R. M. Staniforth
Bio
R. M. Staniforth is a writer of many fictional short stories, mainly focused in the genre of horror and thriller. Many of his stories have been narrated on podcasts and YouTube.
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Stories (6/0)
A Demon Named Frank
Authors Note: This was the first short story I ever wrote, written in a CreepyPasta style and originally posted on the CreepyPasta website. Since writing this story, I have learned a lot and grown as a writer. Subsequently, considered rewriting the story in it’s entirety. But as I started, something about that felt wrong. I’ve decided to leave the story as it is, albeit slightly rudimentary. I hope you enjoy.
By R. M. Staniforth2 years ago in Fiction
The Day Mark Met Death
Mark knew he was dying weeks before the doctor told him, for Mark had seen Death. The first time Mark saw death was deep in the night. He had woken and rushed to the toilet to vomit, and found himself unable to fall back to sleep through the pain. This was normal for Mark, given the advanced state of his illness, so he already had a routine for such events. He brewed himself some Tea, Chamomile and Lavender, which was sometimes the only thing he could keep down, and sat down in front of his large bay windows to gaze upon the tree line of the forest at the edge of his property.
By R. M. Staniforth2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - August 2022
My D.N.A. Genealogy Test Shattered Everything I Thought I Knew About My Life Top Story - August 2022
My DNA Genealogy Test REsults Shattered Everything I Thought I Knew About My Life I sat against the red and brown brick wall outside the police station, knees tucked into my chest. My heavy breaths clouded in front of me as the cold winter air bit at my skin, making my fingers numb, but I didn’t care. The cold air provided me with the only sense of peace that I could find right now. Just yesterday, I was just a normal teenage kid living a normal teenage life with normal parents who loved me. Today, everything I thought I knew about my life was shattered.
By R. M. Staniforth2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - August 2022
After 2 years, I finally read my dad’s suicide note.Top Story - August 2022
I took a deep breath to stop the slight shaking in my hand, whispering my affirmation on the exhale, “I’m ready for this, I’m ready,” before sliding the blue-lined notebook paper out from its envelope. It was finally ready to read my dad’s suicide note.
By R. M. Staniforth2 years ago in Fiction