E.M Simond
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Join me on an odyssey to distant worlds where things work differently and the stories they hold ultimately expose our darkest and irrational fears.
Stories (8)
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Game Over. Try Again?
Kilim rubbed her eyes and placed the lanyard she was holding around her neck. Like every morning, she was waiting for the elevator that would bring her to her division. Her expression betrayed the exhaustion she was feeling, but despite the dark blue bags underneath her eyes, she held herself straight, pride and determination visible in her gaze. As she waited there, it was obvious she was on route to accomplish something important.
By E.M Simond3 years ago in Fiction
Male Empowerment
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Sara had never actually believed there was still an outside to see. As far as she could remember, all she had ever known was the inside of this house. As she looked through the window, a feeling of unease creeped through her bones.
By E.M Simond3 years ago in Fiction
Not Another Birthday
It was the day of my birthday when a small black box landed on my doorstep. As the drone zoomed off in a rush for another delivery, I took a closer look at it. It was devoid of bells and whistles and at a first glance, it merely looked like an empty shoebox.
By E.M Simond3 years ago in Fiction
The Discarded
In the early hours of the morning, distinct sounds of huffing and puffing were heard across the valley. Within the nearby forest, a large scaled dragon with bright red wings tucked by her side made her way methodologically amongst the fallen leaves. The air was crisp while she shuffled searching for something important. Today, on the seventh day of frost, like each year before, she found what she was looking for.
By E.M Simond3 years ago in Fiction
Little Timothy
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night a candle burned in the window. Timothy nervously stands facing his large bedroom window. Pushing himself onto the tips of his toes, he grips the side of the frame while clutching the soft edge of his nighttime blanket. The peculiar light had attracted his attention when he woke from his slumber. At first, he had only noticed the warm and damp sensation in his bed. “Oh no” he thought, “Not another accident! Mommy won’t be happy”. Timothy had recently turned 7, and his mother had made it expressively clear to him as he blew out the 7 small candles on top of his chocolate birthday cake that he was now a big boy and couldn’t continue wetting his bed like a baby. Taking this conversation gravely, from that point on, every evening, Timothy made sure to use the bathroom right before bed, and whenever he woke up in the night. It had been months since he had wet the bed, so when he felt the familiar warm puddle, he was disappointed in himself.
By E.M Simond4 years ago in Horror
Observer #19
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night a candle burned in the window. Pushing away from the circular lens, Observer #19 slowly massages his temples. The night shift at the observation deck has always taken a toll on him, and he feels the onset of a migraine. As his fingers move from his temple to the base of his eye, he flinches. The permanent spherical bruise around his right eye always stings as he reaches the end of his shift. It’s one of the disadvantages of being an Observer; the long hours, the boredom and the unavoidable bruise caused by the telescope lens. But tonight is not like all the nights before. He is certain of what he saw, a candle burning in the previously lifeless environment. Observer #19 knows it isn’t possible, it's been at least a decade since the last known movement on Planet EBeta.23.
By E.M Simond4 years ago in Horror
