Adam Stanbridge
Bio
All my stories are linked and are part of the same "Universe" I'm actively forging. I can also be found on OpenScreenplay, Facebook, thisisomniwar.com and of course am a member of the AWG.
Stories (11/0)
The Last Mental Illness
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Some still relished and revered them as they danced and kissed the scarlet moon. Even one year after that Easter Sunday on which those that were distant from him updated they still are amazed. I always asked myself, why? Why couldn’t he see the flaw in his logic filling the world with his gifts? Why couldn’t he see it would make us suffer, perhaps not like he did but the burden of knowledge on those of us that knew him... Me not so well and not for long but still. I knew him well enough to cry when he passed. Especially when I learned of his time in hell and the reason he went there. I’d have said let it rise, we deserve it, at least based on what I know now but that’s why he was the best of us, despite his flaws.
By Adam Stanbridgeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Day The Magic Died
Ironically it was Easter Sunday the day he died. The headlines ranged from “No More!” to “The silence has been broken”. The local paper in his hometown in Far North Queensland ran a piece entitled “The Day The Magic Died”. Everyone there knew who he was, and though their opinions were divided, he did manage to die respected. He fought hard and on his deathbed achieved what he might have called perfect victory.
By Adam Stanbridgeabout a year ago in Fiction
Roll me a cigarette
The boy had taken acid and was feeling the effects of it as he dragged the mannequin down the beach at 2 AM. He had found the mannequin abandoned at a nearby store and felt a strange connection to it. As he walked with it, he realized that the mannequin was all he ever wanted. It was his best friend, his true love and even equal to his mother and father in the bond he had developed in what seemed like a lifetime on that beach.
By Adam Stanbridgeabout a year ago in Fiction
Spirits of The Outback
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night a candle burned in the window. But what was I to do? The power was out. So it was candles for light and a camping stove to cook the dinner. Tinned dinner; tinned spaghetti with tinned chilli tuna I mixed through to give it something. Anything. It was an old cadet hack I came up with but I had been living off tinned food for a week since the floods and was growing sick of it.
By Adam Stanbridge2 years ago in Horror
