Howlietzer Publishing

Tag: horror fiction

  • The Line

    I’ve done some pretty cool stuff inside my head. Being the type who doesn’t talk much, a quiet one, if you will, I like to observe and think about what I’ve observed, often going deep inside my head to analyze the details.

    Sometimes I don’t have things to analyze. Sometimes I just want to discover the secrets inside. One time I was looking for the off switch for the brain, just to see if one exists. I found it. It was like a shutdown switch, and being a curious scholar, I pulled the lever to off. I felt like my brain was turning off, like I was about to go into a deep sleep. I then noticed that I wasn’t breathing. Panic erupted in my mind and I immediately flipped the switch back and aborted any shutdown.

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  • The Cutter’s Club Part 2

    It had been three years since Devon had been abducted by the cutting couple and he had never left the chair or the white, opening-less room. His body had atrophied, he was more skin and fat than muscle and blood any more. He was fed every day, three meals, aside from the cutting, the couple took pretty good care of him.

    His body was covered in scars. There really wasn’t a spot that wasn’t a pink, red, or purple line. It itched, and Devon wished he could scratch… at the same time it wasn’t necessary. He had given up on leaving. He was stuck there. Everyday he was molested and cut. He had been raped by several individuals, who came and went like fresh air. His favorite moments, were the moments he was alone, but there were also the rare moments where his captors let him participate.

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  • Cutter’s Club Part 1

    I would like to preface this by saying that cutting is not a good idea. I’m not a cutter myself, I understand that there must be some sort of adrenaline high that comes from it, but it is harmful to the body and should NOT be practiced. If you are a cutter, I beg you to TELL someone.

    Now, I would also like to say that this story was a nightmare I had. Now I don’t expect this to become some sort of franchise, my plan here is to introduce a character for a bigger project.

    It being a dream, I believe I’ve had some time to kind of hash it out, so here it is:

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  • The Mothman Reborn Part 3

    Daryl awoke on his stomach, his head facing the power plant. It looked better in the darkness. Encapsulated by the night made it look more peaceful, quiet; it looked more like a comforting place, away from people, away from the world.

    Consciousness overcame him with pain and misery from his arms and stomach. The punch to the back of the head left him a little addled inside, but his fingers and wrist wailed the most. Moving them was difficult, and he could not lift himself up off the ground. Maybe it was best to just lie there for a minute… or eternity. What difference did it make? Soon he would be healed just in time to be broken again…

    Then, like a power switch flicking on, a bright light beamed down on Daryl that filled him with dread. The hairs on his arms and legs stood on end and he felt a tiny surge through his body like every nerve ending jolting at once, pulsing electricity in bursts, pumping throughout until he finally turned over on his back.

    His eyes gaped; if he hadn’t felt so wired he would probably have fainted from the shock and terror thumping in his mind. Hovering above him was something like a ghost, white, almost translucent, red glowing eyes, and a chattering set of insect mandibles.

    Daryl’s body began to quiver and shake, but suddenly stopped as he heard a voice in his head.

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  • The Mothman Reborn Part 2

    Daryl huffed as he ran as fast as he could towards home, but he couldn’t help but be a little distracted by the buildings as he passed by. Point Pleasant, West Virginia, home of the Mothman and his… prophecies… and also the home of the annual Mothman Festival. Shop owners were busy hanging mothman streamers and flags. One owner had brought out a mothman statue made out of toothpicks.

    ‘Focus,’ thought Daryl, ‘Must get home before Kevin finds me.’

    Daryl ran; he ran until his muscles felt like jelly, ready to fall off his aching bones. He was getting close. He was just outside of town, close to the abandoned power plant where the mothman was supposed to reside. Daryl stopped, looking left and right, he didn’t see any sign of Kevin. His head turned toward the power plant, its red brick, smoky from the years of disuse, windows broken and angry-looking with crooked teeth of glass and metal, boarded up doors, and lot of discarded materials littering the overgrown grass.

    It looked so desolate and lonely…

    ‘Kapow!’

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