Darkthorn’s Blog

What the hell were they doing in my car? The sounds of loud giggling and some occasional moans which filtered from the windows of my station wagon indicated what they were doing, but not why they were using my car for the purpose. A blonde’s head and her unclothed torso appeared briefly, frowning at me. [...]

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The wind blew though the valley, whispering sweet promises into the ears of the dwellers. All except three. They watched the rich oasis below, wondering how to obtain its waters without being caught. Every year, more people came and it was harder to survive. They had been left orphaned by starvation and slavery, their only [...]

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He stood at the brink of the gate with his eyes closed and a look of concentration on his face. The bridge retracted so slowly, and the forces of darkness were uncomfortably close. Even as I watched, a goblin took a leap towards the end of the bridge, barely missing. I knew the Devil would [...]

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My kitchen table is a worn old beast, covered with scratches and dents. It has been in the family as long as I can remember. It used to have a glass top, but one memorable day my brother dropped a glass of milk on it and it shattered. That family story is where I would [...]

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Sarah approached the tattoo shop warily, it was in the corner, right at the back of the shopping center. It certainly didn’t fit in with the rest of this place, it even seemed to exude menace, warning people away from it. The skulls painted on the walls outside did nothing to quell my anxiety. It [...]

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Sarah dragged her feet down the stairs. The school had hired a couple of bouncers to keep the yet unworthy from its lower levels. This would be the real test. The actual results didn’t matter so much, she just needed to proceed downwards. “Halt.” The bouncers were just automations after all. Sarah had never been [...]

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My relationship with Kate had a rocky beginning. It all started about a week after she had joined my class in the middle of year 8. I suppose I felt jealous, because she was coming into MY class from an ordinary class. We had our first argument in sport class. I hd never liked sport, [...]

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We were sitting there, in his bedroom listening to music, It was good music: I had brought my CD’s with me all the way from Victoria. He shared his room with his older brother, but it looked like his room. When I had entered the room, what had struck me was the tidiness of it. [...]

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