Joshua Mills
Stories (3/0)
The Sea of Trees
Startled by a single thud of turbulence, Sean Crawford awoke from his nap aboard Takai Airlines, flight 672. Taking a moment to collect himself, he looked out the window. Peering out into the expanse, Sean thought that the layer of clouds looked like a rough ocean that the plane was flying just above. Thoughts like these had entertained him his whole life. Nothing can keep a man occupied like a wandering mind, especially on a 13 hour flight from JFK to Narita Airport in Tokyo.
By Joshua Mills3 years ago in Horror
Infectious.
The little compass on my dashboard has not moved from the position of “NW” for over an hour now. Now that I’ve made my way out of the city, the interstate is wide open. Its well into November, and the sun is darting through miles of thick, leafless trees. I glance down at my phone screen and immediately smile when I see that full bars has dropped off to “No Service” in just the last few miles. I look back up at the horizon. It’s only 2pm, but the sun is already casting long shadows. Shadows that will bring full dark by 5pm.
By Joshua Mills3 years ago in Horror
A Lifetime of Buddy
“Come on Buddy, let's get some breakfast,” Teddy called out as he woke. These were usually the first words that left his lips in the morning. As Teddy moved from laying to sitting with a laboured grunt, he looked toward the window of the room. The blinds were open only a sliver, and this allowed thin beams of pink morning light to cast in on a diagonal, ending at the floor.
By Joshua Mills3 years ago in Humans