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evanthenerd83 · 3 days ago
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An ongoing cyberpunk musical project!
The newest track is now available a week early for Patreon members!
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evanthenerd83 · 4 days ago
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Exclusive flash fiction!
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Get to know before anyone else titles of upcoming collections, projects, posting dates, lists of content, and more!
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Probably.
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evanthenerd83 · 5 days ago
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Want to read my next nightmare a week early? Join my Patreon!
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evanthenerd83 · 5 days ago
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Here's something new!
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evanthenerd83 · 5 days ago
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Anomaly
They found it without meaning to. 
It was only supposed to be a routine checkup, a physical. 
Something you do every six months or so. 
But it wasn’t routine.
They gave him an X-ray. Frank never told me why. I never bothered to ask, not after… 
… Anyway, they put my husband through it. Slide him before the large monster of a machine. It thumps, thumps, thumps. 
And lo and behold… there it is. 
Clear as day. 
Nestled between the two hemispheres of his brain. 
Snug. 
Inexplicable. 
Panic. Yes. There was panic. I certainly panicked when the Doctor pointed it out, with his pen. 
I couldn’t believe it. 
I nearly screamed. 
Just not knowing… 
… I didn’t know how it could’ve gotten there. Neither did the Doctor. Or nurses. 
Frank hadn’t been… I would’ve known if he got…
… Then came the confusion. Deep, deep disbelief. 
The Doctor sputtered and rubbed his chin, called the technician back. 
Said something went wrong. A glitch.
A glitch.
A glitch, can you imagine that? 
It wasn’t. It was real. Definitely real. And it was inside him. 
Inside my husband. My love. 
Before I even thought, I told them… I wanted it out. Now.
The Doctor told the technician to do it again. They did. The same result, different image. It was still there. Inside.
I demanded that they remove it. They did. 
Hours of waiting, waiting, sitting. Thinking. Picturing. Shuddering. 
Things can go wrong in surgery. Uncontrollable bleeding. Slip of the fingers, incidental cuts. Slices. 
I imagined… 
… I imagined… 
… But no. 
The Doctor comes out. 
I walk over. He tells me. 
Complete success. 
I sigh. Relieved. Happy. No longer seeing the shape under the sheet.
But the look’s still there. In his eyes. That faint glimmer of questions left unanswered. 
Unanswerable. 
I don’t care about the why. Nor the how. All I care about is seeing Frank, my Frank, again.
The thought of losing him… It… 
… Anyway. The Doctor says not yet. He’s still in recovery.
Wait a couple more hours. 
I resign myself to waiting. I’m willing. 
But… 
… I ask what he did with it. The thing. The intrusion. 
The Doctor blinks. 
He tells me. 
I want to see it. 
He starts to object. I tell him I need to see it. He gives in. Leads me out of the room, down a corridor. 
We step into an empty hospital room. 
He pulls out a ziplock bag. 
It’s there. In there. Not in him, thank the lord. Bless Christ. But inside a bag. 
Coated in blood and brain matter. 
No smaller than my thumb. 
Shiny. 
Glinting.
The bullet glints.
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evanthenerd83 · 16 days ago
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Holly and the Demon will return.
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evanthenerd83 · 19 days ago
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Hold It Off
I knew this girl in high school. Total freak. Wore black in the spring, had piercings in her chin and lip. Eyeliner during gym class. Not exactly goth, but close enough to it.
I remember her coming to school with books. Old books. Leatherbound, wrapped in pig-skin, without titles on the covers. She would read them. And read them. Read them. All the time. 
She had tattoos. Have I mentioned that yet? They were pentagrams and octagons and shapes I didn’t recognize. Hope I never will. 
One time… I asked her. Why did she dress like that? Why read books with no names? 
She just looked at me. Wide-eyed. Blank. There were bags underneath. As if she hadn’t been sleeping. 
I was taken aback. Nobody else ever met my eyes. They always ignored me, even Mom and Dad. Too afraid. 
“To keep it away.”
Her voice tasted of ash. Midnights spent alone. 
“Keep what away?”
She didn’t answer.
She never talked to me again.
A week later, they found her charred corpse tied to the top of the church spire. 
They said she was alive while the match was lit.
I guess none of it worked.
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evanthenerd83 · 19 days ago
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Her Sake
Tell me the truth. You love me right? More than anything? More than her? Say yes. Go on, say yes. Please. Darling? You love me right? Right? Right. Of course you do. You have to. You need to love me, adore me, worship me. Or else something bad might happen. And something bad will happen. It will. Trust me. Darling. Trust me. Love me. Kiss me. Touch me. Fuck me. Kill me. Bury me. Kill me darling. Take that knife of yours and stab me in the heart. Make it yours. Lick up my blood, take me inside your whore hollow existence. Hollow my chest out. Kill me or else, something bad will happen. Something very bad. Something worse than death. You don’t want to suffer right? Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Righ. Rig. Ri. R.
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evanthenerd83 · 1 month ago
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2020 Story Index (Part 2)
I couldn't include these in the original story index. It made it too large to process.
Flash Fiction:
The Jumper: A death repeats.
The Scariest Mask of All: Keep your pets indoors.
Unaware: How would you know?
The Scene: Something strange has happened.
Shared Misery: A different kind of haunted house.
Go Slow: Don't turn around.
Ravings of a Sane Man: An asylum with a secret.
What You Can't See: The living are so blind.
Houses Are Full of Them: Echo, echo, echo...
Seen: Hunter and hunted.
Came Back Home: A mother's hope.
Even Spiders Can Tell: Dogs and cats have new competition.
Cold Water: A mother uses her daughter.
As with Dolls, So with People: A little girl plays with reality.
Going Up There: Easily tricked.
Why Call It "the Forgotten Room": A haunted dorm.
In Amber's Bedroom: A little girl is asked a question.
Decompression: Don't open that door, or else...
No Longer Innocent: The end of the world begins with a party.
Fever: It only gets hotter and hotter.
Things Change, People Don't: I don't agree with this story.
That Strange Feeling, You Know the One: A man seeks relief.
Terminal Lives: Existence is a sickness.
Hell: A man thinks he's helping the damned.
One's Regret: It never ends.
The Patch: A little girl hurts a wall.
Body: Some boys find an anomaly.
Gaze Upon: No hope in hell.
Forgotten: My worst fear.
The Fence: A neighbor notices something odd.
Stargazing: Watch the night skies.
Climbing Trees: This won't end well.
Even in Death: A son is tormented.
For Survival: How does reindeer meat taste?
The Shape: Something's in your room.
In the Midst of Flames: They writhe in fire.
Such a Beautiful Birth: Rebirth after death.
A Quick Death: Chomp, chomp.
Santa Figure: It knows when you're asleep.
Exchange: The reason for the season.
Out of Work, Out of Life: Unemployment is death.
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evanthenerd83 · 1 month ago
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Lunar Romance story series index
Moonlit Stroll
Awkward
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evanthenerd83 · 1 month ago
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Alpha Universe master list
Standalone Stories:
Fallen
Be More Careful
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evanthenerd83 · 1 month ago
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2020 Story Index (Part 1)
Flash Fiction:
Opposing Forces: First came the Pull.
The Long Shadow: You get a visitor at midnight.
Predator: A horror waits.
Balloon Lies: A promise for happiness.
Creepy Crawlies: We were merely eggs.
One-Way Gateway: A door appears in a basement.
In the Garden of False Hope: A girl almost makes a mistake.
In Utero: Resentment gestates.
Earth's Tongue: Just something weird.
A Question: Someone needs to be reassured.
Hanger: A cycle of suffering after death.
Ghost of Earth's Future: On the moon.
A Bad Influence: He needs a better friend.
Apologies Mean Nothing: A woman reaches the breaking point.
Conclusion: I cast a spell.
Weirdo: A stranger sits beside you.
Mini Misery: A mother at the end of her rope.
Things Got Awkward in Gym: A student asks a question.
Shadow People: Don't see them.
The Presence: What you can't see can hurt you.
He: Reluctance is weakness.
Social Distancing: It worked.
Threat of Bodily Harm: Knowing is bad for your heart.
Virtual Reality: Better than real life.
The Candy House: A lost hiker finds something out of a fairy tale.
Eliza's Story: One kid's adventure is another's horror story.
An Exorcism: Parents would do anything for their child.
Stray Bullet: We were simply unlucky.
What We Should Really Be Afraid Of: Fear changes.
Eye in the Sky: That time a small town was observed.
Creationism: A website begins to act strangely.
Last Minute Questions for a Stranger: A public forum exposes the root of all suffering.
Fresh Meat: An astronaut crashes on a familiar world.
Restroom Inspection: An employee really hates his job.
You'll Pick Up a Hitchhiker: Some advice for drivers.
Something Exciting: A way to kill the boredom of quarantine.
Dread World: Something is coming.
All It Took Was a Glimpse: A man sees something he shouldn't.
Interference: Don't look at the screen.
Not So Ice Neighbors: A married couple gets into a fight.
Icarus Got Burned: NASA makes a horrifying discovery.
The Storm: Wrath of the dead.
They Were Wrong About Global Warming: An unexpected apocalypse.
Preacher of Deepest Night: Something else is coming.
Spin the Bottle: It's all up to chance.
We're in the Pits: Excerpts from a teenage girl's diary.
Hunting Trip: Goes both ways.
Drowned Here: Not all ghosts are on land.
Not Alone: A man stationed at a deep-sea research station hears strange sounds.
Cycles of Tasteless Violence: A man taste tests.
Spores: It probably went something like this.
Kidnapping Kelsey: Boys are just stupid.
On Pause: A man dissociates every week or so.
Never Ending: A reader's worst nightmare.
Mind the Gap: A man falls between.
The Dark Doorway: Crossing the threshold is a big mistake.
It Spreads: A new type of curse.
The Photo: A ghost story.
Empty Spaces: They have to be filled.
Bad Roommate: We always butt heads.
The Swarm: It came out of nowhere.
Domain: A blackout leads to something worse.
There's Always a Cleaner Nearby: Monsters roam hotels.
The Triangle's Expanding: The Bermuda Triangle, baby!
Murderous Intent: A boat faces a ruthless killer.
A Prank: Another ghost story.
The Thirteenth Floor: Yet another ghost story.
Landing Site: An explosion leaves something behind.
Waterborne: Water is dangerous.
Gotta Share This: Information infects.
Julia's Bully: A little girl faces a bully.
Looks: A little girl and a doll that's not hers.
Bottomless: A boy sinks.
Wrong Type of Ammunition: Always research before trying to kill a monster.
Uncertainty: It'll kill you.
Something Wonderful and Terrible: A paradox, to be sure.
When Darkness Falls: Light can help you survive.
Sinner's Fire: A ritual to give you an alibi.
Close Encounters: A couple hits something with their car.
The Worst Part About a Giant Snake: A very strange apocalypse.
Inappropriate Patient: A doctor feels awkward around a patient.
Son: A mother comforts her child.
A Necessary Evil: A little girl does what she has to.
Till Death Doesn't Do Us Part: Marriage lasts forever.
Colonialism is Universal: We are not special.
The Lonely Ones: A boy wants to be friends.
It Doesn't Have Antlers: There is hunger that can never be satisfied.
Our Guts Out: A revolting revolt.
CONTINUED HERE
Poetry:
Eat
Gone Underground: About the death of my cat.
Pumpkin Jack
Replacement
The Tempest
Under the Glaring Moon
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evanthenerd83 · 1 month ago
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Cascade
I don’t know where I am. 
What I am. 
All I see is a blank space, void, vast expanse of static; non-being. 
Nor can I hear. 
Or feel. 
The only sensation coursing through my body is numbness. 
I scream. 
Machine squelching. 
Electronic pain. 
Agony itself like lightning. 
I scream. 
Scream.
Scream. 
Then blue. 
Death. 
I don’t know where I
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evanthenerd83 · 1 month ago
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Thanks @tlbodine!
I don’t know if I have enough people to add, but I’ll try.
nine* people I want to get to know better
Last song(s): City of Love by Isabella Shapiro (from Phineas and Ferb: Summer Belongs to You).
Favorite colour: Green.
Currently watching: YouTube videos about Jurassic Park.
Last movie: Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith (20th Anniversary).
Currently reading: The Wide, Carnivorous Sky and Other Monstrous Geographies by John Langan (among far too many books to count).
Sweet, spicy, or savoury: Spicy. Really want to melt my tongue off at the moment.
Relationship: Happily dating my Creative Partner.
Current obsession: Too many to count.
Last Googled: How are Rick and Morty dimensions named?
Currently working on: Film treatments for hypothetical animated films as well as short film treatments for the episodes of a hypothetical animated anthology horror web series.
Tagging: @wratts @halfbloodlycan @proxypunch @in-defense-of-the-horror @harbinger0fdeath
*Well, 5 people. I didn’t have enough people to tag. I’m sorry.
nine people I want to get to know better
Thanks for the tag @mourky!!
Last song(s): Sacrifice by London After Midnight
Favourite colour: teal or emerald green
Currently watching: Doctor Who season 4 (like 3rd rewatch), Torchwood
Last movie: Sinners (2025) SO SO GOOD!! peak movie
Currently reading: Dragon Age: The Masked Empire by Patrick Weekes (I kinda don't wanna finish it bc I know what's gonna happen and im scared), 2001: A Space Odyssey by Arthur C. Clarke
Sweet, spicy, or savoury: sweet!!
Relationship: nah
Current obsession: Dragon Age insanity is still going strong
Last googled: "basalt rock flour" (gardening core)
Currently working on: small diy projects and gardening
Tagging (less than nine ppl): @heliomanteia @edenintheskies @ghost-of-spring-woods @falloutcoys @durgeapologist
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evanthenerd83 · 1 month ago
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Life Goes On
Following the release of the Sims in 2000, several players reported an odd glitch.
After leaving the game alone for days or weeks, upon returning, they would find differences.
Their characters now resembled them. 
And the houses they had built looked suspiciously like their own. 
Attempts to change these back failed, with the game crashing.
Repeated attempts resulted in blue screens of death.
Coincidentally: A few individuals who reported this glitch would later experience break-ins. 
The only things stolen would be the affected computers.
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evanthenerd83 · 1 month ago
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Life Goes On
Following the release of the Sims in 2000, several players reported an odd glitch.
After leaving the game alone for days or weeks, upon returning, they would find differences.
Their characters now resembled them. 
And the houses they had built looked suspiciously like their own. 
Attempts to change these back failed, with the game crashing.
Repeated attempts resulted in blue screens of death.
Coincidentally: A few individuals who reported this glitch would later experience break-ins. 
The only things stolen would be the affected computers.
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evanthenerd83 · 2 months ago
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Blink, and Everything You Love Will Be Gone
It only looked like my mother. 
That much is certain, even after all this time. I can still tell them apart. None of the medication has helped. The memories still burn my mind’s eye. I still see… 
… happened so fast. Too fast. 
We’d stopped by the supermarket that June day, hot, humid. Her in a bright pink summer dress. I in T-shirt and shorts. We needed groceries for the cook-out. 
I remember the moment. The second. She was there, a tower over me, auburn hair glowing beneath fluorescent lights. Reaching for a bag of potato chips.
And then, gone.
No. Not gone. Not just gone. Replaced. In her place was it.
It looked like her. Smelled like her, like peaches in spring. 
Spoke like her. 
Was… her.
In every way. Every conceivable way. 
But no, she wasn’t. 
It wasn’t. 
Even at such a malleable age, blinded by ignorance, I could tell. There was some aberration about it. 
Not physical. Blue eyes. Auburn hair. Fair skin marked by moles. 
But a sense of…
… wrongness. Alienness. It did not belong there. Not where Dear Mother had been. 
It was an imposter, trickster, Loki incarnate. Enemy. Adversary. 
God. I can still smell it. Can still see it.
I began wailing. It jerked to a stop. 
It looked down. Gazed upon me with doll’s eyes, for that’s what it was truly. A doll. 
A doll made in her image. I screamed, I blinked, I… 
… and Mother was standing there. 
Mother was.
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