette. In life, I do not smoke.
By Austin Harvey5 years ago in Horror
I Was the Toxic One in My Last Relationship
I used to lie to my therapist. I wanted her to think I was a good person, and by proxy, I suppose I wanted for myself to think that too. It occurs to me now that my notion of therapy was wrong. I wasn’t going to therapy to get help in becoming better, I was going to be told that I was already where I needed to be.
By Austin Harvey5 years ago in Psyche
You're Not a "Broken Person"
I was talking with a coworker when I asked, "Do you ever feel like there is a barrier between your brain and your body? Like they are functioning independently from one another, and you're just floating through life?" I was shocked when they said, "No."
By Austin Harvey5 years ago in Psyche
