thWrtr

Joined February 2021

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the layover
The knocking persisted. Cheryl rolled over onto her side, face pressing against the cushion of the couch, and squeezed her eyes shut. She wished she could do the same with her ears. She hadn’t been able to catch even a few minutes of rest since she laid down almost two hours before.
By thWrtr11 months ago in Horror
BYOG
You’re nervous. This is the first time you’ve been to one of these. The first time you’ve been invit-ed to one of the most exclusive events on the planet. The kind of event that can only happen when the largest tech company on the planet breaks the code, splits open space and time, and reveals gods.
By thWrtr11 months ago in Fiction
Promises Made // Promises Kept
I owe so much to my mother. Over the course of my life she’s never stopped believing in me. She’s always been the first to tell me I could accomplish something. To tell me that I should go for that thing, whatever it might be, because she wholeheartedly believed I could do it.
By thWrtr5 years ago in Families
The Hunting Trip
Mark Deloitte pressed his back against the side of the tree. He pushed so hard he could feel the bark leaving impressions in his skin, despite the three layers of shirts he was wearing. Sweat accumulated and dripped off his forehead. His jaw was clenched so hard he could hear the blood rushing through his skull.
By thWrtr5 years ago in Horror
Desperation
This isn’t how things are supposed to be. It shouldn’t be her in that hospital bed, connected to the machines that beep endlessly, a myriad of tubes curving away from her motionless body. She hasn’t moved in days, except for her chest. It rises and falls with the casual cadence of her breathing, the only indication —aside from the machines measuring her vitals— that she’s alive at all.
By thWrtr5 years ago in Families
The Hypothesis
The diner has seen better days. Built in the late 70s, it hasn’t quite found its way out of the constant state of disrepair the original owner left it in. But, even with the chipping paint, the booths that aren’t exactly the most comfortable, squeaking stools, and a kitchen in dire need of an upgrade, it still manages to be a favorite haunt for many of the locals.
By thWrtr5 years ago in Futurism
The Meeting
I hate meetings. I’ve tried over the years to make the best of them. For a long while in the beginning they weren’t that bad because things were still new. Fresh. But, eventually, they wear you down. The same monotonous bullet points every week. The same faces in the same room.
By thWrtr5 years ago in Horror