Wilson Campbell
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What Happened on the Way to Haparanda
When the man awoke on the train, it was hurtling at a steady speed. He had been sitting up while sleeping– something he wasn’t usually accustomed to doing. Any recognition or moment of recall that could have explained his current whereabouts evaded him. His mouth and lips were dry and had the unmistakable aftertaste of some peculiar type of liquor. He looked around at the surroundings of the compartment, perplexed, hungry, and in a fog of slowly dissipating fatigue. It was a second-class compartment. He had been on enough trains in his life to know that. Despite the dull aching that pinched his temples, he looked out the window.
By Wilson Campbell4 years ago in Fiction
The Man Who Studied Monsters
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. They weren’t supposed to go in there, but the camping trip had been crashed by a violent thunderstorm. Luckily, Kurt Andrews and his wife, Brenda, knew the old cabin was nearby. They had set up the tent underneath the trees in the woods, but the weather had squashed those plans.
By Wilson Campbell4 years ago in Horror
Erik the Traveler
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. On an unremarkable morning, there came one, and on an equally, just as unremarkable morning the following day, came another. And then another one came. Surprisingly and unannounced, they flocked to the verdant doorstep of the fruitful valley domain and were eager to glut their appetite on livestock and to set up nests. They came in one-by-one and later in groups, and maybe in the end, it would have been best described as a burgeoning horde of plump, disgusting dragons.
By Wilson Campbell4 years ago in Fiction
