Stephen Biller
Bio
I'm a freelance writer who needs a little coffee to fuel a lot of imagination. Follow me on social media @oldmanbiller.
Stories (6/0)
Prey For Me Pt. 6
Aaliyah, Skeagan, and Valentina sat around the Prey brothers’ room, intently discussing the situation with the missing teens. Skeagan and Val had updated Aaliyah on their discovery at the abandoned gas station. They were now trying to decide their best next move. Foremost in their minds were the pros and cons of bringing in adult help.
By Stephen Biller6 years ago in Horror
Prey For Me Pt. 5
The sun sliced into the night sky with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel. Slowly, the clouds turned from a bruised purple to warm orange, as blades of golden light cut across the sky. Skeagan had slept fitfully through the night, after Aaliyah took him home. He was up before dawn, ready to move forward in the search for his brother. He watched the sky changing from his perch on the branch of a pine tree. The thick, green branches hid him from the mortals below.
By Stephen Biller6 years ago in Horror
Prey For Me Pt. 3
EVANN Beep! Beep! Beep! Evann woke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the blood thundering through his head. His pulse sounded as loud as his alarm, and he felt nauseous. Reaching over, he slammed a hand down towards his alarm. Instead, it came down on his glasses with a crack. He swore under his breath and fumbled around trying to get at the right button on the alarm clock.
By Stephen Biller6 years ago in Horror
Prey For Me: Pt. 2
“Why, Logan?” Skeagan looked at his brother. “I just don’t understand why.” Logan’s friend Evann had been delivered safely home. Through a second-story window, Skeagan had noticed. Apparently, Evann’s family did not know of their son’s nighttime expeditions, either. The brothers now sat on a high branch of a 50 foot pine tree near their family’s country home. Logan sat closest to the trunk, leaning back against it. His eyes were closed, but Skeagan knew he wasn’t really asleep. The younger boy sat mid-branch, his feet dangling. The chilly wind that had been blowing earlier was now little more than a breeze, playing absently with Skeagan’s hair.
By Stephen Biller6 years ago in Horror
Prey For Me Pt. 1
The wind that blew against the back of Skeagan’s bare neck was bitterly cold. The sturdy, dark-haired young man could not tell, however. From birth, he had been unable to feel either hot or cold. No one in his family could. It was sort of a family trait, one of many that set them apart from other people in the small town of Swansboro, NC were they lived. Set them apart from most other people in the world, actually.
By Stephen Biller6 years ago in Horror