Oliver Kane
Bio
My name is Oliver Kane, and I am a self published author. My goal is to explore the expression that can be found within this odd telepathic act we call writing. I do that almost entirely through the genre of horror.
Happy Reading,
O.K.
Stories (3/0)
Holes
Holes Oliver Kane It began, for him, on the night of July fifth. He had cleaned, of course, but still found bits of paper and plastic wrappers—those ripped from the bodies of small fireworks—on the concrete footing of the back yard, and he still almost caught a whiff of their hot sulfurous odor from within his house and back yard and from those of his neighbors. He knew it wasn’t really there, that it was only a particularly persistent memory, and in truth it was only almost a smell, yet he disliked it. Those wafts of an almost organic odor.
By Oliver Kane 9 months ago in Horror
To Weather the Storm
If walls could talk, and I’m sure that they can, they would tell tales untold by human tongues. Ever-present, the walls are, and ever watchful. One might think that they are alone in the night, only themselves, the bed, and the dark, but there are at least four walls, and usually more, that loom and look upon the sleepers, tentative and unperturbed alike. One might not even see the walls around them as they walk the streets, or shower off the day’s sweat and grime, or masturbate themselves, or set off bombs, or murder children. But who is it that continues to see as we sleep? As we turn our backs or close our eyes for the barest moment? It is the walls.
By Oliver Kane about a year ago in Fiction
Imboden
“Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily—how calmly I can tell you the whole story.” -Edgar Allen Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart
By Oliver Kane about a year ago in Horror
