the radio sounded and caused him to jump bursts of static came into the capsule broken words from home unable… rescue… sorry thank you for your service all he could make out as he drifted towards the dark side again the oxygen indicator beeped again low levels he wouldn’t make it into the light again […]
The following is an excerpt of the short story: Comic Death by Agyani, which you can find in the anthology Static Dreams Volume One. Inside you’ll find nine dark and twisted stories written by him and other amazing authors. I hope you enjoy this little snippet. Oh, and click any of the links below to […]
When I held him in my arms, he was so small. So small. I cried oh god how I cried. I asked, is there anything we can do? The doctor said, I’m sorry no, he’s just too small. I cried harder. Please, I’ll do anything, anything at all. Please. Please! Save him! Let him live, […]
at first there was excruciating, agonizing pain sweat on my lip, my heart beat erratically my breathing was uneven, ragged my heart paused skipped, missed, paused again I stopped breathing I kept staring at the window blind without really seeing anything at all everything stretched and elongated like separating a yolk from the white I […]
sitting in a pile of rubbish every piece of my life surrounding me I emptied the cabin piled it up out in the woods I know what you’re planning I looked through your phone you should use a better password you asshole you won’t take her life her will doesn’t even name you you may […]
It would be a mercy killing, right? I hesitate. The boy can’t be more than five. But his eyes are dead and he shows no emotion. He has been drowned and resurrected so many times I wonder how he still lives. He harbors no hope for himself and neither do I. There are scars where […]
I had finally fallen asleep, something which does not come easy for me. How did you get in? I didn’t even hear you, didn’t feel your approach. My chest erupts in a fountain of pain and confusion. My god, is that a knife, this can’t be happening, can’t be real. Please stop . . . […]
From the inky depths something calls deep crying out to deep Staring over the edge he feels the pull stretches his hand forth He sees his reflection beneath it, movement withdraws his hand in terror stumbles backwards His heel catches on a coil of rope down he tumbles, arms flailing He lifts his voice in […]
Last night I said, “I cried less today than yesterday.” And I felt like it was some small triumph. But today I go pick up his ashes and I’m not sure how to carry on. I’ve done nothing but cry today. I cried literally from the moment I woke up to the time I went […]
we all have expiration dates he knew that because that’s what everyone always told him they said that when his dad died at 51 they said that when his mom got sick they said that when frank at the office fell off his chair during the quarterly meeting and died right there they said that […]
