Riss Ryker
Bio
Riss (Lisa Doesburg) is a painter, writer, and gardener who lives alone with her shadow, a long-haired Chihuahua named Taco.. For those of you looking for more of her writing. You can go here https://www.booksie.com/posting/riss-ryker/
Stories (15/0)
Raising Peanut
I was always told that when you find baby animals in the wild to leave them alone. In most cases, the mother is usually nearby and will care for the infant after your unwanted presence is gone. But in this case, I had put a 'hit' out on the baby's parents.
By Riss Ryker3 years ago in Petlife
Online Dating
If your single, most likely you belong to one or more online dating sites. Don't worry, I won't tell. But I bet all that's ever come out of it is lots of conversation and very little dating. With over 40 million Americans using online dating sites, love has become a very marketable business indeed. World wide, China holds the record with 138 million online dating users a year! I'm seeing dollar signs, aren't you? It doesn't matter if you're married, 11% of all online daters are and a staggering 51% are already in a relationship. Only 21% of online daters consider themselves to be truly single. What a great tool for deception!
By Riss Ryker3 years ago in Humans
The Witnesses
As night lay its dark shadow across the land, giving rise to a moon bright and full, the sleepy city of Applewood remained unaware of the meteoroid that hurtled towards the Earth from deep space. As it pushed through the friction of space, its outer core glowed hot with blistering speeds close to sixty thousand miles per hour. Millions of light-years ago, this tiny remnant of a planet was almost the size of Earth, traveling perpetually through the universe with an incontestable destination. Undaunted by its objective, it smashed through galaxies, obliterating all in its path. It had one purpose, one autotelic state, which was about to be realized. The inner core, no bigger than a bowling ball, was all that remained of the great planet as it hurled light-years through infinite space, smashing through the asteroid belt. If it hit solid ground, the impact crater would be huge, but not dreadfully so. As it cooled in dark flight, the last five miles to impact, its core makeup would prevent it from shattering, as is common with meteors that make it through Earth’s atmosphere. Made of matter never seen before by man, its properties were formed during the birth of the solar system itself, predetermined by those who came first. Packed inside its core, the dissolution of Earth.
By Riss Ryker3 years ago in Horror
Toys In The Attic
Asleep within the farthest corners of the darkest section of the attic sat a box. Alone in the shadows, dusty, worn, and forgotten about, it held the contents of one small boy's happiness. Many years had passed since the box had been opened so it sat gathering dust, the contents of the box going into a deep sleep.
By Riss Ryker3 years ago in Humans
The Protagonist
Gordon watched in horror from outside of the car as the dead tore a hunk of flesh from his wife, Junie’s, face, frozen in fear as she begged him to shoot her. Selfishly, he kept the last bullet to himself and just before she died, he witnessed pure hatred animating from her eyes. Backing slowly away from the car, he ran, her hateful gaze burned forever into his brain..
By Riss Ryker3 years ago in Horror
Hunter's Moon
Tobias Smith emerged from the inky depths of the root cellar tunnel, kicked the trap door shut and ran as swiftly as his six-year-old legs could carry him for the safety of the forest. In the distance, he could hear the hoots and screams of the savages as they finished destroying his home. Heart pounding furiously, he scrambled up the small embankment, his small, bare feet slipping precariously on the rocks and loose slate. Tears left trails through the grime on his cheeks, his thick, dark lashes clumping in spikes. Only when he was within the safety of the trees did he chance looking back. Flames licked high above the willows as the front of his house was ablaze. The bodies of his father and big sister, Sarah, lay bloody and mutilated on the front porch, scalps torn free from their heads to hang on the waists of two of three Mohawk warriors. Toby thought of his mother shoving him down the steps of the tunnel his father had dug for emergencies just like this.
By Riss Ryker3 years ago in Horror
Brain Freeze
“’Samuel Clemmons?” “Yes, yes, right here,” Sam stood, gathered his paperwork and followed the young nurse down a long hallway leading into the bowels of the clinic. Going through a set of locked doors, she led him to an exam room where he was asked to remove everything except his socks and briefs. She laid a crisp, sterile gown on the examining table and collected his paperwork.
By Riss Ryker3 years ago in Horror
Goats In the Mist
Andrew looked out the window of his newly purchased home on Ridell Road as he sipped a steaming cup of rich, dark coffee. They were back again. They appeared last night, the little buggers, eyes opaque and glowing through his bedroom windows. He could hear their soft baaing sounds as they each tried to get a peek inside while he lay in bed pretending to sleep. What the hell did they want and why only at night? The strangest damn thing he ever saw. Their soft snorts and baas continued through most of the night like some Old McDonald nightmare. Occasionally they would butt the side of the cabin in frustration, disappearing around four am.
By Riss Ryker3 years ago in Horror
Descent
I wasn’t always like this. Locked up in this place of sterile, soft walls, my head tangled with insanity. Once I was animated, full of hopes and dreams for the future. My husband and I owned a four bedroom, ranch-style home on six acres of wooded property just outside the city of Albany, New York. We were your normal suburban family with a mortgage, car payments, college funds and money set aside for retirement.
By Riss Ryker3 years ago in Horror
Last Meal
Damn, he was cold. So cold, in fact, it crept into the very marrow of his bones. His thin, wool blanket did nothing but make him itch, along with the lice. His 6' x 8' cell was so damp that the walls oozed with a fine sheen of water, glistening in the dull, yellow light coming from the catwalk.
By Riss Ryker3 years ago in Horror
