Callum Richard Thomas
Bio
Hi there my friends, my name is Callum Richard Thomas or C.R.THOMAS for short. I am a man who loves fantasy story telling and I have been writing my own story now for nearly ten years and I hope that you all get to read. We are the way.
Stories (4/0)
Pop Ups and Stains
Derek broke out in a cold sweat when he saw that his work computer was on fire with a virus. He broke out in an even a colder sweat when he saw the man from I.T heading his way. “Come on! Please!” Derek said to himself as he tried to close the pop ups, luckily the sound was on mute, other wise Janice who sat in front of him would hear all sorts. “Please!” Derek kept on saying as he tried to be rid of his virus on his own. “Janice I’m here to instore a firewall on your computer!” spoke the I.T guy who was now swimming in closer towards him. Derek could almost hear the jaws theme as the I.T guy was getting closer to his computer. Every pop up just wouldn’t go away, no matter how many times Derek pressed the X in the corner.
By Callum Richard Thomasabout a year ago in Fiction
What Would You Do?
What would you do when the man who killed your father is laying next to you on his bed. That was the one thing that Bill was pondering. He had killed the previous six men of the Devious Seven, taking a bullet to the leg in the previous duel with Hugo Essen, the German. Bill bleeding from the left leg and resting his pistol on the right, he just kept staring at Drew ‘Lucky Brown’ Davis, waiting for him to open his eyes. He had spent the last three hours doing this, sneaking past the members of the Davis family, wondering if they knew about his father’s misdemeanors. Bill grew his eyes above the bed of his fathers killer and saw a family portrait of the killers family. He didn’t seem to different Bill’s. a mother and a father, two daughters and their youngest, a son with blonde hair. Bill remembered the time when he was a child and be would play Backgammon with his father, he never could truly understand the game, even at the age of 45. But the memories only brought back anger and vengeance for Bill. He hated those memories because they brought him sadness to add to them. he was twelve years old when the Devious seven came to his house and took his families lives away from them. he didn’t see his mother of sisters die, but he did see his father being shot. “Look at me son!” spoke his father through his memories. “Everything is going to be okay, my Bill!” spoke his father as he was pinned to the ground by Drew Davis knee. “No its not!” Stuttered Drew with the bullet from his black pistol to cut the conversation short. Bill could still see his fathers blood. It was as red as his very own blood that was now smearing his pants. The pain hurt, but not as much as the memories.
By Callum Richard Thomasabout a year ago in Fiction
Between a Rowboat and a Goblin
He took the hook and gutted the fish. Blood started to spew all over the boat, “father do I have to do this. Can’t you do it, I don’t like killing living things.” The boy was quite young when his father took him fishing and he hated the sight of blood, especially when it sprayed all over his face. “If you want to become a fisherman, then you’re going to have to get use to killing living things in your lifetime. Now stop fussing and gut the others.” his father said. His father was never kind to him or his mother.
By Callum Richard Thomasabout a year ago in Horror
Live Life on repeat
Live Life On Repeat The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. As her parents lay there lifeless next to her, she tried to make sense of what she could see. Ellie tried to see anything that had nothing to do with the countless Zjack’s on the floor that her parents slew or with her parents themselves. The window was a saving grace for her, as the sun peered through the cracks of the window. But there was something that made her feel safe. Despite the carnage that had just transpired in front of her. She picked herself up from her traumatized state, rid herself of the cloak that was shrouding her body, which many would have thought off as a mistake, as the cloaks were the only thing that would protected her from the Zjack’s outside, but she didn’t care. As the dust particles left her the same time the cloak did, she nearly coughed but she was too focused on the window. Ellie carried on walking towards the cracked window, walking over the fallen Zjack’s. Once her hands met the windowsill, Ellie could now see what was beyond the horror and cracked world that she had live in for most of her life. “Green?” she whispered to herself with ease, as she did not believe what she was seeing. Ellie had never seen so much green before, she had only seen them in small plants or the picture books that her older brother Tom use to read to her.
By Callum Richard Thomasabout a year ago in Fiction
