Sean Anderson
Bio
Typically, I write science fiction (Mutiny); but my passion for writing has led me to write a handbook for lucid dreaming and I hope to one day write travel books from the lens of my anthropology degree. All my work is published on Amazon.
Stories (13)
Filter by community
Timmy the Time Traveler
My name is Timmy Spearman, and I’m from the future. To say that I am a ‘time traveler’ might be a stretch; but I did travel through time to get here and you can’t deny that Timmy the Time Traveler is a pretty great handle. The problem is, now that I’m here, I’m kind of stuck.
By Sean Anderson3 years ago in Fiction
The Man Known as Knight
It was late in Gotham; but the full moon was bright over the city and the streets were full of music and laughter. Loud groups of bar hoppers between stops stumbled down alleyways to pee behind the dumpsters. Couples walked out of the downtown theater into the night to wander the parking lot searching for their cars. No one was aware of the dangerous forces that lurked around dark corners. But the people were safe in their neglect - watched over by a guardian who did not sleep.
By Sean Anderson4 years ago in Fiction
The Light
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was Sunday night when Nancy Peterson first noticed a light flickering in the old, broken down cabin. There was a group of high school students camping at the lake and Nancy wandered off to throw up the booze and mushrooms she’d just consumed. After her report, the sheriff drove by on Monday. He said he ventured to the door and gave it a knock; but that isn’t likely. The man is all bark, no backbone. Either way, he spent Monday night at town hall, assuring residents that if someone had been at the house over the weekend, they weren’t there anymore. By Tuesday, everyone was talking about it.
By Sean Anderson4 years ago in Fiction
Spirits of Blue Mountain
A winter frost had settled on the ground in the Blue Mountain Forest. There were no leaves crunching underfoot. No foxes dug their holes through that dark unyielding dirt. It was solid, unforgiving. It was a wonder that the trees could grow there at all; but nature has its ways. The evergreens grew tall and fat, and so close together that it was impossible to see more than ten feet in any direction. It is easy to lose one’s way in a forest like that.
By Sean Anderson4 years ago in Fiction
Lake Pelko
They say there's a ghost out on Lake Pelko. You wouldn’t find the lake on a map; but it's just outside of town, where the main road forks. To the left is the highway, the daily commuters driving out to the city every weekday around eight in the morning and coming back the same way around six o'clock every night.
By Sean Anderson4 years ago in Horror
M Street
Derek took a note out of his pocket and unfolded it, smoothing the corners that had crumpled in his jacket pocket. He was soaked to the bone; but his rain jacket had kept the ink dry on the page. A bit of ink smeared down the page with a heavy drop of water falling off the edge of Derek’s hood. He shoved the page back into his pocket and ran to the nearest doorway. Standing beneath the awning, he removed his hood and shook off some of the water from his body. There were no signs marking the businesses on this street and the windows were all covered with dark curtains; so he didn’t notice until he was standing in the doorway that he was at a whore house. A gentle red glow was coming under the door and he could smell the incense wafting out onto the sidewalk.
By Sean Anderson4 years ago in Fiction
The Mounted Races
Every year, the city of Bosk lights up for one week to celebrate and bring together distant family and old friends who were happy enough keeping their distance; but obligated to participate in the festivities to keep their spot in the family wills.
By Sean Anderson4 years ago in Fiction
