Skylar Sturtevant
Bio
I’m a 27 year old father and husband. I’m currently an English major at my local university and I have dreams to be an English teacher.
Stories (11/0)
The Nameless
Amidst the ancient woods, where the threshold between our worlds was thinnest, I feverishly ran. Malicious whispers infected my ears with horrible intensity, swarming in the deepest recesses of my mind. The howling and icy wind scraped against black decaying branches. I stepped on one and it cracked as loud as a broken spine. I shot a backwards glance, desperately praying that I wasn’t heard. My hope swiftly died as the same vile and repugnant stench of rotting meat was in the air. I could see the amalgamation of ineffable pustules veiled in the dark foliage…it found me.
By Skylar Sturtevant11 months ago in Fiction
Migraines
Ever since we were children, my brother always had the worst migraines. When he was 5, there would be nights where he was up all night screaming in excruciating pain. The lights were turned off and he had an ice pack over his eyes, but it didn’t seem to help much. The next morning he would wake completely disoriented and groggy.
By Skylar Sturtevant12 months ago in Horror
The Irresponsibly Chaotic Time Traveler
Arriving in the year 1381, Lee stepped out of the machine and onto the wet grass of the British moors. The metal door was slightly stuck in the mud, but that didn’t bother him. He was just excited that it worked. Stealing the time machine paid off and he’d evaded being captured for the time being.
By Skylar Sturtevantabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. That small and lonely window was the only view of the free world remaining, which is why he hid it behind a painting. Kaiden and Elise couldn’t afford to let the last remnant of an abandoned hope die out with their ancestors. Kaiden made sure to hide the portal to the outside world from the authorities every chance he had for that reason.
By Skylar Sturtevantabout a year ago in Fiction
The Vanishing
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. In my field of work, I attempt to document and study the causes of the world’s strangest phenomena. There is a case in particular that has caught my attention, known to locals as the Vanish of Woodstock. The press has reported that in broad daylight on an otherwise normal, yet brutally cold, January day, the people of Woodstock, Illinois walked out of their cars, their homes, their jobs, and simply walked as far as their legs could take them. There were no lights, no warnings, no announcement, not a single plan was put in place for this kind of mass exodus. I feel I have no choice but to learn the cause, as the police seem to have given up and ruled it as nothing of importance, but there is something off about this case, I can feel it.
By Skylar Sturtevant2 years ago in Horror
