Tag: fiction

Fairbanks Island – Day 9

The quality is dropping significantly now because I’m trying to figure out who does what and when. That’s why I’m hastily skipping parts so that I don’t have to rewrite them in case I change my mind later. My rule of thumb in these…

Fairbanks Island – Day 8

Enjoy chapter 7, unedited. You can keep track of my progress HERE

A Murderer – Poem

The world is not kind to murderers, is what they want you to think. In truth, it’s an asset! They know what you are. They know you are of use. © Christopher Stamfors

Tell the Truth!

I’ve read many sorts of books and I’ve come to realise that in the English speaking world, it is very common to have stories with themes. A red line that ties the story together. I’ve read a couple of the classics from my own…

The Darkness that Remain – Very Short Story

Deep in the dark there lay a man. This man has no name, indeed, no memory of his past. He simply is, peering and listening to whatever catches him, for the darkness is always there, like a weight that keeps him from moving. Many…

Deathly Glare – Poem

​My sight of deathly glare, that drains away that which makes you sane. Only at nothingness may my eyes peer, and as such, my curse be sealed. © Christopher Stamfors

Curious Gaze – Very Short Story

In the woods, along the river Great, there was a cottage far from any other homes. The forest was dark, with deep chasms and gnarly roots growing in a patchwork of threads, and nobody would set foot in these parts. Yet there the cottage…

Where’s the Light? – Poem

So the light had vanished, and nothing could be seen. What was left of the world we knew? Where could it be? We search the land, the ocean and the sky. Perhaps it was all our imagination, written down and succumbed to our mind….

Abandoned – Very Short Story

The floor was cold as I awoke. My jaw was sore and my body was stiff, and when I opened my eyes, I couldn’t tell where I was. It was dark. The walls were pitch-black but I could see a bed without a mattress….

Desert Ocean – Poem

Waves of the desert, dunes rising high, they are the bridges across the empty stretches, of the land where nothing survive. But across this empty land, there lie riches abundant, foreign lands who yearn our wares. We are are the people of the forest,…

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