Earl Carrière
Bio
Welcome to my page. I am thrilled to join the Vocal family of creative writers. I have been writing for over half of my life. Because I was never a great visual artist, writing allows me to paint my ideas with words.
Stories (10/0)
The Miningus
I had just woken up from a nap. I've been having one of the most trying weeks of my life at work. Budget cuts meant several employees were getting sacked. My boss basically told everyone who isn't in the top two rungs of the corporate ladder they needed a gimmick they could put into action by the end of the month. Winning ideas would guarantee a future with the company, the losers would be at the mercy of the chopping block. I scrambled out the idea of creating a loyalty program where customers could earn accessories after every car lease. The only word I got from my boss was "I'll table it for discussion".
By Earl Carrière7 months ago in Fiction
That One
"Why that one?" asked the Memory Master looking up from the birdbath-like basin. William Gains noted his sexless nudity, a shining light of radiance like a burning star. This new form was pain free, weightless, and the shape ever changing according to his feelings. The clouds at his feet felt like freshly moved dirt; soft and fluffy. He could feel no heartbeat nor felt the need to take a single breath. He was given temporary access to all his mortal life's memories, an access which would soon become finite.
By Earl Carrière7 months ago in Fiction
Did it Work?
"N'gal paruvik ichtani'la Nebet paradum sakis belfor Uu'a!" Priscilla chanted with conviction, and yet, nothing happened. Nay, a good minute had gone by and the girls of the Catherine David High School paranormal club officially doubted the summoning spell had any effect whatsoever. "Maybe you mispronounced something." Trixy remarked, adjusting her purple-framed glasses. "I totally agree! Probably the Uu'a. After all, it's pronounced Levi-O-sa, Hermione Granger, not Levio-Sa!" added Siobhan. Siobhan fancied herself the toughest lesbian teen in all of Dunwich. From a young age, she's always wanted to spite her old man for using derogatory terms referring to women, and she thought cutting her red hair short and dressing like a punk rocker would get under his nerves. She chickened out of getting that tongue piercing just after her sweet sixteen, but she got him by making out with her cute cousin Aoife at the last St Patty's day family get-together. Let's just say the River Shannon ran red that day. "Can it, Siobhan! You know you couldn't have done any better! I practiced the enunciation for a week!" Priscilla defended. Priscilla was the most popular girl at Lavinia Whateley middle school. Stellar grades which came easy to her meant she could tackle the worthy goal of climbing the top of the social ladder. Everything changed however come grade 9 when Priscilla met face to face with Mildred Hubble middle school mean girl Stacey Kilpatrick. Stacey had the reputation of putting out when she was just fourteen, to all the boys the other girls wouldn't stop talking about. She had them all wrapped around her little finger and she didn't care about a single one of them. Priscilla would fall hard for one of Stacey's 'exes' Mark Waterman. The two bonded together over mutual hatred of Miss Kilpatrick, but when Mark made an inappropriate sexual advance on Priscilla, who was planning on maintaining her V-card at least until senior year, everything went to hell. Priscilla became Catherine David High's quintessential goth girl, jet black hair, pounds and pounds of make-up, and wore nothing but black and pastel pink. Her grades took a dive too, but rumour has it she's doing it on purpose to spite her mom. "Why don't you try saying it again? Say it again!" Siobhan insisted. "Uhm - no! What if it worked but our lord Nebet just didn't show up within your crooked oval, Siobhan?" Priscilla begrudgingly replied. Siobhan crossed her arms. "Every symbol looks like it was ripped straight from the damn tome, admit it!" Siobhan bit back. "Girls, let's please calm down! I'm sure Siobhan is right. No offence, Priscilla, but wouldn't an eldritch god emerging from a deep slumber make one hell of a racket?" asked Courtney. Courtney was absolutely the glue that held the club together. Priscilla may have founded it, but Courtney keeps everything afloat, and actually crates an agenda for each meeting, whereas if Priscilla was left to her own devices, the club would have devolved into nothing more than a pity party for what awful thing Priscilla's mom said to her over the past week, and trust me, Priscilla keeps a journal. "Maybe not everybody's heart was into it. We all want this, right?" Courtney asked around. "Well - I mean the thought of a big scary alien god roaming our otherwise peaceful town seems kind of foolish." Trixy replied. Trixy was the only member of the club who joined looking for new friends. She wasn't at home in the sports clubs and the chess club was packed with all guys she detested. She enjoys learning about the occult, but never imagined summoning rituals in the dead of night would be in the cards. "Seriously? Come on, Trixy! What about your wish? I told you all to come prepared with one wish each because Nebet would owe it to himself to grant us all our deepest desires as a reward for awakening him!" Courtney explained. "I have to confess I'm also not crazy about the idea of something cooler than me walking around Dunwich." Siobhan said. Courtney let out a big sigh of frustration. Priscilla's phone alarm goes off. "Crap! That's ten after midnight, you guys. If my mom gets wise to my little watermelon wearing a wig trick, I'm toast. I gotta go!" Priscilla explained. "I gotta go too." Trixy said, putting away the candles on the ground into her backpack. "Ugh! You girls suck! This was the perfect night for this! We were all here and everything!" Courtney said. "Forget it, lassie. We were clearly in over our heads, this night. Let's pack up. I'll walk you home and promise to behave." Siobhan said sleazily.
By Earl Carrière7 months ago in Fiction
Unspoken
"I don't want to talk about it." she said storming out of the room. I never meant to pry. I never meant to offend her, but why the secrecy? Moments ago, my darling Delia screamed bloody murder in the kitchen as she prepared our lunch. I rushed to her rescue, but the moment I entered the room, she stood there with her arms crossed with a punished expression not unlike a child who's been bullied into secrecy. She described a spider had ran across the floor, but when I asked her again, she seemed uncertain.
By Earl Carrière10 months ago in Horror
Don't look inside
I was going to fill up the tank on my way home. I'm running on less than a quarter tank. It's only Tuesday, so the gas prices would have gone up since Sunday when I planned to go along with a grocery run, but the wife did the Uber Eats thing instead. She's obsessed with some tv show I lost interest in six episodes earlier. How do I break the news to her?
By Earl Carrière2 years ago in Fiction
A World Unplugged
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, let alone much of anything. The valley was aptly named the Valley of Dust due to the acid rain melting the once marvellous canyon away. In the centre of the valley lay a bubbling lake of hydrochloric acid. The green lake acting as one of the few, surviving marvels of colour left on the surface of the ammonium rich planet of Esper; my homeworld.
By Earl Carrière2 years ago in Fiction
Limbo
I lose sight of a crystal grain whilst raking the ground with my hoe. The shadow energy emanating from the crystal already manifest the moment it touches the cold, black soil. My eyes hastily dart around looking for the grain, knowing full well it’s a losing battle. Why? Why bother wasting my time? It’s already in the ground. It’s already begun taking root. I suppose an eternity in this realm forces one to find anything unusual to break the monotony. My estate is separate from the rest of struggling Winterbrook. The town and it’s people were forced into labour for the king; who issued a monthly tax of ten, full grown Shadow crystals. Rumour says that the king has a mage who can turn the crystals’ shadowy energy into the power to grant our wretched king invulnerability. Make no mistake, even though we do not age past adulthood, we are not immortal, we can be hurt, and nothing hurt more than realizing the cruel fate my king forced upon me.
By Earl Carrière2 years ago in Fiction
One Potato, Two Potato
Thursday I awoke to a feeling of unfamiliarity. The room I lay in was that of a classic rock fanatic’s. Posters of AC/DC, Def Leopard, and even Bon Jovi covered the underlying white walls. There was a guitar in the corner across from my bed, a guitar I did not know how to play. I had been sleeping in a cut-off Pink Floyd shirt and torn daisy dukes. I went over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of sensible jeans and wore a black, led zeppelin shirt turned inside out. I walked over to the desk with carved out skulls on it. At its corner was a charging MP3 player, one I had never seen before. I picked it up, and tried to see if my name or anything was on it. No use, so I rummaged about, scrolling the thousands of cheesy rock songs for something I could listen to.
By Earl Carrière2 years ago in Fiction
