Harrison stewart
Bio
Author, and PhD candidate, who finds the art of the written word the most joyous of skills.
Stories (4/0)
The Grassy Knoll
‘Never did I see a person with such a looketh on her face, she hid and cried, oh how I lied to keep her where she lay.’ God, I must have read that line at least fifteen times. Over and over and over again. I just couldn’t concentrate. She was supposed to be here.
By Harrison stewart 3 years ago in Fiction
Inevitable
INEVITABLE BY HARRISON STEWART The light behind him faded fast, and soon the curtain of the world snapped shut. Darkness swarmed instantly, filling every crack and crevice. The bright and joyful world of the living was behind him. Beyond the world of the dead. Dense, grey fog blanketed the horizon, and dark water burbled beneath the boat as it carried the cloaked figure forward into the abyss. In the distance, a coastline began to emerge through the fog. Closer and closer, it came into full view. A dark pebbled beach and a ruined town. A shanty pier stretched out like a dying limb, as it beckoned the boat.
By Harrison stewart 3 years ago in Fiction
