Nick Solid
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Writer - Wildland Firefighter - Bartender - Former child.
I love Horror.
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2:22am. The breeze from the open window blew softly past the pale blue drapes as they lightly grazed my skin, and rustled in the glow of the streetlamp lights that crept in along with the wind. Both offered palpable affirmations of the stillness that existed during the night; complimenting each other perfectly as the light danced wildly on every inch of the blue drapes, and the breeze moved the fabric like waves in the ocean. I stood next to this open window, as I had 1000 times before, but this time was different. I exhaled a cloud of smoke from my newly lit spliff, and let out a sigh that seemed to almost crescendo the cacophony of soft, simple sounds happening all around me. I extended my fingertips against the wall, on which I was leaning, and closed my eyes to take in every possible sound that my eardrums could absorb. The raindrops hit the cold concrete ground lightly; the leaves in the trees shuffled and twisted as the wind filled the spaces between the gaps of leaves and branches. I heard the distant hum and pop of a vehicle as it shifted into gear and drove away. I opened my eyes to the street below and noticed a cat lightly prancing across the street; avoiding the puddles like a child hopping from stone to stone across a slow moving stream. It was a scraggly looking kitty, with black and white fur that seemed to bounce up and down with every bouncing step.
By Nick Solid4 years ago in Filthy
the woman in the hallway
1 Jack twisted the cap off his beer, closed the fridge, and walked back to the couch in the living room. He picked up a sweater that was strewn across the cushions, threw it onto the love-seat in the other corner of the room and flopped onto the couch. After fidgeting around trying to find the perfect comfy spot, he took a sip of the cold brew and pulled his phone out to see if he got any new messages. As he swiped open his phone, he noticed something in his peripheral view, just beyond the phone on the wall. He took his focus off the phone, and gazed at what looked like a droplet of water streaking down from the ceiling. He stood up and walked over to get a closer look, grabbing a chair along the way to be able to look real close. He propped the chair next to the wall, hopped on and investigated. He reached up to wipe the single droplet and hoped that it wasn’t a leak of some kind. After wiping it away, he gazed at the small pin-sized hole in the ceiling where the drop appeared from, but nothing else dripped. He reached his hand up to feel around the hole to make sure there was no moisture around it, and just as he was about to touch it there was a loud BANG BANG BANG at the front door.
By Nick Solid4 years ago in Horror
visitor
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window" whispered Jerome, his face dimly illuminated by the dancing light of the campfire. "The flame was so faint, and yet the flickering wick spat orange waves against the decaying wood now exposed from the inner walls of the window frame; they looked like they were breathing."
By Nick Solid4 years ago in Horror
