Devin McGurk-Nixon
Bio
Navy veteran, wild writing imagination, dog lover, and avid coffee drinker. Enjoy some of the stories that still float around in my head.
Stories (7/0)
Witchfinder: Old Matsdotter Rock
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The cabin lay not far from Old Matsdotter Rock. The rock was named after a Witch in Sweden who was burned alive at the stake. My grandmother Borgildha, always told me stories about the day they burned the Witch, Malin Matsdotter, she had seen it with her own eyes.
By Devin McGurk-Nixon2 years ago in Horror
Letter 1
Dear Ghost, You might be wondering why you are receiving this letter, fortunately, this is not a “Dear John” letter. Instead, I am going to write these letters to you in hopes that our words and the meaning that is scattered behind them will paint a better picture of our story or at least a story that is worth telling and being able to remember.
By Devin McGurk-Nixon2 years ago in Fiction
I am a Nobody
Well, if you are reading this, then I am definitely what I say I am, a nobody. I stand on the street with a half-lit cigarette pressed against my teeth, waiting on a bus to take me to the dead-end job that I hate, only making enough money to pay the rent for my cardboard box of an apartment. I might as well move into an actual cardboard box; that way, I can be more invisible as you pass me on the street like another piece of trash.
By Devin McGurk-Nixon2 years ago in Fiction
Dear Diary
Dear Diary, I often think about why things happen to me and how I even came to be. I think about how the world we live in is a depressing rock hurling through space till the end of time till we all become nothing again, that will be the only time when we all come together on the other side, if there is even one.
By Devin McGurk-Nixon2 years ago in Confessions
Life Happens
I remember being young and having aspirations in life, always wanting something bigger and better but those dreams were out of my actual reach. I miss being the young and naive Uptika but now I am old and life has been slowly eating away at my longevity. 70 years ago I would not have imagined myself to be homeless and hungry, living on prayers and the scraps of other people.
By Devin McGurk-Nixon3 years ago in Fiction
The Very End
Humanity could not live peacefully with each other anymore; most have died during the Nuclear Fallout or the small wars that lead up to World War 5. I wasn't alive during the other World Wars, but my Grandmother June told me stories, how millions of people died, the anarchy that unfolded, and the famine that followed each war. During the previous World Wars, the countries involved always threatened to nuke each other into abomination but only ever pressed the red button to launch once. A group of Christian terrorists hacked into every country’s nuclear weapon system, they called themselves the Raptures. They were ready for the end of the world and thought it was the only way for humanity's sins to be forgiven was for all of us to die.
By Devin McGurk-Nixon3 years ago in Fiction
