T. A. Brimer
Bio
Yoink! I love music and horror, writing is what I do, and I'll do it till I die.
Stories (7/0)
He Cuts His Way
Lawrence closed the door behind him with a huff, his arms ached, and his legs wiggled. Depositing his things in a nearby chair, he didn't bother trying to make it look neat; he just let it all fall. Dragging himself to the small kitchen in his apartment, he sat down at the bar curling his legs up to the wooden beam of the chair to let them recover. It wouldn't take long for his stomach to protest his lack of empathy towards it and their mutual need for food.
By T. A. Brimerabout a year ago in Horror
Club Psycho
Lisa Michel blinked a few times looking at herself in the mirror. She had a really bad headache that wouldn't go away. Her friends had warned her against drinking, it was Lisa's first time. Lurching about the bathroom, Lisa found her way into one of the stalls and sat down on the toilet to hold her head in pain.
By T. A. Brimer2 years ago in Horror
Dread Knights
The emblem sat quietly in her palm, but Bailey knew it was alive. She stared at the blood-red ruby in its face, waiting for it to jump or skitter away. Anything, that's all Bailey wanted to see. Things had been happening ever since she swiped it from the exhibit at the castle museum. Some of them had made her question the sanity she held dear.
By T. A. Brimer2 years ago in Horror
