Craig Robertson
Bio
I am a husband and father. I'm excited to use this platform to help hone my writing.
Stories (4/0)
Scenes from a Café
There she sits same place, day by day. She orders the same thing every day, coffee, cream, three sugars and raisin toast with a liberal smearing of cream cheese. She sits there smug in her own superiority wearing her black designer suits and reading the finical reports, her cell phone always on the ready.
By Craig Robertson3 years ago in Humans
Wind fall
Twenty grand might not seem like a lot of money to some people, but to me it was a fortune. I’ve never in my entire life seen that much money in one place. Hell I don’t think I’ve had twenty grand if you totaled up all the money I’ve ever had up until now.
By Craig Robertson3 years ago in Humans
Can't sleep Clowns will eat me
Can’t Sleep Clowns Will Eat Me By Craig R Robertson The percussion of death was soothing to the peoples of the imperial temple. Dispensed by the mouth of the cleansing weapon. For the spent musician’s filling in the melody the cleansing symphony was their salvation, their light, and their hope. They all would pray that tonight’s symphony would be enough to stop them. The laughing ones, the painted ones, the Clowns, the ones who ate naught laughter and mirth but blood and flesh, man blood and man flesh. They prayed for the divine Emperor, the Emperor of Man to come and deliver them from their misery and fear and smite their enemies.
By Craig Robertson3 years ago in Horror