Brian Campbell
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Frozen Terrors
A boy turns on his side, barely aware of his waking existence until his turning pulls the warm shielding of his blanket from his face. A biting chill jars him awake as cold air creeps across his face and works itself into the top of his clothes. After quickly returning the blanket to its protective place, he tries to work through the fogginess crowding his thoughts. He remembers a party around a fire near a cabin. He remembers the trek deep into the woods, despite the condemnations of departing winter. He remembers the alcohol and a girl and stumbling into a side room with an air mattress. He remembers fumbling and trying to kiss the girl, and the sounds of her sleep before its shade enveloped him too. The boy vaguely remembers rustling and feeling as if on waves chased by distant laughter.
By Brian Campbell4 years ago in Fiction
Dirty Penguin Man
It was a dark and stormy night; mud flowed across the alleyway as blood flows across an open wound. A man in mud-slung, blood-dyed tuxedo crossed the street with the swagger of the undead, confidently reassured that a passing car could do no worse damage than the first time. He vainly attempted to lite a cigarette as he stepped up onto the curb and stood like a statue on Halloween night in front of the police tape, allowing himself a moment's pause to contemplate why the tape was considered a barrier.
By Brian Campbell4 years ago in Fiction
