Steven D. Jackson's Blog, page 7
June 28, 2017
Sierra Tango Yankee X-Ray
The water gleamed like dull steel beneath the moonlight, rippling softly against the creaking wooden boat. He was tempted to touch it, to swirl his hand through the inky lake, but something held him back. He feared it would feel like oil, slick and viscous between his fingers, as though its fathomless depths were choked with the decay of long dead creatures.Corporal Rendell left his hand where it was, holding the edge of the ramshackle vessel, only a few inches above the foreboding liquid. He...
June 23, 2017
I Don't Like Clowns
Harrison Winter watched the child’s face like a man following a tense football match. Go on kid, he willed at the five year-old, ignoring the minor glimmer of guilt hovering at the edge of his consciousness as he framed the thought. Scream. Run away.In the garden, separated from Harrison by the kitchen window, the little boy’s confused and apprehensive expression began to give way to a tentative smile. Harrison sighed, switching his gaze to look over at Tommy, his own four year old, also sitt...
June 17, 2017
Ouijust Playin'
They say Ouija boards are dangerous. Or that they can steal the souls of unwary idiots playing with things they don’t understand. They say a lot of things, in a lot of ways, in different faiths and creeds all around the world. I’m not here to judge anyone who believes in higher powers, gods, angels or those darker elements that would have to exist if we allowed for the lighter ones. I’m not even going to warn you about dabbling in the unknown like some tired Dennis Wheatly knock-off. I'm just...
June 16, 2017
Planted
The soft squelching sound, the effortless sigh of ropey tendrils tightening, provided a cruelly juxtaposed background for the frenzied panic of the young man crying hysterically in front of him. Energy Preservation Officer Wendell Cisco adjusted his grip on his truncheon and tried to block out the plant’s insensitive rustling, tried to ignore the pleading madness in the face of the man pressing forward through the other EPOs guarding the perimeter. He was in his late twenties, perhaps, p...
June 9, 2017
Behind Closed Doors
“Goodnight, munchkin,” Kara whispered, taking a risk and kissing Emma’s forehead. She knew that in a few years, maybe even sooner, the little girl wouldn’t want her mum to tuck her in anymore. She wouldn’t want kisses. Wouldn’t want stories. Before long, she wouldn’t even want to let her mother in the room. If she was going to be anything like Kara as a teenager, then access to Emma’s room, like access to her life, would be strictly controlled.But for now she was five. And getting her to slee...
June 2, 2017
Watch Your Head
Eleanor’s hand was hot and sweaty in Tom’s hand, and as he walked at her pace along the deserted country lane his mind kept returning to what horrors might be lurking in the tiny unclean palm of an excited six year old. A six-year-old who had spent the last three hours at a Halloween party with other sweet-gobbling, sugar-wired six-year-olds. His daughter chatted and sang happily to his left, practically dancing by his side in her adorable pink (now with unexplained splodges) fairy costume. H...
Two Minutes to Midnight
I would not have said, before the night that I was strapped to a chair by a desperate man in a tuxedo, that I believed in evil. Not real evil, with a capital E. I don’t even mean the sort of evil inherent in tying a man to a chair, which whilst peculiar and not a little frightening is not really evil in any sense, and I have nothing in particular against tuxedos. I mean the evil I saw later that night, the kind that still wakes me if I ever manage to sleep.I thought the only evil in the world...
The Room
I covered my ears as Tom slammed the sledgehammer into the brickwork again, sending another cloud of gritty dust billowing up. I watched it swirl in the midday light pouring through the front window. Part of the aging masonry crumbled and fell away, and Tom laughed, hefting the hammer with satisfaction. I’d rarely seen him so excited, as though the thrill of bashing things with a hammer was a forgotten joy long denied him by the constraints of adulthood. His grin was boyish, erasing some of t...
May 31, 2017
Shifter
A normal day quickly becomes a nightmare for a young lawyer John Davis as the world around him begins to overwrite itself. Reality changes, night becomes day, rain becomes shine–and only he notices. As John struggles to understand what's happening to him, the alterations take a turn for the sinister. Accidents happen. People vanish. Memories are wiped clean. History itself is rewritten and the world is reshuffled to match it. Alone amongst the multitudes of the world only John is cursed with the...
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A normal day quickly becomes a nightmare for a young lawyer John Davis as the world around him begins to overwrite itself. Reality changes, night becomes day, rain becomes shine–and only he notices. As John struggles to understand what's happening to him, the alterations take a turn for the sinister. Accidents happen. People vanish. Memories are wiped clean. History itself is rewritten and the world is reshuffled to mat...
