Tim Pierpont

Joined January 2021

10 stories

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A human, with fingers and hands. Enjoys using them to create things.

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That Old Black Magick
I was fascinated with the new arrival to our village. In part, because we rarely have new arrivals. I can almost remember moving here with my dad, but not quite. I was only four. I remember before being a bigger, cleaner, happier place, but I also knew that mom had done something bad, and that she had an accident because of it. We had to leave under the cover of night before anyone found out.
By Tim Pierpont5 years ago in Futurism
Heist Hades
“You do not seem exactly dead,” Charon observed of his passenger, as they pushed off from the livings’ shore. “I’m just frozen, technically,” Niesha said, not looking back at the towering figure, but instead staring blankly at the small black notebook in her hands.
By Tim Pierpont5 years ago in Futurism
Joy Ride II
“C’mon, one more. Then burgers. Please?” Margrett begged, whispering, as to not wake their potential victims sleeping in the motel. Cindy crossed her arms and set a stance of evident refusal, but then softened.
By Tim Pierpont5 years ago in Criminal
Joy Ride
“This is it.” Alice crooned as she ran her hand playfully along the chrome front bumper of the 1973 Volkswagen Beetle, glowing in the moonlight. Molly tried to whistle, but only blew air.
By Tim Pierpont5 years ago in Criminal
Squirrel
“That stupid squirrel is still out there!” I think to myself, staring at the dumb little thing, just sitting on a stump next to the wood chopping axe. I almost want to go smash it with the axe. I’ve really started to consider it.
By Tim Pierpont5 years ago in Horror
Redemption
I used to be a cop, but you wouldn’t guess that from looking at me now. It was 34 years ago. My dried, splitting skin and thin, oil-soaked hair makes it look much further in the past.
By Tim Pierpont5 years ago in Humans
Snow Day
Fred loves snow days, possibly even more than the middle school students to whom he teaches science. At 6 am today, Fred had muttered a request. When his smart speaker confirmed that the schools were closed due to inclement weather, he fell back asleep without ever lifting an eyelid.
By Tim Pierpont5 years ago in Horror
Catnip
Tim knew he should be working. There is always too much to do these days. It was Saturday, though, and it had been such a long year. 2021 hadn’t started much better, but he was trying to stay optimistic. He reflected on this while he, once again, paused his work and was now idly scrolling through Facebook.
By Tim Pierpont5 years ago in Petlife
Nice Guy
I am a nice guy, a good person. Sure, yes, I do sometimes do bad things, but so does everyone else. I’ve had bad things done to me, and I’ve done bad things to others, but I try to learn from those mistakes, and I think that makes me a good person. Better, in fact, than most.
By Tim Pierpont5 years ago in Horror
My Little Red Notebook
I love my little red notebook. It seems odd, to have received so many amazing things for my fourteenth birthday, but only to care about this one. My uncle Simion, who always has such amazing tales of adventure, though I can never tell if they are true, gave it to me. I want to believe they are true.
By Tim Pierpont5 years ago in Horror