Austin Spring
Bio
Avid consumer of film and fiction. Aspiring writer and admirer of storytelling in any form. Thank you for reading my stories!
Stories (2/0)
Take Me Back, Jack!
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I stopped and stared, listening to the incessant hum of buzzing insects. The air was thick with mosquitos and flies, swarming around my face, biting at the exposed flesh of my arms and legs. “Hello?” I croaked, “Hello, is anyone out there?” My mind struggled to produce an explanation for the candles presence but stalled in confusion. There was no pane left in the window. If the candle toppled in the breeze, it would drop into the overgrown brush that surrounded the cabin. The woods were dangerously dry that summer, and I began to envision an inferno blooming from the seed of that flickering flame. In good conscious, I could not leave the candle burning.
By Austin Spring2 years ago in Horror
Growing Old in the Pond
An old fish drifted in the icy water, propelling herself slowly with weary fins. Through the murk and the gloom, she strained her eyes. Searching for food was no menial task, an activity she found to be particularly arduous in the depths of winter.
By Austin Spring3 years ago in Fiction
