Tom Strachan
Stories (3/0)
The Herefter Ch. 2
His eyes opened with a start. Above, he saw gray clouds in the sky above. The leafless tree tops swayed in the wind. He was cold. Damn he was cold. Slowly, he got to his feet. Was he in an accident? He didn't feel hurt. Steve – that was his name, wasn't it? - gingerly patted himself down waiting to feel something out of place. All he could remember was another car's headlights. What the fuck?
By Tom Strachan 3 years ago in Horror
The Hereafter Ch. 1
Steve Hinds awoke on his last day with a groggy start as the old alarm clock rang its twin bells like an irritatingly chipper companion. Without opening his eyes, his heavy hand smashed down on it, silencing it. His head was already throbbing, despite the five Advil he had taken last night to prevent this very thing. After a moment to will his empty stomach not to eject whatever was still in there, he opened his eyes to the stained ceiling above his bed.
By Tom Strachan 3 years ago in Humans
The Pier
Max felt the warm, humid summer air in the open windows as he cruised along in his old pickup, and Sweet Home, Alabama played over the radio. He was driving on a narrow two-lane county road deep in the Arkansas Ozarks to a fishing spot his cousin Earl had told him of. Trees rushed by, hugging the road tightly, as the amber lighting bugs flashed slowly in the still summer air. The waxing moon, now at three quarters hung high in the sky.
By Tom Strachan 3 years ago in Horror