Martin Maldonado
Stories (3/0)
Gargoyle
I grew up in this building. I've explored every floor, heard every story, often repeatedly. It's the oldest building in this town and the one with the most statues on the roof. I've spent hours up there observing the night sky amongst the cables, satellites, and gargoyles. What a big town facade for our little hamlet; statues on the building like a miniature Gotham.
By Martin Maldonado2 years ago in Horror
Hilltop
The sky is dreary today. No discernable clouds, the whole sky is just a blanket of grey. I can see past the branches in the trees above me, the edge of the forest directly in my eyeline. It’s cold today. I thought today was the coldest day of the year so far but apparently it’s not. I can’t hear much of anything past the breeze and the waving branches above. There’s a muffled sloshing I think I can attribute to tilting my head too much in the shower. But I can still hear the breeze. There’s some laughter or maybe shouting in the distance, but it all blends.
By Martin Maldonado3 years ago in Horror
20k
Sal’s been sitting in his chair since he woke up today. Though there are no less than a dozen things he could be doing, he hasn’t found the motivation for any of it. The apartment has been so quiet, aside from the squeak of his rotating computer chair. Soon, the realization that his roommate also hasn’t made a sound hits Sal.
By Martin Maldonado3 years ago in Humans