Elijah Trouba
Bio
I was a reader of horror and weird fiction; however, I now aspire to become a writer of what I loved. My inspiration comes from my love of cosmic fear and the outer unknown in our reality.
Stories (4/0)
Schroder Farm Part 2
Lucas sat Jude at the end of the kitchen table farthest from the door with the rifle still in his hand. Hamish slouched on the opposing side of Jude, supported by his elbow as he stroked his course, graying beard. All three of the farmhands stewed in silence that was only broken once, by the roll of the thunder as he quaeritated the right words to say to Jude.
By Elijah Trouba6 years ago in Horror
Schroder Farm Part 1
It was a cold, dreary evening on a small plot of land near northern Scotland, a cattle field with a large, six stable barn, and a barn house east of it by the name of Schroder Farm. Three men were to work the night shift, and one of them happened to step out for a cigarette in the cold, damp evening air to try waking himself up more. He was still new to the job's late-night schedule. He was also out in the cold to get away from the old man who frequently barked at him for being lazy. He was Jude, the youngest of the three as he was approaching his middle age years the next month. The old man he was hiding from is Hamish Paterson, the temp for the real owner of the farm who was an old man in Germany.
By Elijah Trouba6 years ago in Horror
The Emotionless Eye
It was a sultry and misty night of September 24th, 1924; it had rained significantly hard for the past few days, turning the woodland floors muddy and revealing many of the tree roots from the loose dirt. A farm hand by the name of Gabriel McCoy and his loyal companion Brodie, a large black Labrador whom Gabriel took good care of since he was a young pup; Brodie would keep raccoons and possums away from the house usually bringing back one of the critters in his mouth and burying it under the porch after a successful hunt. Gabriel was also a bit of a hunter as well, hunting and selling deer hide in this days off of Schröder farm for spare money. They lived on the weekends in a small wood house big enough for two people in a lightly wooded area in northwestern Scotland.
By Elijah Trouba6 years ago in Horror
Pilgrimage of the Wasteland
A man awoke in a dizzying haze on a hard, chalky, bleached white, ground and saw everything in a bright blur before his vision came back. He felt the hot sun beating down on him which was the only thing he could see that was wholly familiar. Everywhere else he looked was nothing but a vast rolling landscape of white that reflected the brightly burning light of the sun into his eyes.
By Elijah Trouba6 years ago in Horror
