Patrick Santiago
Bio
Just a person saved by words on a page hoping he can do the same for someone else...
Stories (20/0)
NO MAN'S LAND
1918 I left from one war and found myself coming home to another. One would argue it wasn’t the Great War’s trenches that destroyed me, but what was waiting for me when I returned home. I had nightmares about it, the terror of returning to no wife, no baby girl. As if covered in debris and the spits of war wasn’t enough – I was burdened by nightmares while sleeping in those trenches. They say war brings you closer to life and death, that some soldiers lose themselves in it that they begin to see things, moments that haven’t happened yet, relatives long dead and buried. I never believed such things could happen; but it seemed life and death met in the battlefields of men in more ways than one.
By Patrick Santiago3 years ago in Fiction
PH//FACES
"Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places” Howard P. Lovecraft Casey’s hands were spread out infront of him. He could feel the sticky texture of dried coffee stains and syrup beneath his fingers – no one had cleaned the table before he and his father occupied it. He had been digging into the guck for the last 4 minutes. His father’s battered, bloodied and bruised face was the inciting element that sent every molecule, thought and mental defect into overdrive in a matter of seconds.
By Patrick Santiago3 years ago in Horror
