Greg Maddox
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Stephen King, H.P. Lovecraft, and Synthwave. Enough said. No? I'm a big bearded Viking in a modern world, trying to provoke, entertain, and crush the skulls of my enemies.
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Distant Shores
It had just begun to rain when Liam tied off the skiff to the dock and pulled what cages he managed to fill over the stern. There were large divots and scrapes from years of use. St. Augustine, Liam’s livelihood for 35 years, was a small 15 foot side trawler which had been gutted of everything but a half dozen crab cages, a radio that worked half the time, and a simple winch and net. He hadn’t used the winch and net in years though. In fact, he wondered on long calm days at sea if it even worked anymore.
By Greg Maddox4 years ago in Fiction
The Menagerie
The mono-filament light tower was a hazy amber, spilling through the half open shutters, covering the bed in a wash of jagged crimson shadows. The wall was a tapestry of blinking yellows, oranges, and violet, mixed with dark shapes like ghosts. Mac closed his eyes to try and shut out the bleaching twilight, but a campfire danced across his retina under his closed eye-lids. There was electricity in his brain as if lightning was striking at the base of his neck, crackling earth towards his temples.
By Greg Maddox4 years ago in Fiction
