R.M. Marsh
Bio
Creative writer, visual thinker, filmmaker & illustrative artist.
Stories (4/0)
My God
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But this astronaut was hearing them filtering through the static of the intercom. She was too afraid to move so she sat still curling her fingers around the cold metal of a crucifix that hung preciously down in front of her throat, offering her some comfort. The astronaut closed her eyes and muttered a prayer under several deep heavy breaths.
By R.M. Marsh2 years ago in Horror
Birthday Candle
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The candle burned at its wick, (the string that sticks out of the top). But this wick wasn’t any ordinary wick, but made from an upright, twisted mess of hair.
By R.M. Marsh2 years ago in Fiction
Deep Sea-Dwelling Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley... But ever since they’d awoken… life for humans had not been the same. The gigantic territorial beasts took over large portions of land. They incinerated crops, livestock and caused natural disasters in their wake. The largest ones were capable of causing hurricanes with the single motion of a wing while others caused tidal waves when they decided to take a swim.
By R.M. Marsh2 years ago in Fiction
