Benjamin Boyd
Bio
I am a writer who has been writing for several years. I live with my family in South Carolina. In many of my stories I try to include different people and members of the LGBTQ+ characters. I really enjoy creating a wide varity of stories.
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The Spore Colonies
Nobody can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, so they say. For me, however, it is hard to ignore the screams. If it wasn’t for the medicine in the plastic container just behind my ear, all I could hear would be countless scream shouting out from all directions. Thomas used to call it hearing the universe’s song. In reality, it is a rare medical condition. My brain can detect the of brain waves of other creatures across vast distances. There are no words just wave after wave of endless shouting. It can change with their mood or excitement but always shouting. It made travailing very difficult.
By Benjamin Boyd3 years ago in Fiction
The Stowaway
Joaquin had finally fallen asleep. His head was uncomfortably wedged between his sister’s ribs and her elbow. His brown hair clung to his caramel skin. He had been up all night exited about his overnight train ride, about going home, and about seeing his friends again. His sister, Cory, was not. She had loved her life in the city. In the 8 months since their parents passing Cory had done her best to care for Joaquin while she finished her degree. Sadly, the bills were too high, she had little support, and was falling behind in her classes. Her aunt wired her some money to come back home on. With another month’s rent coming due, she didn’t have much of a choice.
By Benjamin Boyd3 years ago in Fiction
Face Thief
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Night after night the candle would burn from midnight until dawn. When the first signs of the sun would peek through the trees the candle would flicker out. It had become a local legend and kids would dare each other to watch the light spark to life. The large ravine separated the cabin from the nearest path, so the onlookers could never get close to the cabin. No matter how long people watched, they never saw anyone go in or out of the cabin
By Benjamin Boyd4 years ago in Horror
Sweet Rot
Sweet Rot By Benjamin Boyd The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Its’ glow was the only sign of life among the still trees. The dim light gave an otherworldly aura to the slow passing fog as it drifted by the cabin’s window. Its’ dark frame molding into the forest. With the figures of trees frozen in blackness. Their branches were jagged hands darting out for anything that walked past. The only other light was the faint gray of moonlight scatter among the shadows. The stillness of the forest amplified any movement. Each twig snap was growing closer than the last. It was like a ghost from a forgotten time. The sudden life in the long rotting cabin would be a reason to run, but for Gabriel it was just what he was hoping to find. He would soon wish he had run.
By Benjamin Boyd4 years ago in Horror
