Gunnar Anderson
Bio
Author of The Diary of Sarah Jane and The Diary of Sarah Jane: Between the Lines. Has a bachelor's degree in English from Arizona State University and currently resides in Phoenix with his wife and daughter who inspire him daily.
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The Siren of Vanavara
The shack stood out among the snowy forest. Its rotting wooden panels and chipped roof tiles gave way to its dilapidated state. My boots crunched in the thick white powder around me as I drew closer to the door. The windows have been long since boarded up and are caked with dirt. There is no seeing through them to what lies inside. Many people have speculated to the horrors that were locked within those four leaning walls. My mind kept to the idea that it was simply an old shack meant to serve as some sort of a halfway house during travel, or even a temporary lodge for a hunter.
By Gunnar Anderson2 months ago in Fiction
Artificial
I look at the girl lying against the steel table. She seems so peaceful, her face almost angelic in the way it lacks blemishes or wrinkles. Blonde hair clings to her face and falls in waves down onto the slab beneath her. They removed her from her growth canister and brought her into a sort of observation room. It feels like a morgue the more that I look around. The incubation holds are set into the walls at even intervals. To think that only moments ago, she had lid in there soaking in a hyper growth solution that… I do not remember what they told me it was. As if it really mattered to me anyway.
By Gunnar Anderson3 months ago in Fiction
Here Without You. Top Story - September 2025.
Standing at the edge of the ravine, looking out among the changing colors of the rocks that line the chasm in beautiful swirls. Some of them shimmer in the light of the setting sun behind you, remembering the glow of her eyes the last time you were here. The image is so clear, with the sunset dancing along the golden locks of her hair. You are looking up at her from being down on one knee. A ring is wedged tightly between your fingers as well as the question is between your lips. The weight of the world rests on your shoulders while you wait for what feels like an eternity for her to say, “Yes!”
By Gunnar Anderson4 months ago in Fiction
