Part II Read “Charlie: Part I” here. Tim went back in his seat and started driving, looked to his right at Sarah, she was happy, and she kept smiling and looking at Charlie. “Stop looking at him like that, you’ll scare him or something.” Said Tim in a low tone. “Do I scare you, Charlie?”… Continue reading
Part I The rain was falling fast, making the whole town silent, people were running around, holding their umbrellas tight, and so was Tim, who was running to the hospital. Tim’s wife was giving birth to their first child in a hospital 10 minutes away, and he was running as hard as he could. When… Continue reading
The bar was full of the laughs of the drunk women, pirates that were preparing to go to sea that day. They were all looking happy, dancing, telling stories, and talking shit about their husbands. Helga Morgan, the captain of the crew, was a very interesting woman, she was intelligent and beautiful, her black hair… Continue reading
Children of the grave
In the front of the mirror, there was Marcus, looking at his grey face, with eyes looking like they were going to fall from their orbits. He kept touching his face, his hands were only bones, and so was all of his body. His clothes were dusty, full of mud, and he was confused. He… Continue reading
A short fiction story writer, passionate about horror, thriller, and gothic. Also an art, psychology, and philosophy lover.