C.J. Goodin
Bio
SF/Horror writer of short stories and novels. My mind wonders from Tibbitts Hill to the end of time.
MBA. Creator of Twitter @MementoMoriRD. Tropical Goth 🏴☠️
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Stories (6/0)
Through the Obsidian Ring
Sūl's first light broke the horizon. The early morning was still brisk when they arrived at the outcrop overlooking the ruined city of Uruk, which sat overshadowed by the colossal ring wall. A thick mustard fog enveloped the city remains, only showing the few buildings that pierced through the whirling clouds of nauctis gas discharge from the ring structure.
By C.J. Goodin2 years ago in Horror
An Old Sailor's Tale to a Young Sailor
A young sailor looked to the edge of the world from the bow, right where the sky meets the sea, and saw a green light flash in the evening's descending darkness. He stared in disbelief. Seeing what he had only heard about in stories.
By C.J. Goodin3 years ago in Horror
'Someone has sent you a Random Box'
"I don't remember ordering anything," I thought as I put a brown paper box beside junk mail on the kitchen table. 'Someone has sent you a Random Box', was the only inscription, along with my name and address on the suspicious package wrapped in brown paper. Without a single blemish from transport. The carton was questionably light. Cutting the thick tape that held the paper around the container, I opened it up and found the unusual box was empty. After looking around the outside for other clues I gave up and put the rest of the junk mail inside. Walking to the living room to watch the TV, I had all but forgotten the empty box.
By C.J. Goodin3 years ago in Fiction
Richard Penny
Palm Beach can be warm in February, but it wasn’t today. Overcast and cold droplets brought a chilly morning South Florida. Low 50’s never looked good on palm trees. Priscilla, my friend, often insisted on brunch at Le Bilboquet, ordering eggs benedict with a side of country ham. The drive from West Palm, to me, never seemed worth the drive. The weather was never nice when I had time for the beach, and I could never afford more than a bagel and OJ anyway. Even after parking, the rain continued following me down Hibiscus Ave to Worth. I decided to travel light that miserable, gloomy morning with only my phone, wallet, and keys stuffed in my old jacket.
By C.J. Goodin3 years ago in Horror
