Alasdair Yule
Stories (3/0)
Murder On Mars
‘Nobody can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. When Ernest’s eyes opened, terrified, and his mouth contorted in pain, I knew what it would sound like, in my head. Before I heard it for real. The atmosphere out here on Mars is, as you know, a hundredth of that back on Earth. Do you know what that does to a scream? When Ernest unclipped his helmet and threw it away, he was still screaming, right next to me, I heard it through my own helmet, nothing more than a distant whisper, the worst scream ever.’
By Alasdair Yule2 years ago in Criminal
The PI Without Answers
It was late at night when Nathan Heron jogged lightly through the park. He stayed close to the fence as he searched the cars parked along the street and cast occasional glances to the houses across the road, paying particular attention to windows where the lights were on. Spotting the familiar dull red Volkswagen he checked to ensure no one was looking before climbing over the fence and tapping the passenger side window. The driver leaned over, opened the door and Nathan climbed in.
By Alasdair Yule2 years ago in Horror
The Lost Author
Detective Constable Michaela Riach was mindful of her step; the forest’s thick undergrowth was wet from recent rainfall and glistened in the bright afternoon sun. Three paces behind her followed DC Martin Steenson. He was the favourite of the new recruits among the men Michaela worked with and she was determined to give him a taste of what the job actually entailed beyond the preferential treatment from which he'd so far benefitted.
By Alasdair Yule2 years ago in Horror