Nicholas R Yang
Bio
An Archaeologist and aspiring Doctor, I am a part-time writer from the East Coast of Canada. Written multiple plays, poems, and short stories. Currently has a single published work, available through Amazon Canada. "Musings From The Other"
Stories (38/0)
I Understand...
I write this to my Mother-In-Law on behalf of the one I love most in this whole world. I don’t do this out of hate, or anger. In fact, I love and care for you. I do this because my wife won’t ever say this to you, and you won’t read this, but it’s important for you to hear.
By Nicholas R Yang2 years ago in Confessions
Slava Ukraini
As I sit here at my PC to write this on a sunny and fairly warm March afternoon in North America, I find myself at a loss for words. Nothing I say can take the pain away from those who suffer needlessly at the hands of a maniac dictator-wanna-be’s attempt to rebuild a failed Communist state. All those soldiers fighting through the bitter cold, watching their people get slaughtered indiscriminately because they are winning a fight brought to their doorstep and refuse to bow to a bloodthirsty Tsar want-to-be.
By Nicholas R Yang2 years ago in Serve
Hunt: Showdown, A Review
I figured I would take a break from all my serious writing to complete a quick review for Hunt: Showdown. Recently (as in this morning) I finished writing a heavy piece called "The Owl Spirit" for one of the lovely challenges Vocal runs. It was depressing, dark, but had a nice ending. I felt that to help get rid of some of that negative energy I would review this excellent game to replace some of that bad energy.
By Nicholas R Yang2 years ago in Gamers
Not-A-Radio-Story
"Has she been doing it again?" I heard the orderly’s annoyingly raspy, whisper of a voice ask his colleague outside my door. They always talk like I’m not here, it’s like I am a ghost to them. The worst part is that blasted Radio I always hear playing from somewhere. Day, night, always playing… something.
By Nicholas R Yang3 years ago in Horror
The Note (Part 2)
As Kersey moved forward slowly, the Madman screamed and shuffled back, “No please, they will kill us all!” He took a step towards the door, fear in his eyes from something unknown. He pushed the knife until it bit into his flesh. Red liquid rolled down his neck, trickling onto his tattered white shirt.
By Nicholas R Yang3 years ago in Horror