The streets were a blur as the Boogieman sped past the neighborhood to the church which the reverend preached at. A few moments later, it arrived. Nobody would be dreaming this early. No need to search. The Boogieman moved straight into the church and began looking for the reverend. It was not busy, but also not empty. A small group of men and women remained, chatting by the main door. Three individuals were pra...
Evelyn: Going to sleep now. Have fun at work! Love you. Paul stared at this particular message on his phone. He was supposed to be working, but nobody really checks on logistics until something goes wrong. The thing he loved about his job was that he did not really have to care. He would do work sometimes, but mostly he would be left on his own. Paul: Alright, sweet dreams. Talk to you soon. &...
Paul sat slumped towards his computer. He stared blankly at the news reports and sipped occasionally at the soda in front of him. The last few months had been eventful- and not in a good way. He had a new enemy. One which he could not kill. An Angel. The last time he had actually killed someone was four months back. Most of the time, he got there too late. Paul always did his research, going to their houses the night bef...
At 5pm in the afternoon, the sun was starting to set. A shadow was much harder to hide in the day, but Paul was moving very fast, and he need not take the pedestrian paths. Sprinting straight through gardens, walls, and sheds, he would be easily mistaken as the shadow of a large bird. There were also plenty of other shadows to run between. 5pm, he found, was the earliest he could be in this form. He had to hurry, or he woul...
Early afternoon, especially in the summer, is always too bright. Paul sat in his study as he stared into the computer screen. One of the sites he visited, Reddit, had started tracking murders committed by the Boogieman. There were 17 so far. Each had comments in the thousands. Some of the victims were police, corrupt council members, and other government workers- yet the list also included mafia members, tycoons, and a f...
It was a normal Friday afternoon at one of our favorite cafes. Business was slow, and we were enjoying ourselves- laughing and drinking at the front of the cafe, where a small wooden ledge met the sidewalk. We were both so young, and new to the city too. We had grand dreams, and planned for many years together. A man walked by. A big man- looked like he was military. He looked at us with a mean glance, and started walkin...
How wonderful and fulfilling it is to serve a god who cares. Hello, Maximus. You must be here to replace me. My name is Nox. I have been a guardian of the heavenly realm of Manuhteh for a great many years. It has been so long, that it is hard to remember how many years I have guarded this realm. I am a century and two decades old- which must put my servitude to this place at a little less than that. First, I must cong...
On nights this dark, nobody is safe. A howling wind tore through the city, raising dust and dirt to cover everything. It was a clear night, but only a sliver of the moon remained. Streetlights provided the only reliable illumination. In this particular suburb, on this particular night, all was quiet save for the incessant wind. No footsteps. No warning. Out of the shadows a figure formed. It curled up against a partic...
The year is 2073, and technology is finally able to extend human life and vitality indefinitely. Death is a choice, a simple matter of when you are ready. I am writing now because I have found that I need to die. The mayfly lives for 24 hours before it dies. When the first specimen made it past day 365, humanity rejoiced. We had challenged our gods, and won. We beat death. We should have looked past our science and pride...
Nobody notices the little things. Often, they are the most beautiful. Have you ever wondered about dust? It is something we have all seen, and had to remove- but have you really thought about it? Every speck tells a story, if you know how to look. By the time you finish reading this story, you would have shed another 3 thousand skin cells. The dust knows all your secrets. It knows your likes, dislikes, strengths, and ...