Arnaldo Lopez Jr.
Bio
Born and raised in Brooklyn, New York. Now residing in Queens.
Stories (7/0)
The Iconoclast
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Yet, I've been listening to the anguished screams of my passengers and crew members for almost two weeks now, and they've been quite clear and distinct... Evans was first. Then Murray, Kuong, Rios, and finally Mr. and Mrs. Neigele. I have no idea who else may be dead or dying because I was able to cut off shipwide communications before the screams and the laughter drove me insane.
By Arnaldo Lopez Jr.2 years ago in Horror
Maggot
Topo grabbed the corpse roughly by the shoulder and turned it on its side. The blood, already drying, made a ripping sound as the body was separated from the cheap plastic cover on the couch. Viscous strands of it still connected the dead man to his furniture. Topo inserted a dirty forefinger into one of the sixteen knife wounds he’d helped inflict and explored until he scraped a rib. He grunted in satisfaction.
By Arnaldo Lopez Jr.3 years ago in Horror
Las Hojas Cortan
Don Luis bent over the small altar that he’d been working on since early that morning, carefully arranging the statuettes, the candles, and the tiny bowl of offerings on the immaculate white doily that covered the dark, smoothly polished wood of the handmade dais. He heard the tiny bell over the door ring as someone entered the bodega, but he didn’t turn around or look up from his important work.
By Arnaldo Lopez Jr.3 years ago in Horror
Take-Out
I’m Harvey Hickman and I’ve got the most dangerous job in America… I’m the pizza delivery guy. Oh, I know, I know. Some people argue that the Chinese food delivery guys have it just as bad, but c’mon, the guys that deliver your Chinese food travel in gangs that ride around in hopped-up Japanese crotch rockets and they carry fully automatic weapons (even though they’re still illegal). Maybe mailmen, uh, mailpeople did have it tough for a while, but the post office was going bankrupt anyway and once everyone went strictly email, well that was the end of that – so no, it’s me alright. And that’s why the chicks love me and all the guys hate me, ‘cause they all wanna be me (I mean the guys, not the girls).
By Arnaldo Lopez Jr.3 years ago in Horror
The Hunger
Tom Larsen pressed himself deeper into the shadows of the corner, careful not to upset the pyramid of discarded paintcans and thinner balanced precariously in front of him. An old tarp, stiff with splatters of paint and pulled haphazardly over his head finished his effort at concealment. Still, it seemed that the thunderous knocking of his heart treacherously vied with the stuttering gasp of his breath to give away his position and set the monsters upon him.
By Arnaldo Lopez Jr.3 years ago in Horror