Josh O'Neill
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Stories (15/0)
Perspicacity
Sometimes Jimmy just knew. He didn’t know how he knew, it just… was there. It was never anything extraordinary; he just… seemed to have fortune on his side is the best way to put it. He always seemed to be in the right place at the right time; he always had the word at the tip of your tongue; he always won at bingo. Good things just seemed to happen to him.
By Josh O'Neill2 years ago in Fiction
The Night Rufus Died
1 He was old. He was tired. His existence had become redundant. He was running out of people to be; of lives to live. He had seen it; he had done it. A few times. Human life no longer held any charm or offered any mystery. After walking the earth for 3,000 years, the mundanity and predictability were becoming too much. His desire for continued existence was waning.
By Josh O'Neill2 years ago in Fiction
What a Horrible Night to Have a Curse
The feeling was mutual between Tom Belmont and the city of Chicago - they didn’t like each other. The only reason he came here was the sales; he just knew how to talk to people here. True, he suffered a bit and felt weird and uncomfortable, but the money, food, and the pleasures made it worthwhile. Every year when Chicago came up on the calendar, it was always faced with an initial dread. His experience had shown that it always ended up a success, but still… ick.
By Josh O'Neill3 years ago in Fiction
Ceremony
It was beginning. After thousands of years of planning, passing down the ancient secrets, rituals and rites, was it finally happening. The drums came to a deafening crescendo, then stopped. Umbula, The Grand Prophet, stepped up to the pulpit. He looked among his followers, his precious acolytes, now numbering just over 11,000. A little over half were gathered here, in a cave in the Dead Sea. The other half were gathered in small groups all over the world; ready, chanting, waiting.
By Josh O'Neill3 years ago in Horror