Skeletor's Scintillant Stories

I wrote this in about 10 minutes, then cleaned it up a bit. I rather like the result. Tell me what you think. The Abstract Thought Machine The artificial life form sat alone in the room. Its ability to think was hampered by a rather strange contraption at the top of its construct. How thoughts could enter such an absurd looking thing the mind had no idea. Perhaps it was that very absudity that allowed its mode of thought. Strands crawled across its scalp like worms and its mouth split in an... Sign in to see full entry.

The exciting conclusion to Morgan's first written adventure! “There’s only one man in there! You four cowards rush him; the rest of us will provide cover.” Godfrey held the rifle club-like in one hand while drawing his knife with the other. The bandits fired blindly into the darkness as they ran in, and he felt the sting of shattered rock from a ricochet on his face. He had chosen his position well, and the bandits were forced to come at him one at a time. The first of the group was armed only... Sign in to see full entry.

The final man must have gone deeper into the mine, as Godfrey did not find him as quickly as the first two. While searching, Morgan happened upon a chamber filled with still, human-shaped forms. He checked several to make sure they were dead, and discovered the brutal signs of torture. From their varied clothing Godfrey thought them to be travelers waylaid on the roads watched by the bandits. He was not opposed to killing, he had done much of it himself; however, he was opposed to killing the... Sign in to see full entry.

“Why does ole’ Hood have to rouse us so early? The roads will still be there come a few hours.” This voice was nasal and petulant. “Cause he’s the Hood, he don’t need no other reason you mangy cur.” This one was acerbic and annoyed. The two men emerged from the mine walking beside one another. They were clad similarly in dirty trousers and short jackets stained with dirt and dust from the mine. Godfrey watched them closely, but they appeared content to mill about the entrance. Shortly after the... Sign in to see full entry.

Godfrey spent the next day holed up at the inn recommended by the shopkeeper. There, he made several more inquiries into the matter of the bandits. He discovered they were led by a man who called himself the Hood. It was told he always wore such a garment, and that his face was scarred horribly beneath. More importantly, neither the local constabulary nor the militia was inclined to exterminate the vermin. As to why, Godfrey surmised corruption. A thin smile played upon his feral face, as such... Sign in to see full entry.

So I finally read the bit about splitting longer pieces up in order for them to be more readable. I've since taken down all of the long entries and I will be serializing all stories from now on. This first one is The Vengeful Shadow. It was the first story I ever wrote about Morgan. It's somewhat light on plot, but I tried to make up for it with action. Give it a read and tell me what you think. Part One of The Vengeful Shadow: On a country road the dry leaves crackled under his feet like the... Sign in to see full entry.

This is a very short story I wrote some time ago. I've been told it'd make a good introduction to a horror story of some sort. The story (536 words): Hopeless The car was out of gas, and it was dark out. He clutched the steering wheel and pushed the accelerator as though the sheer desire to move would provide fuel for the automobile in place of gasoline. After several minutes of this he slumped forward, forehead resting on the wheel, while the Low Fuel light glinted madly off bloodshot eyes. He... Sign in to see full entry.