My Finished Stories

My Finished Stories


what if a dawn of a doom of a dream bites this universe in two
This was my first blog and one of my best. It's about Tav, who writes poetry, and suddenly finds himself seeing and hearing things that aren't real. He soon meets a runner named Agnes. (This blog marks the first appearance of the Cold Boy.)

A short blogpasta about Neville, who is trying to review episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Until he comes across an unusual Easter egg.

A more experimental blog. Martin Behaim wakes up in a house without doors or windows - it's all just bricked up. He does find a laptop with a note: Write or the Shadow will come.
(Related blog: the allegory of the cave.)

nature, anthropos, society, shells, networks
Another short blog, this one about R. Kipling, a man looking for Doors to the Empty City.

A very short blogpasta. "Conversations with the cold."

A newbie bird-watcher watching the skies.
Andrew just got a bird-watching book for his birthday from his friend Taylor. There are more than just birds watching them however. (This blog marks the first appearance of a Nest.)

The Fear Mythos
Sometimes, fear is the appropriate response. we made it up and it all came true anyway
This is the "metablog." The main character is me, alliterator, who is trying to write a story for the Fear Mythos. 
(Related blog: Gumshod, my blog-within-a-blog that was never finished.)

Searching for Boojums.
Carol Baker and Frank Bellman are looking for the survivors of "Boojums." The flotsam and jetsam of the Fears.

My attempt at a proxyblog. Number Nine is an Agent of the Quiet. She likes killing people. It didn't really go as I had planned, so I ended it early.

I'm looking for my brother. Please help me find him.
This is part of The Puppet's Game ARG. Grace's brother Derek has been kidnapped by the Jester and she has to go on a scavenger hunt to find clues that will lead to him.
(Related blog: The Dance of Fortune.)

A collaborative blog about people pulled into the Empty City. My character was Samantha Norton or "Hider," a pulp fiction writer from the 1930s.

Go and clean your dirty dirty brain blood.
A blog about "Unknown," a paranoid young man. Kind of short since I didn't exactly know where I was going with it.

A very short blogpasta about "Forget-Me-Not," who finds the world slowly disappearing around them.

the unimaginable universe
There's no need to build a labyrinth when the entire universe is one.
The Aleph (person) is searching for the Aleph (thing). His brother the Zahir opposes him. It all ends in the garden of forking paths.

The early bird catches the worm, but the early worm gets eaten.
My second attempt at a proxyblog, this one about a Nest named the Midwich Cuckoo. It went better, although it's still a short blog.

"Doctor Worm" meets a young woman and goes out on a date. The young woman turns out to be cold. Very, very cold. (This blog marks the first appearance of the Children of the Cold.)

The End of Sorrow Lies
The rail stations were dead, flowing like bees stung from honeysuckle. The people hung back and watched the ocean, animals flew in and out of focus. The time had come. Yet king dogs never grow old - they stay young and fit, and someday they might come to the beach and have a few drinks, a few laughs, and get on with it. But not now. The time had come; we all knew it. But who would go first?
My surrealist blog about dreams and the Grotesque. Very short, but has a nice ending I think.

Boyd Walker is a hitman with a story to tell. A story about snakes and mirrors. (This blog marks the first appearance of the Mother of Snakes.)

In the Garden of Desolation
"Amidst the cracked earth and empty sky / She searches for her salvation / Losing herself as the days go by / In the garden of desolation." - Henry Rutherford, The Garden of Desolation
A more experiment Mother of Snakes blog. April Chase wakes up in a desert and will do anything to get out. Anything. (Amazing, this blog was written in all of one day.)

Look your fate in the eye.
The Skeptic wants to start a war against the Slender Man, but there's another group who seek to brainwash people into forgetting the Slender Man: the Panopticon.
(Related blogs: Pale Fire Snatched From The Sun, Station 00//The Fool.)

State of Grace
Sanity is madness put to good uses; waking life is a dream controlled.
Part of The Puppet's Game 2 ARG. Grace is now at Shady Lawn Sanitorium being treated by Doctor Beakman. But the Jester has another game he wants to play.
(Related blog: The Queen of Air and Darkness.)

Chain Mail
A collection of chain letters, spam emails, and weird comments. Enjoy!
A man is reporting on various chain letters and e-mails, until he receives one that's very unusual. One that contains the phrase "Ferratus, his fetters freshly forged."

The Day of Your Arrival
Along the road of life are many pleasure resorts, but think not that by tarrying in them you will take more days to the journey. The day of your arrival is already recorded.
Part of the Game Master's Tournament, where different characters are plucked from different places and eras and put into a kill-or-be-killed tournament. The main character is one Mister Ambrose Bierce, disappeared in December of 1913.
(Related blogs: Trials of a Heavy Sleeper.)

B-Movie Monsters
B-Movie Max reviews old B-movies. Some of the movies he is reviewing, however, are unusual and all seem to star the Fears.


Other finished blogs


step into the light
i am the white light of truth, motherfuckers
A parody blog from the point of view of "whitelight," the Truthsayer, giver of Bullshit Made-up Titles.