Connor Meakin
Bio
I am a literature graduate from the University of Kent. I have lived all over the world, including the UK, Netherlands and the Middle East. I have a passion for creative writing and music.
Stories (2)
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Yellow Eyes
The night air is bitterly cold, each breath I take swirls around my face in heavy clouds. Despite the icy chill, sweat clings to my forehead as I hitch my duffle bag around my shoulder. I take a moment to breathe as I look around me. The trees in the dark felt more imposing, their crooked figures loomed all around me like thin decrepit limbs encasing me in. Their leaves long gone this deep into the season, leaving only the skeletal branches behind. They provided me with no cover from the thick heavy rain falling from above, and by now my clothes were sodden. I begin walking, trudging through the thick mud and forest debris. The rain was making it hard to determine a consistent path ahead of me. My bag, heavy across my shoulders, causes my muscles to groan with each step. The wind was getting stronger by the second, so much so that it whistled through the trees making me unsteady on my feet.
By Connor Meakin4 years ago in Fiction
Clock Out
The clock hits 9am. I meet my day with the familiar drone. The buzzes and whirs of clockwork movement encompasses me on all sides, the tipping and tapping of rhythmic typing provides the metronome to which I think. I sit at my desk, staring at the pulsating screen in front of me awaiting another day's influx of customer inquiries and complaints. I scour through the subjects of the first set of emails on my screen, categorizing them by the pre-prepared responses that I use to reply to them. I slowly read down:
By Connor Meakin4 years ago in Horror
