Reed Mcabre
Bio
I'm a man in recovery with a beautiful family, working in the recovery field to help others find what I've found. I've been writing music and stories for as long as I can remember and I hope you'll check out and enjoy some of my work!
Stories (6/0)
The Secret Life of Jonah
I had never done anything like this before. Not even close. I had my troubles as a younger man but that was a long time ago. Some, if not most of those troubles were certainly against the law but this was not like that. This was something different. Something I’d never felt before. Something new. While not exactly a happy day, I welcomed the change; Although, “change” falls painfully short of doing the situation any real justice. I think “destroy” sums it up a little better; because that is exactly what I’ve done: destroyed. Destroyed everything.
By Reed Mcabre12 months ago in Horror
Monster
December 22nd, 2012, 3:13 AM I'm so fucking scared. I have no idea where I am or how I got here. Just that it's dark. Too dark. For the first few hours, I wasn't even sure if I was alive. I spent a long time waving my hand in front of my face, willing my eyes to see it until I remembered my phone, which was somehow still in my pocket. No service, 40% battery. That mix of wonderful and shit luck seemed to be evidence enough that I wasn't drifting through some sort of posthumous void. That's something. I took a quick look around the room with my phone's flashlight before shutting it off to save the battery. There was nothing to see anyway. How the fuck did I get here?
By Reed Mcabre12 months ago in Horror
Dream Job
The time had come around again. Whether a man filled his wallet by keeping books for a corporation, lawyering, contract killing, or pinning back the loose skin on aging faces, the truth remained the same: Money talks. Morris Shotwell, while plenty unique in modern-day America was no exception to the rule. His craft was his bread and butter - and his craft he did perform, albeit as little as he could. His work did not please him in any way, other than maintaining his livelihood, the way of life to which he had grown accustomed.
By Reed Mcabre12 months ago in Fiction
The Hunted
“This ain’t gonna end the way you think, Reed!” Warren, the bounty hunter, yelled loud enough to be heard over the wind as it forced the sand and dust into a lover’s dance. Reed wasn’t much of a talker and preferred to go rather than show. He also knew he wouldn’t have the luxury of being invisible to these imbeciles much longer.
By Reed Mcabre3 years ago in Fiction
Ollie's World
Ollie wondered if every other boy his age counted their footfalls as they walked home after school. Or any other boy his age for that matter. He wondered how many times he had walked that same street day after day, year after year and how many more times he would have yet to count the 3,562 steps that separated his house from the bus stop. Despite being a newly 13 year old boy, Ollie had a complete disinterest in high-tech or “smart” gadgets like phones or tablets. Sure, he had seen videos on the phones of classmates - typically from over their shoulder, in secret - but he truly couldn’t understand how someone could handle owning such a raw source of enormous, terrifying stimulation like that of a cell phone, let alone become so hopelessly dependent upon it.
By Reed Mcabre3 years ago in Fiction