Rodolfo Garcia
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Stories (5/0)
Through the Flames (Pt. 4)
No rest. Arthur slept restlessly, dreaming about his family, his town, the fire that engulfed everything around him, the panic he felt, the fear that gripped at his heart. He relived the whole ordeal over and over again in his dreams. Not the most restful night sleep he has ever had to say the least.
By Rodolfo Garcia6 years ago in Horror
Through the Flames (Pt. 3)
Arthur lay there, pain still coursing through his body after trying to stand up. He looked around. It was too dark to make out any details, but he did know he was laying down on a thin bed roll; he felt the earth under him. He looked to his side and saw a cup next to him, he reached out, and grabbed it.
By Rodolfo Garcia6 years ago in Horror
Through the Flames
I need to find my family. Arthur kept thinking over and over again as he stood there frozen for what felt like hours, staring at the mountain man as he bent down to pick up the severed head of the girl he just decapitated. As the Mountain Man started to turn, one of the village people ran into Arthur as she was running away, too scared to look where she was going.
By Rodolfo Garcia6 years ago in Horror
Through the Flames
The sun, beaming down. Bushels of hay being thrown over the shoulder, the cows grazing on the field. He was too busy working to notice the sly creature stalking up behind him, ready to pounce at any moment. Held breath, one leg lifts slowly. Pause. Making sure that they haven’t been heard. Slowly a second step. And a third. Inching closer and closer. Waiting for the ideal moment. Like slow motion, at the full extent of one of the bushels being thrown over the shoulder; the pounce! “Got you!”
By Rodolfo Garcia6 years ago in Horror
