A.M Cooper
Bio
Teacher by Day, Writer by Night
Stories (4/0)
For Whom the Bell Tolls
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But we all knew that that was just a myth. Just a way to keep us away from the airlocks that were littered throughout the ship dozens of levels and the sub levels beyond that. Now we are so few. So few of us remain in these long, endless hallways that seem to stretch on forever. It is almost as if the others never existed at all. They are gone into that long abyss of blues and purples and reds and greens. A thousand nebulas await those who pass beyond this world. Every color that you could ever imagine thrown into a beautiful medley of creation and looming destruction. I have seen them.
By A.M Cooper7 months ago in Futurism
The Last Train to Nowhere
The somber sounds of music can be heard as the darkness of my vision begins to clear around me. Shapes can be seen as small balls of light bounce from both sides of the room. The music is familiar, it's eerie tune echoing in the canals of my ears.
By A.M Cooper8 months ago in Horror
Have You Seen My Father?
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the windows.” The dim light of the campfire illuminated around the teens faces as they sat there and stared at each other, mocking grins on their faces. They knew they were in for another generic ghost story. The wind suddenly whistled through the trees, causing the fire to crackle for a moment as the seconds passed.
By A.M Cooper9 months ago in Fiction
Somewhere Between Reality and Death
The world seemed to shake around me as I crawled my way through the mud and filth of the trench. Each inch a stark reminder would ring throughout the walls of my head: Don’t stand up, don’t stand up, don’t stand up. The dirt walls that surrounded me were my prison and my salvation. It was if my drill sergeant had seared the words into the side of my brain. The words that would come to define my existence seemed so simple, yet so complex. With each inch I crawled the pain would sear in my knees and elbows. Days of rubbing my body against the dirt had resulted in my skin being rubbed raw over and over. It didn’t matter. I had to reach my post.
By A.M Cooper9 months ago in Horror
