Hugh Alan

Joined June 2021

0 stories

Bio

Dark Fantasy Writer

Pen & Ink Illustrator

History Buff

Martial Artist

Bipolar Survivor

Author/Illustrator of;

Parliament of Rooks, 13 Tales of the Victorian Wyrd,

Wee William Witchling

Stories (4/0)

Necropolis19
Rocks rained down all around her, larger stones giving way to pebbles and finally, dust. All she could hear in her head was a high-pitched whine. It wasn’t anything like a ringing. The explosion had picked her up and thrown her across the room and into—something; she wasn’t sure what. It had been hard enough to knock the wind out of her and she thought she might have blacked out briefly. She sucked in a desperate gulp of air, and her body was suddenly on fire. For a few seconds she feared the worst, but after several more deep breaths, the pain subsided. She’d been lucky.
By Hugh Alan3 years ago in Fiction
Danse Macabre
"No one gets inside without a proper donation!" It was difficult to hear the man, even as he shouted over the howling wind and blustering snow. Nicholas Moon could not make out all the words, but the general meaning was not lost on him. Still, he feigned ignorance as he leaned forward, cupping his ear with his hand.
By Hugh Alan3 years ago in Fiction
Liston's Knife
Let the whole world witness the great art we have wrought. Tonight—I am more alive, more aware, than ever I have been. Kaminski gripped me in his left hand while in his right he carried the bloody heart of Mary Jane Kelly. In the morning, they would find the rest of her, and it will change London forever. I knew this was only the beginning of what we could accomplish together. Mary Kelly had been our greatest triumph, but with such a perfect brush as Kaminski, and all of London as our canvas—there was no limit to what we could accomplish together.
By Hugh Alan3 years ago in Fiction
Lapis Lazuli
Monday Morning Ester stared down at her husband in disgust. Daniel lay sprawled upon the threadbare divan, that same one she posed for him on. Ester couldn’t help glancing over her shoulder at the damnable painting smiling so ethereally back at her.
By Hugh Alan3 years ago in Fiction

Hugh Alan

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Necropolis19

Danse Macabre

Liston's Knife

Lapis Lazuli

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