Hyde Wunderli
Bio
Enthusiast of dark romanticism or, gothic romance.
Inspired by the works of edger Allen Poe, Herman Melville, Charles Dickens, and Stephen King
Here for the dopamine, the passion, and the challenge to push my comfort zone.
Stories (11/0)
The other side of the Mirror
Bran woke from the comfort of a padded back. First, it was the hair sprouting from Ursus’collar and tickling Bran’s nose that woke him. Then, it was the sound of a low grumble. Ursus breathed as if screws tumbled about in his grungy mouth. Despite being woken up it made Bran laugh a little.
By Hyde Wunderli 2 months ago in Chapters
The Other Side of the Mirror
Chapter 1: Adventure begins White sheets whiplash in the wind like sails out at sea. The clothesline swung as a loose trapeze. A crow, perched on the roof, took flight into the incoming wind. Shutters of the old house clapped as the thunderous symphony began its opera in the sky.
By Hyde Wunderli 3 months ago in Chapters
- Top Story - February 2024
Winter in the TrenchesTop Story - February 2024
November 20th, 1916 Dearest Kathleen, Snow came to wipe the sins of man. With it, the harsh punishment of blistering cold. Despite the heavy layers of white, it will never wash away the blood. Its stains are the remembrance of how far men will go when they believe the righteousness in what they’re fighting for.
By Hyde Wunderli 3 months ago in Fiction
The Coyote Man
July 3rd Day two. Times up. The cowboy fought hard. Searched long. Came up unsuccessful. Cotton strands formed around his cracked lips. He clicked his tongue. Nothing to swallow. His hat collected sweat and dirt. He wore a barbwire necklace. In silence, he cursed his protruding adam's apple that was taking abuse from the sharp barbs. A cylinder, metal container was wrapped in the wire like a homemade crystal necklace. It ticked softly.
By Hyde Wunderli 4 months ago in Criminal
Identity Pending
The first time I watched Forrest Gump I was sitting up in a hospital bed fresh out of surgery. I remember being impacted by how Forrest overcame his disability and struggles. Then as an adult, I learned to appreciate the underlying humor in the movie.
By Hyde Wunderli 5 months ago in Humans
Are We There Yet?
Just for a moment, I wanted to embrace the light. All I had to do was not correct the wheel. ‘Poetic Justice.’ I thought The blinding lights from the Semi Truck filled the space of my tiny windshield just before I swerved. The truck passed like a bull plowing through the streets of Madrid. Sitting water jumped from the road and submerged my car.
By Hyde Wunderli 6 months ago in Fiction
Heels
Heels Another anxious night, Jacob must spend alone. Melancholy, and not looking forwards to restless joints in a bed without a bedframe. A pillow overdue for the dumpster. And the insistent sound of buzzing in the walls. He does, however, finally have something to look forward to when he goes to turn out his lights. Something curious, Something sublime and something ghostly satisfying to heavy his eyes into finally resting.
By Hyde Wunderli 7 months ago in Horror
Memoir Of A Deadman
Never thought I’d be the victim of a murder. Shot in silk and disarrayed bed sheets. If I had my choice I’d be hugging a bottle of fine scotch with Bruce Springsteen playing in the living room. While I slept, my subconscious would be having a confrontational conversation with the thunder until my heart finally threw in the towel.
By Hyde Wunderli 9 months ago in Criminal
