Coby Thinks
Bio
Hi! My name is Coby, I'm a young adult with a passion for writing! I've been writing stories for as long as I can remember, and it's something I really enjoy and I hope to make a career out of it in the future!
Stories (3/0)
There's Something Liberating About Being Lost
We got lost looking for the Grand Canyon. The GPS in my sisters' car almost always got her where she needed to go. Emphasis on 'almost'. The one time it didn’t was when we left our hotel room on Saturday, got into her minivan and turned it on; our location? The Grand Canyon Visitors Center. And then we were off. We drove along a highway but soon got off it into a road lined with the scrubby desert trees, snow and ice still clinging to the earth on presidents day weekend in February.
By Coby Thinks3 years ago in Motivation
Black Curtains
The house was big. It should be noted, I think, that a lot of old houses are just that. Big. At least the ones that lasted this long, anyway. As for this particular one, I think my father said it was built sometime in the early nineteen hundreds. It’s been added onto and remodeled since then. That didn’t really matter, but I always liked to know the history of a house before we moved into it. That trait was probably inherited from my father and was something my younger sister missed out on.
By Coby Thinks4 years ago in Horror
And So, I Wait
The long stone corridor, which once had been well kept and illuminated with torches, which in turn had hung from the polished brass sconces, was in disrepair. The only way to tell that the corridor existed at all was by the light of a single torch, held up by my own hand which was neither polished nor brass. Of course, I knew it was there before I arrived, because in the daytime when I usually passed by these ruins, it was quite visible. I passed the site hundreds of times before this night, but only now ventured within the crumbling stone walls, down into corridors that, like this one, were dark and foreboding. There was no real reason for me being there that night, save for the sense of adventure I had harbored for a long time. My footsteps echoed as I walked, making me certain that the corridor continued for quite some time, but I had no doubts or worries. I was alone, here, in the dark and the gloom. Water occasionally dripped from unseen sources, and a few times a large rat scurried across my path, as I wandered deeper into the abandoned ruins.
By Coby Thinks4 years ago in Horror
