Devin Thorpe
Bio
I am a 22-year-old recent graduate from Mars Hill University. I have a double major in Criminal Justice and Religion & Philosophy. I also played collegiate lacrosse! In my free time you can find me writing fiction and hiking with my dog.
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FLY
"Now what?" Amanda asked. The two travellers stretched their legs outside the car from the three hour trip. It hadn't snowed in Charity like it had in Covet, but the town was just as cold. There was a chill in the air that the afternoon sun couldn't eliminate. And the breeze helped little. It ripped through Vinnit's woolen trenchcoat, making it feel twenty degrees colder than it actually was.
By Devin Thorpe5 years ago in Horror
MOLDY BREAD
THE THIRTEENTH EXCERPT FROM DR. JAGEN'S BLACK JOURNAL: "Why have you kept me around this long?" I have changed my course of action going into today's session. Now that the child chooses to speak to me, I will not pre-formulate questions that attempt to diagnose it as a brown-level patient. That will skew my interpretation of the conversation. I need to ask questions that flow naturally from the conversation, and then reflect afterwards upon the child's answers.
By Devin Thorpe5 years ago in Horror
ACOLYTES OF THE CHOSEN
The winter sun had already taken an early hiatus from lighting the world as Dr. Dorian Vinnit approached the steps of St. Gabriel's Catholic Church. The parish was located on the corner of Auven Blvd and Bronst Ave, also known as "car crash corner" to locals.
By Devin Thorpe5 years ago in Horror
FIGURE IN THE DARKNESS
There was a time in my life where it felt uncomfortable to enter the embrace of frigid, dark waters. A time when the fear of the unknown played with my mind. Where the cold of the water permeated through to my soul. Caused hypothermia. But as my body submerges into the pitch-black surf now, I feel nothing.
By Devin Thorpe5 years ago in Criminal
MR. FITSPATRICK
Work as a psychiatrist didn't suddenly hault just because some sudden adventure arose. Life didn't work like the pages of some fictitious tale of sudden wonder, where the protagonist throws all caution to the wind when a mysterious journey came along. And so Dr. Vinnit didn't abandon all psychiatric duties upon leaving the Warden's office. He did not throw caution to the wind and sprint for St. Gabriel's on the corner of Bronst Ave and Auven Blvd.
By Devin Thorpe5 years ago in Horror
THE DEVIL ITSELF
"I haven't a clue what you're talking about, doctor. Now I think it's about time you left. I'd tuck that journal away, before you do something you end up regretting. I'll see you out," the Warden said, standing immediately from his desk and motioning toward the door politely.
By Devin Thorpe5 years ago in Criminal
